a perfect romance (Donald trumpXScott morrison)

the beginning <3

It was a normal Tuesday for Scott, he had only just recently moved schools and had joined the debate club, he was looking forward to the meeting later that day. The truth is, Scott hasn't been very successful in making new friends at presidential academy, people see him as the new kid, the loser, the weirdo, the nerd. He's been hoping that this debate club might help him make some friends.

Donald is the quarterback of the football team, head of the debate club, and top of all his classes, if it wasn't for his social awkwardness he would be the most popular guy in school but he tends to keep to himself, he still hangs out with the popular crowd though never truly feeling like he fits in. Hanging out with the popular kids comes with its downsides too, he is expected to join into the bulling of other students. Donald has never liked this but is scared of the repercussions if he ever decided to stand up for his classmates.

It's finally time for Scott's first club meeting and as he walks in his gaze fixates on a blonde boy in the centre of the room. His dazzling blue eyes and deep tan skin had Scott blushing at just the sight of him. It was not a secret that Scott was gay, he's known since he was around 7 years old but has always kept it to himself though people always seemed to figure it out anyway. He tried to shake these thoughts away, the boy looked popular and was most definitely straight he needed to get himself together quick before someone noticed his staring-
"what're you looking at new kid"
an unfamiliar voice shouted, interrupting his train of thought. His blush rose higher up his face as he panicked.
"uh nothing!!"
he stammered back out in response, embarrassed to have been caught.

Donald was in the middle of reading out the clubs debate prompt when a boy he didn't recognise walked in,
Trump was instantly captivated by his fluffy Brown hair and matching brown eyes. He went to go introduce himself but before he could get a word in a close friend of his, Bill Clinton asked the boy what he was looking at. he mumbled back something in return but he was too quiet for Donald to hear, all he could see was the blush creeping over the boys face. He felt bad but it's not like he could do anything about it without subjecting himself to the same kind of treatment so he kept his mouth shut.