Brian Stells Story of Love(Obama x Martin Walls)

Chapter 5- The party

Martin hasn't seen Obama in a month.

Obama hadn't bothered to at least say a hello or anything like that, He was ignored and there were thousands of Unread messages he had sent to Obama all with a sad tone to them.

Nothing could match how he felt around Obama; All fuzzy inside and happy, Every time Obama smiled he would smile too and Every time he would make a joke Martin would laugh.

Martin had loved him but didn't know if Obama felt the same. He was left alone on the date after the call, Sitting down and eating the leftovers from the picnic and silently crying as the sky darkened: it was going to rain wasn't it?

Perfect for this kind of day.

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Another ding went off from his phone, He didn't bat an eye already knowing who it was.

Ever since the date he had ignored Martin not wanting the feeling in his heart to get stronger. He was trapped in Martins web of love. Nothing could match it. Not even Michelle: His own wife, could make him feel the same.

He should put it aside for now.

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Ding

Ding

Ding

Ding

Martin wouldn't stop until Obama responded to him. His iconic smile was no longer on his face and was replaced with a sad frown as a single tear streamed down him face.

A message was sent to him!

Could it be Obama?

No.

It was someone else, another former president; Joe Biden. He was hosting a party and invited Martin knowing his relation with Obama.

He should go.

He might see Obama why would he pass the offer?

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The party was loud and there were all sorts of important people; Like Trump and even a few actors were there...was that John Cena?

Martin sat awkwardly by the food table with a cup of punch and sipping it silently scanning the room seeing if Obama was there...

The sight of Brown skin and a smile was caught from the corner of his eyes.

It was Obama!

Obama seemed to notice him too quickly looking at him just as quickly as he looked away from him.

Obama was sporting a classic black suit with a red tie. His hair was as beautiful as always and he was holding a glass if champagne.

Obama looked back.

Martin stared back.

Their lovesick gazes mixed together as they took steps near each other.

Slowly as the two got closer they stopped in front of each other.

They leaned in

And kissed.

The taste of a Slightly bitter champagne came from Obamas lips, it contrasted nicely to the punch that Martin had drank a few times before.

Everything stopped right then and there.