In Another Life (Forbidden Love Story)

Chapter One - Invitation

Joe was sitting in the Oval Office, going over some important mail. Out of the blue, Joe jumped at a knock on the door. "Wh-Who is it?" he asked carefully.
"It's Bodyguard #369, sir," a deep handsome voice replied. "There was an envelope that was almost thrown out, sir."
"Oh, send it in then," Joe said. The door opened and in walked a 8'9 muscular man holding an envelope. He was giant compared to Joe's 4'10 stature.
"Here you are, sir," said Bodyguard #369. "I'll be on my way then."
Joe took the envelope and Bodyguard #369 walked out of the room, shutting the door behind him. Joe ripped open the envelope after seeing who it was delivered from: Obama. Joe always thought he was a mysterious man...very handsome but mysterious. Joe blushed at the thought of him. He always thought he was such an independent man...after all, nobody knew his last name. Joe liked that Obama. He greedily unfolded the letter and began reading:
You are invited to this month's Presidential Party hosted by yours truly: Obama! There was a winking face next to Obama's name. Please come tonight at 8:30pm at my mansion, where food and drink will be served. Joe finished reading and before he was about to put the letter down, he saw some extra writing at the bottom of the letter.
P.S. especially you, Joe. I've always wanted to get to know you better...
Joe squealed in delight like a little schoolgirl, his entire face turned red from excitement. "I'm so going to be there..." he pressed a button on his telephone machine. "Bodyguard #369?"
"Yes sir?"
"What is the time, I must know."
"It's 6:30, sir. Would you like me to set a timer?"
"Absolutely. Set it for 8:20 and get me a limo ready. I must dress to impress tonight."
"Yes sir."
Joe sat back in his spinny chair, just thinking about different fantasies and what he was going to wear...
                                                                                                                                                 8:00pm
Joe finally got dressed... he decided to wear his best dark pink suit with dress shoes and a little bit of blush and mascara. He didn't wear any other makeup though, he wasn't like other guys. He suddenly got a call. "H-H-Hello?" he asked, feeling very pretty.
"Joe. It's Donald."
"D-Donald!?" Joe exclaimed. "Wh-wh-why are you calling at this hour??!"
Donald sighed, sweeping his hair to the side. "I need you to be my plus one. Obama invited me to this...ugh...stupid party..."
"I-I—I-I-I-I-II-I-I-I-I-I..." Joe began, stuttering in disbelief.
"Spit it out already, nerd....." Donald sighed. He was always the edgy one.
"S-sure..." Joe said. "J-just let me cancel m-my.. limo..."
"Don't. I'm coming over."
"O-oh..o-okay!"
"Expect me there in five minutes. Or else." Donald hung up.
Joe blushed. He always thought that Donald had hated him ever since the election...
Joe checked his makeup once more and grabbed his glitter purse. "Bodyguard #369, I'm headed out."
"Okay sir."
Joe stood outside the White House on the porch, pressing his two index fingers together snd swinging his foot nervously. All of a sudden, two big strong hands were placed on Joe's shoulders. Joe squealed in fear. Donald swept his hair to the side again. He had on an all black suit with eyeliner and heavy black eyeshadow and black lipstick. Joe nervously batted his eyelashes and looked at the ground. "H-Hello... D-Donald..." Joe said.
"Ugh, you said there'd be a limo... where is it?" Donald asked, ignoring Joe.
Just in time, a long black limo swiveled from the corner. "There it is..." Joe said, giggling nervously.
Donald rolled his eyes and swept his hair to the side. He grabbed Joe's small wrist and took him inside the limo with him. Donald immediately told the limo driver the address and they began driving.
"D-Donald... that was so unexpected..." Joe said, breathing heavily.
"Ugh, expect the unexpected, loser..." Donald said, sweeping his hair to the side. He looked out of the car window and blushed a little bit.
After a while of sitting closely together, they finally arrived. "Let's go nerd.." Donald said, grabbing Joe's hand and leading him inside.
The limo driver drove off in the background as they approached the door. Before Donald could open it, it swung open, and a 6'5 man was standing in the way.
"Ugh just get out of our way..." Donald said darkly.
"I was just about to welcome you.." said the familiar, extremely handsome voice. Joe gasped lightly and looked up.
Obama was standing there, his arms crossed and his legs spread apart broadly. "Welcome to the party Joe and.....Donald..." Obama sighed, obviously annoyed.
He stuck his hand out for Joe to shake. Joe did. "W-wow... your hands are so b-big..." Joe said as he shook Obama's hand, blushing.
Obama winked at him and led them inside, trying to ignore Donald and pay more attention to Joe. Donald sighed edgily and walked over to the snack table. "Would you like for me to give you a tour?" Obama asked Joe while classical music played in the background. There were so many famous presidents and secretaries and First Ladies... it was absolutely amazing.
"I-if you'd like s-sir..." Joe said, blushing.
Obama's face turned red when Joe called him sir. "U-uh right this way then..." Obama said, trying not to stutter so Joe knew who was in charge.
After seeing all of downstairs, they headed upstairs and saw most of the rooms together. "And the final room I'm showing you is.." Obama opened the door. "My bedroom."
Joe gasped and blushed. There was a huge bed, big enough to fit four people. There was a desk and some bookshelves with a couch in front of a flaming fireplace. It smelled like new books and men.
"Do you like it?" Obama asked, walking inside. "I had it specially made."
"It's amazing..." Joe said in complete awe. "I love it!"
As Joe was inspecting everything and looking out windows, Obama closed the door and locked it. Joe turned around snd noticed Obama. "Oh, I'm just doing it so people don't wander in, haha...." he explained.
"Ohh... that makes sense," Joe said.
Obama grabbed a book from the bookshelf. "This is my favorite book," he said, sitting on one of the couches in front of the fireplace. Joe walked over to him and sat down. The Little Train That Could.
"W-Wow..." Joe said, twirling a strand of his hair. "You're really into the intense books, huh?"
"Yeah..." Obama said. "They're just more interesting, you know?"
Joe nodded. They sat in silence for a few seconds, just looking at the cover. Obama opened his mouth to say something but then the unexpected happened.
The power went out.