Joe Bidens POV
1 week later
I sit at home, staring at the ceiling, my mind focusing on one thing and one thing alone. The kiss.
Why I had done it, I don't know, but what I do know is that we both felt something, something so real and so passionate neither of us can ignore. Sure, it was in the heat of the moment, but it's something I had been dying to do every time I seen him. And I know he felt the same.
I'm tired. I'm so tired. Not from the day, not from the week but from life, and I have nothing more I want to do than settle down. I don't want to live this double life. I want to live with him, and before I can stop myself I pick up the phone and dial his number.
It rings three times, then he picks up, his gruff voice on the phone "Who is it. Why are you calling me at 1am."
"Donald it's me."
His voice immediately softens "Joe..."
"Donald I'm resigning. I'm pulling out of the election-"
"Joe you can't!"
"I don't care Donald. I'm tired. I can't do this I can't go against you. Not anymore. I love you, I love you so much it's killing me. It's killing me slowly and all I want is you and I can't want you. I shouldn't want you. I'm pulling out."
"Joe-"
"What, donald. What is it."
"You can't! I won't let you." He cries.
"Donald what are we to become? I'm not living a secret life. I cant- I won't do it. You are you and I am me, different sides of different parties, worlds appart. I wish you the best, I really do, but this cannot continue. For my sanity and uours." I say to him, and slam the phone down.
***
The next morning, well, late afternoon, I woke up and out the news on, as I always do, and carefully watch as I see the familiar face belonging to Donald up on the screen.
"Former President donald trump, shot at-"
That's all I needed to hear before I ran and jumped in my car, zooming as fast as It would go up the highway. Fuck the drivers, I must have wiped out around three family cars before I reached the hospital.
I stormed in, my face burning with rage as I reached the front desk "Where is he?"
The woman working there doenst look up from her computer "Sir, your going to have to be more specific. We are under stressful times-,"
"I don't give a fuck how stressed you are, where is donald?!!"
She finally looks up and her eyes widen as she sees who she's talking to "I- Oh. I'm so sorry, President Biden. He is in room 273."
I sprint up the stairs and into his room, where he is lying in a hospital bed alone, unconscious. I sit down next to the bed and take his hand in mine before speaking to his passed out body.
"Donald, thank you for everything. The rivalry, the kiss, the passion, the fun, the love the anger the hate, thank you. I love you so much but I cannot stay. We cannot see eachother again. I am sorry, but that's how it has to be."
And with that, I pull my hand out of his with tears streaming down my face, and walk out.
