What If I Fell To The Floor?

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by IDrinkGodsTears

by IDrinkGodsTears

Everything was going great in Donald's life. He got back together with Barack... yeah that was it.

"I can't believe George helped me!" Donald said to Abraham. "I feel like such a jerk for misjudging him."

"Uh oh, we've got trouble!" Abraham suddenly said.

Donald looked up to see Joe sashaying over to him with... KAMALA HARRIS?! She was the most popular girl in school! What was she doing with Joe?!

"Well well well Donny." Joe spat. "You think you can take Barack away from me?! We'll see about that!"

"Sorry Joe, but Barack's with me now!"

While Donald glared at his worst enemy, he suddenly... felt his heart flutter. But why? Surely he didn't... he didn't have a CRUSH on him, right?

Joe and Kamala sashayed away, leaving Donald confused. Abraham saw the confused look on his confused face, equally confused.

"Donald, why are you BLUSHING?!"

"W-W-W-W-W-WHAT?! I'M NOT BLUSHING BAKA!!"

Donald ran off, running all the way out of school and into his house. He plopped onto his bed and kicked his legs like a teenage girl. He was so confused that he fell asleep.

When Donald regained consciousness, he heard the doorbell rang. He checked his Hello Kitty alarm clock, seeing that it was 2 AM. Who would be here at 2 AM? Abraham with some emo drama? Barack to confess his love and propose to him? Ben back for revenge?

Donald tip toed down the stairs, peering through the peephole. He gasped and flung the door open, ready to start arguing, but then paused.

It was Joe Biden, with five black eyes and bruises everywhere. It was clear he had gotten into a scuffle.

"Donny!" Said Joe, stumbling over onto the porch.

Donald gasped at the sight.

"WHO DID THIS TO YOU?!?!1??!1??!one?!?!??!1?!"

To be continued