Friends, Physics and Fallon

Chapter 32

"Neahshish?"  Broberg asked Obama.  Obama said, "Neahshish!"  Barack and Broberg continued their neahshish conversation.  "Neahshish?"  Obama said after a while, biting his lip and swinging his arms back and forth.  "Did I do it right?"  he asked Broberg.  "Yeah!"  Broberg said excitedly, and jumped up to join Obama at the front of some room in the White House.  "NEAHSHISH?"  Broberg and Obama said, biting their lips and swinging their arms back and forth in sync.  Michelle walked into the room, shook her head and left.  Obama and Broberg fell to the floor because they were laughing so hard.  They rolled around on the floor, laughing their faces off and crying.  After about 3 hours, Broberg and Obama stopped laughing and got up off the floor, brushing themselves off.  Obama straightened his tie and started practicing some speech that he had to give at some point.  Obama wasn't ready.  Not even close.  He didn't even have his outline done!  Michelle said he had to have it done by tomorrow, but that was not going to happen!  Oh well, Michelle would just yell at him a bunch.  At least he had gotten his 80 research note cards done.  Michelle gave him a day to do those, and Barack was up til 6 am that night.  Obama was a tired president that day.  "Mr. President, I can help you with your speech!"  "Really, Mr. Fallon?  You would do that for me?"  "Of coursh!"  Broberg said excitedly, swinging his arms back and forth.  "Okay!"  Obama said and the two of them began working on Obama's speech.  "And then right here, you could say that every American should be required to build a bottle rocket!"  "Oh, good idea!  I'll add that in!"  "And then you could also say that every American will be required to work for NASA from now on!"  "Great idea, thanks, Mr. Fallon!  Michelle will love this!  She will be so proud of me!"  "Anytime, Mr. President!"  Obama finished his outline and turned it in to turnitin.com for Michelle to grade it.  "I think the Americans will like this speech, not that I care, I'm just sayin.'"  Obama said as he dramatically shut the top of his laptop.  "I agree, you did a great job!"  Broberg told him.  "I couldn't have done it without you."  Obama said dramatically.  "Aw, I'm touched!"  Broberg said, wiping away tears.  Obama embraced him, wiping away his own tears.  The two of them sat there, hugging and crying, until Michelle walked into the room.  They quickly let go of each other, drying their tears and trying to act natural.  "I saw that!"  she said.  Broberg and Barack laughed nervously and glanced at each other.  "Anyway, I just came in here because, Barack, it's bedtime, and Jimmy, you should probably go to bed too."  "Awww, but it's only 8:30!"  Barack whined.  "Too bad!  It's bedtime!"  "Fine..."  Barack hung his head and walked out the door.  "Jimmy, you can sleep in any of the 50 guest rooms, take your pick."  "Okay."  Broberg said as he walked out, also hanging his head.  Once they were gone, Michelle took out her phone, blasted her music, and laid down on the couch.  "It's so nice when they're gone!"  she said to herself.  "Barack is always annoying, but Jimmy hasn't ever been like this.  I wonder what's going on with him...?"  Michelle wondered aloud.  Just then, Barack came shuffling back into the room with his footie pajamas on.  They were fuzzy and had yellow ducks on them.  "Can you read me a bedtime story, Michelle?"  Michelle laughed and shook her head.  "Sure, come on."  They went upstairs to their bedroom and Barack laid down.  Michelle began reading the Constitution.  It was Barack's favorite bedtime story, but he always fell asleep during the preamble.  "We the people of the United States of America..."  Michelle started.  Barack was already asleep.  Michelle giggled, kissed Barack's head, put the Constitution away, turned off the lights, and left the room.  She walked down the hallway.  Bill Clinton was standing there, playing his saxophone.  That happened all the time.  He would just randomly appear in the White House.  Michelle had gotten used to it.  "Ah really hope Hillaray wins the election, ah can't wait to get back in the White House."  Bill said as Michelle walked by, doing his hand thing.  Michelle laughed at him and he continued to play his saxophone.  What a weird country...