Triden: A New Era (Trump and Biden)

Break up and Make up (Trump's POV)

I storm off and finish the last few episodes of the show on a park bench. People, for some reason, wanted to take photos and wanted my autograph, but one kid ran off as the sharpie touched his arm. Biden is too weak without me; he will probably apologize by the end of the day. I wait and wait and wait, and there is no call or text from Biden. One email from Fluff-Market offers 50% off gay fluffy boots. Maybe I did wrong, but I see he shouldn't have watched it without.

Maybe I should be more grateful for him. I guess I'll have to sleep on this park bench and see what happens. I wake up, and I see two cops yelling at me to get off the bench. As I thought I was free, I walked away, but they were arresting me. Apparently, sleeping on a park bench while sipping on alcohol is illegal. Who would make that a law, that is so stupid? I sit in my cell, drawing tally's of how many hours I believe I was there for my guess of 48 hours or 2 days.

As I thought I was hopeless, they allowed me to have one phone call. I didn't know if to call, so I decided to call my husband or ex-husband. I don't know at this point. I eventually decided to call Biden, which could go very bad or very good. He answers the phone worried, saying, "WHAT HAPPENED TRUMP IM SO SORRY, PLEASE TAKE ME BACK." I reply, "That's great and all, but can you bail me out of jail?" He agreed to do so.

He arrives within about 10 minutes with the bail money, and he bails me out. In the limo, we talked about the situation. I told him I was found drunk on a bench. He felt bad for watching ahead, so we made out romantically touch in touch. For some reason, the driver yelled towards us, saying, "STOP KISSING, DO THAT IN YOUR OWN HOME." We did not care, so we continued anyway. I mean, what is stopping us? We pay his rent and other expenses.

If this isn't a true love story to you, then I don't know what is. At the end of the day, I'm glad I'm able to say I have someone who cares for me.