My Favorite President (TrumpxBiden)

Unknown number

Biden couldn't stop thinking about what Trump said. 

Maybe he didn't hate him as much as Biden thought he did. 

And Biden thought that Trump hated him a lot. 

They were political enemies, after all. 

The words repeated like a mantra in Biden's head, swirling around his head making him dizzy. They made him feel better, somehow. 

And then the little voice in the back of his head would scold him. 

"He was probably just joking, just to make you doubt yourself even more. Stop being so stupid and thinking so much about it" It chanted in his head. 

Biden just shook his head and went back to his work at his desk, sighing when he saw the time. It was only 10 am, and he had to work all day. 

He had underestimated how taxing being a president would be, other than the obvious. He attended various meetings everyday, signing bills and laws and giving speeches and meeting with other presidents and advisors and governors and senators and it was just exhausting. 

But he enjoyed it...or at least that's what he told himself. It was almost the only thing that would keep him going, keep him alive for his country. 

That was what his team told him too. 

To just stay alive long enough to finish his presidency and then he could go off and die for all they cared. 

Even his team wanted him dead. At first, they treated him nicely. Helped him get acclimated to this big responsibility. But as he got older, as he started making more mistakes and making a fool out of them, they distanced themselves and got mean. 

They treated him like dog shit. 

Biden felt a small lump in throat, he had already lost count of how many times he'd cried over the bullying. He was ready to die too.

But he couldn't cry now, he had work to do. He only allowed himself to cry late at night, either in the shower or in bed. 

Biden took a deep breath and looked back down at the stack off papers he was working at, skimming them and signing aimlessly, not really caring what they were for. 

He was so sick of being president. And he could only imagine how bad it would be if he got elected for another 4 years. 

As Biden continued to sign papers, a soft ding went off his phone. Biden looked away for his papers for a second and picked up his phone, checking to see what it was. 

A text. From an unknown number. He had planned to just look and put his phone back down but now he had to see the text. 

Unknown Number: I hope you're doing okay after the debate. 

What in the world? Who could this possibly be? Biden thought. He was quick to type up a response. 

Me: I'm fine, who is this?

Biden tapped his fingers against his desk as he hit send, the screen showing that whoever it was read it immediately. 

Unknown Number: I think it would probably be better if you didn't know. 

Biden let out a soft gasp at that. At this point, it was just some person messing with him. Some person who had managed to get his number and wanted to prank him. Biden was mad now. He  typed up a message and sent it before he could think better of it. 

Me: It's not funny to get someone's number and prank them when their trying to work. Do you know anything about that? About actually working? You're probably just some teenager who managed to get the President's number, so I hope you're happy with yourself. 

He regretted it as soon as he hit send. Maybe it wasn't someone who was trying to play a joke on him. Biden wanted to hit himself in the head. Until he heard a little ding from his phone. 

Unknown Number:  We should meet up for coffee to talk. Thursday at lunchtime, okay? 

---------------------------------------------------

I hope you enjoyed this chapter <3333

who do we think the unknown # is? will biden show up????

also btw the soundtrack for this story is just chappell roan 🩷🥰