Trumps POV
"Now please welcom the 46th president of the United States, Joe Biden," the interviewer says, and I watch like a hawk from the side of the stage at Joe walking carefully onto the stage. His eyes scan the room and rest on the reporters, and I can't help but feel a twist of jealousy in my stomach, but before I know it, I'm on.
My eyes turn stone cold as I walk mysteriously on the stage, looking straight ahead without cracking a smile even though god, I wan't to. I can see Joe's body tense up and I feel a sence of achievement inside of me. Do I make him nervous?
And before I know it, the questions start. I manage to keep myself calm and composed under the pressure, fighting to ignore the fact my crush is next to me, watching my every move and plotting against me.
DONALD SNAP OUT OF IT! I scream this over and over in my head, I am here for the country not Biden, but am I? Am I happy? Leading our country has been my dream since I was a child but that was when I was immature. When I never took into consideration my feelings, my desires.
Around 20 minutes in, I can feel Joe getting scared. Nervous even as he starts stuttering and I find this oppourtunity to jump in.
"I really don't know what he said at the end of that sentence... I dont think he knows what he said either," I say, trying not to smirk but one escapes my lips anyway. Joe starts glaring at me, his eyes burning with anger but something else I can't pinpoint. Lust? Desire? Maybe I am delusional.
And the debate goes on. We take digs at eachother but nothing too serious. I'm not sure about him, but I'm getting a thrill out of seeing him all riled up.
"Thankyou president Biden, we're going to be right back with more from the CNN Presidential Debate." The reporter says, and the cameras do one last sweep across our faces before switching off.
Both the reporters leave as well, to get a new script or whatever it is they do, and the camera crew left on their break, leaving only me and Joe in the room.
"Great speeches you had there Joe. I'd be surprised if anyone could understand what you were saying," I smirk, staring him up and down as I speak.
Biden scoffs and puts his hands on his hips, slowly walking over to me "Oh please, at least I was actually saying something. You were just talking but no facts were actully coming out your mouth."
"Ah." I smirk, now standing face to face with him "I suppose thats why your responses were so bad."
"Maybe my responses were 'bad' because I had nothing to respond to." He says, almost in a whisper.
"I-"
"What is it, Trump" He says, coming so close to me I can feel his breath on my cheek "do I make you nervous?"
"You making me nervous? Your funny, Joe." I laugh, but the tension between us is so thick you could cut it with a knife.
Security comes back in the room and quickly seperates us, yelling all sorts of things I don't understand. They thought they broke up a fight when in reality, they cut the moment of my dreams too short.
