The Selected

The only actor I can actually picture as Maxon is him, and he's not even a well-known actor. For America, I would love Abigail Cowen or Madalaine Petsch. And I've always thought Emilia Clarke would be perfect as Amberly.

America: Okay, so I'm at the palace, I'm maybe-sorta-kinda in love with the Prince, but my ex is here and now I'm the Bachelorette.

Aspen: Maxon's an entitled snob, you can't trust him.

Maxon: I want you to marry me.

America: Yes!

Maxon: America... Your best friend was caught cheating on me and if I don't have her beaten and thrown out, I'll be overthrown. I'm so sorry.

America: Why did you do that? I hate you!

Also America: I really, really don't want to hate you...

Maxon: *Lets Celeste kiss him to distract him from the chaos in his life*

America: OH MY GOD, I HATE YOU! GET OUT OF MY LIFE! SCREW YOU! SCREW THE MONARCHY! *Proceeds to propose treason on live national television*

Maxon: *lets his father beat him instead of America*

Rebels: Okay, people, we're storming the palace and killing all of y'all!

Maxon: We have to hide!

America: I'm sorry... I was so stupid... I wish I could stay...

Maxon: I... like... you...

Maxon: Dad, America saved my life (not really true) and I want her to stay.

Clarkson: Ughhh. Fine. But if she causes another speck of trouble, she's dead.

America: I'm happy right here; I'm ready to be a Six. This is what I want! Aspen, will you marry me?

Aspen: Only if you enter the Selection lottery first.

America: Okay, fine. But I don't want to be the Princess.

Aspen: Sorry, but I just realised after two years that I don't want you to be a Six. I love you, but bye.

Clarkson: So the Selected girl from Carolina is America Singer!

America: WHAAAAAT?

America at the Palace: I don't want this. I'm just going to be rude to the Prince and enjoy the food until they kick me out.

America, two weeks later: Hmmmm. This isn't so bad. Maybe I do want this...? Maxon isn't all that bad.

Aspen: I'm BAAAAACK!