(TRUMP POV)
It was a new day as I arose from my bed. My sheets smelt like farts, maybe I should stop eating so many beans. I looked over my walls seeing all the poster of my celebrity crush, Joe Biden. I've always admired the old wrinkly man Joe ever since I saw him through the crack in the stall door.
Once I was done with my day dream, I walked upstairs out of my mom's basement to see she was making me food again. Her signature canned beans. I love those beans almost as much as I love Joe. I ate my breakfast and yelled at my mom because the beans were 1 degrees over the usual temperature. I wanted to choke her out, but then who would cook my beans for me in the morning? Maybe once I kidnap Joe he can make my beans, or I could just watch him forever. That doesn't sound so bad.
I walked out the front door and began on the journey to Chuck E. Cheese. I knew many kids would be there at this time, so I picked up the pace. the fastest I can get there is about an hour, and it's at least 2 blocks away. To make the time go faster, I put in my headphones and listen to Corpse, my favorite singer. Whenever I hear his songs I always imagine Joe and I.
After an hour, I finally arrived to the Chuck E. Cheese. I was let in no problem and sat down in the back where no one would see me, but to my surprise there was another man back there. I walked up to him to try to start a conversation, because my mom tells me I should make more friends then maybe I won't live in her basement for the rest of my life.
"Hello." I say with my signature "uwu girl" voice
"What do you want?" The old creaky voice says
I recognize that voice, I hear it so often on television. I try to remember what I recognize the voice from, but my mind is blank because of how amazing his voice made me feel. It feels like a million butterflies are circling around in my stomach.
"I was just wondering if you'd like to talk?" I say
"I am not signing autographs at this moment, please go away."
"What do you mean?"
"What do I mean? What do you mean? That's the only thing people talk to me for nowadays"
"Well, whoever you are, I don't want that. I just want friends?"
"Really?" The mans voice sounds surprised as he looks up at me
When he looks into my eyes, I'm star struck. That's why he thought I wanted an autograph. This is THE Joe Biden!!! I try not to show my shock, so that he doesn't shoo me away with the rest of his loving fans.
"Y-Y-Y-Y-Yes... I-I j-just want some f-f-f-f-friends... That's all, I promise" I say sincerely
"Well, thank you for that. I must go back home though, I've been here way too long"
"O-O-O-O-O-O-O-Oh..... okay. Why are you here anyway?"
"I like to watch the children play, its lovely. Brings me back to the days I was whooped by my father. Such pleasant days." He says with a happiness in his eyes
"Really? Me too! That's wonderful."
"Here, put your number in my phone by baba grill..." He says with a wink as he slides his phone across the table
"Whatever you say my sweet cheeks" I say as a blush finds its way onto my face
I enter my phone number into his phone changing my contact name to "ur pwetty scrumptious orange kitten" and hand it back as he enters his number into my phone
"Thanks honeybuns" Joe says as he walks away
I can't help but feel all giddy inside, like my wildest dreams are finally comin true. I walk back home hoping that Joe will text me soon. On my way back, I put on my signature Corpse music and practically skip all the way home.
Once I arrive inside my home, I'm surprised to see my mom has actually prepared the beans correctly, and that night I sleep so peacefully you'd mistaken me as dead.
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FINISHED 02/02/22
9:46 P.M.
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An Orange Affair (Trump x Biden)
Fanfiction(satire) no smut ongoing a book where an orange round man, an old saggy man, and a wrinkly man get involved in a love triangle. which relationship will survive and what one will burn into the ground?
