Joe biden x Donald Trump

Late Nights

    Nobody's pov:
 
It was a hot summer night Joe was enjoying his life as the president of the United States of America. Donald has been depressed ever since the elections and has been using alcohol as his way out. On this fateful night he decided after a few too many drinks to call Joe. He hated Joe because of how perfect he was.

Donald's Pov:

Another night just another night, but why did tonight feel so different? I got up from my couch for the first time today to look in the mirror. "I hate myself". I say why can't i be more like the other boys? I stare at my phone and contemplate calling him. fuck it I pick up my phone and press the green call button.

Joes Pov:

I was laying in my bed scrolling threw twitter when Donald's name popped up on my phone. I clicked answer "Hi?" i say nervously. I hear a distressed Donald over the phone say "Come over  please".

Donald's Pov:

I open the door to a concerned Joe "Are you okay"? he said. "I'm trying to be" i said with tears forming in my eyes. Joe silently entered my home   and sat down on my couch with me. "So what happened"? he said curiously "I don't wanna talk about it". "Thats okay" he says placing his arm around me. I flinch slightly at his touch it's been so long since i've felt it. "Look we aren't gonna have sex tonight so just leave" I said I don't want him to use me like everyone else has. "Look I wasn't even thinking about that" he said reassuringly.

——-time skip two hours later——-

Joes Pov:

I stare at the sleeping donald in my arms and can't help but wonder about what's happening with him. I always get so worried about him when he isn't trying to kick me out of office. It's late nights like these that truly bring me comfort.

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A/N: Satire as always.