From the moment I saw Donald, I knew we were destined to be enemies. Seeing him on tv made my blood boil and I knew I had to be the one to stop him. But I had no idea what I was getting myself into.
APRIL 25TH, 2020
Today was the day, it was the day Joe was going to finally announce my candidacy and go against Donald Trump. He felt more ready than he had ever felt. Running for president was the only thing I was going to do right, and he knew he was going to win. "So Donald, feeling a bit nervous?" He said, as he nudged him on the shoulder, "Me? Why should I be? It's just you, Joe" Joe felt his stomach turn, all throughout Highschool all Donald ever did was try and beat Joe at everything. "It's okay to admit you'll lose, you know." Joe said playfully, Donald rolled his eyes as he walked on stage and began to wave at everyone. Everything always came so easily to Donald. He had the perfect family and three perfect kids. Not to mention his grades were amazing and all the teachers loved him. It made Joe mad. How could he just breeze his way through life? Not this time. He thought, as he followed his opponent to the stage. Today I'm going to win.
ONE MONTH LATER
Joe was sitting at home alone, rewatching his first campaign. Standing in the same room as Donald felt weird to him. He always wanted to beat Donald at something but for some strange reason, he felt like he was doing something wrong. Why do I feel like this? He thought. He's my worst enemy! But he couldn't focus off that now. His security knocked at his door, "Sir, are you ready to leave?" Joe looked one more time at the television before he grabbed his coat and stood up. "Yes, sorry. I'm ready."
As he was escorted downstairs, he ran into Joe in the hallway before the debate hall. "Oh hey Joe," Donald said, smirking. "Hey." Joe tried to ignore him, but he found himself unable to look away from his face. What is wrong with me? "Why are you staring at me..?" Donald looked confused as he combed his fingers through his hair. "Oh what? Sorry. Nothing." Joe blushed, embraced that Donald caught him staring. Today was the day they found out who won the election, and there was no time for confusing thoughts. This time, Joe walked out first and tried his best to great his audience.
By the end of the debate, his nerves had set in. What if he didn't win? What would he do then? "The newest president of the United States of America, and the winner of the final debate is..." the announcer said, over the intercom. Joe wiped his sweaty palms on his pants. He looked over at Donald, who looked calm and composed, and all his hatred for him came flooding back. But this Time, there was something else. But what? He looked back up at the speaker, waiting. "Joe Biden!" Shouted the announcer, Joe gasped softly before he smiled and began to wave to everyone in the audience. A moment later he found himself looking over at Donald, who no longer looked calm and composed. He looked angry. Hah! That's it! I beat him! He began to walk over to him to shake his hand but before he could do so, Donald turned and walked out. Joe stood there for a moment, confused about his reaction.
While Joe packed his things he couldn't help but wonder what the reason was for Donald's reaction. He won fair and square. And that's when he caught a glimpse of him through his half open door through the window. "Donald!" Joe turned and ran out the door to meet him in the hallway. "Hey, what's wrong? I thought you were a good sport?" At first he was just joking, but he soon realized Donald was anything but joking. "Joe, don't you understand?" But Joe didn't. What was going on? "I'm a bad man. Who did bad things. This was my last chance to keep a place in society." Joe still didn't understand, "Wont you just return back to your normal life?" He found himself stepping closer to Donald, before stopping himself midway. "I'm going to jail, Joe." Joe was in shock. Jail? He always knew Donald was a bad man but, jail? "I cheated. I cheated the last election. I didn't win. And now I have to pay for it." He couldn't believe what he was hearing, Donald...cheating?! But he was always better at everything. He never had to cheat. Joe tried to speak but the words wouldn't leave his mouth. "I'm sorry, Joe." Donald said, looking away. And before Joe Knew it he was standing alone in the hallway, not knowing what to do. He has won now, but at what cost?
FOUR YEARS LATER
For the last four years, Joe slumped his way through his presidency. He always felt empty, like something was missing, and never did he stop thinking about what Donald told him that day. He never stopped thinking about him, period. Ugh! I need to get Donald out of my head! I find out who my competition is soon and I need to focus.
On the day of the first debate, Joe was getting ready when he found himself rethinking his life choices and what he had become. I haven't done anything for my country. And it's obvious what I'm feeling for Donald isn't normal. What am I even doing? He walked to the door and told security he was ready to leave anyway. As he walked into the stage, he wasn't expecting what he saw. There, stood Donald, dressed in his black suit and red tie, smiling back at Joe. Joe felt the tears forming in his eyes as he stared back. "Sir, you need to walk on now." He snapped back, wiping the tears from his cheeks, "Oh yes, sorry." Joe walked to his podium, unsure of what was going to happen now that Donald was back.
A WEEK AFTER
It was worse now. All Joe could think about was how Donald looked at him as he walked on stage, and every-time he did, he felt his face get hot. This isn't right. What am I doing? I have to stop this. He walked out of his room, with full intention of going to his campaign team, but ran into a familiar face in the hallway, "Joe! It's so good to see you!" Donald shouted, running at Joe. But he didn't step back this time. "They let me run again! Isn't that amazing!?" And then Donald did something Joe didn't even know he was capable of. He hugged him. Joe's face began to burn up and he could feel the redness on his face when he pushed Donald away. "Yeah," he cleared his throat, "I'm happy for you." Donald just thanked him and walked past him to his room. Now, for the first time ever, it was clear to Joe. He was falling for Donald. Oh my god. I am the president! What is the matter with me!? And now, more than ever, Joe knew he had to end things.
ONE HOUR LATER
"I need to speak with you." Joe Burst into the room, speaking to his campaign manager. "What is it?" He was working on some sort of speech that Joe didn't care enough to check. "I want to drop out." His managers eyes widened, "What? You can't do that. We've already had the first debate!" The man stood up from his seat and placed his hands firmly on the table In front of him. "I'm dropping out god dammit!" Joe yelled as loud as he could, "Tell the press I wont be running in this years election. I'm done." Before the manager could reply, Joe stormed out of the room, slamming the door behind him.
A WEEK LATER
Joe decided that going to Donald's next debate would do any harm, so he went. He sat in the front row of the audience, trying to be as close to Donald as he could. "Kamala Harris." Said the announcers voice, and she appeared walking to the stand on the stage. "Donald Trump." The voice said again, this time Donald walking out to the second podium.
The debate went well. He felt as if Donald would lose this once again, but he'd never tell him that to his face. "Joe wait!" A voice said behind him. Donald..? As Joe whipped his head around to look at him, Donald jumped on him and embraced him. "Why didn't you tell me you were dropping out?! You idiot!" Joe was surprised, "I...I didn't think you would care..." he felt his tears begin to swell as he tried his best to say the words he wanted to say, "I couldn't stop thinking about you! I couldn't focus on anything, Donald...!" He clenched his fists, "I thought that...dropping out was the only way to..." he trailed off once more. "The only reason I ran again was so I could see you again, Joe!! I'll drop out too! I'll do it if it means I can be with you!" Donald shouted, "When they sent me to jail I was so miserable all I could think about was you! About us!" Joe began to sob, "Dont you see Joe? I did. This all for you....! It was never about the election!" Joe hugged Donald tight, "I'm sorry Donald! I'm so sorry..!" He couldn't catch his breath as he spoke. Donald placed his lips on Joes, and then pulling away to wipe the tears off his face. "It's okay Joe. Were together now. it's okay...."
