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The Complex Adoration

Aria was nonchalantly sitting in her AP science class when her phone buzzed. She flipped her fabulous hair around and sneezed to be able to look at what the notification was. Seeing that it was Twitter, she left it unaddressed, continuing to listen to the lecture.
Her phone buzzed again. Another sneeze and hair flip showed a Twitter notification- then two then three then four then- what the hell?
Aria could barely sneeze fast enough. Her phone could be used as a vibrator with the amount of notifications she was getting. What the hell? Who had Tweeted her? Gerard? Tyler? Ryro? The president?
All attention was on her as Aria was finally able to get a grip of her phone and read through the quickly moving messages. She caught a glimpse of multiple retweets, favorites, and fangirlese. ("OH MY GKD IM VETONG WHSR HTD DYCL")
"Aria. What have I told you about sex toys in class?" her teacher called.
"Sorry," she replied, shutting her phone off and shoving it in her pocket.
The class didn't end for another forty minutes. After five minutes of anxiously wiggling in her seat, Aria asked to go to the bathroom.
"Are you going to be bringing that vibrator along?"
"No," Aria stood up and threw a tampon at her teacher's face before sassily walking out of the room. Sure, it would probably earn her a detention, but detentions gave her time to think of usernames for her fanfiction called sexline.
Sitting down on the nasty toilet seat, Aria turned on her phone. As soon as it was on, the notifications came in again.
"Dude, school end in like a half hour. Save it for your own room Jesus Christ."
"Obama retweeted me."
"What?" the mystery person crawled under the stall wall into Aria's. It was especially uncomfortable because they didn't bother to pull their pants up, so their foresty crotch was exposed. Aria ignored it trying to find the original tweet. She decided to stay away from tweeting about it yet in case it was a mistake. That's probably what it was. Of course someone so famous and proper and handsome would never purposely acknowledge her existence.
Wait, handsome? More like fucking gorgeous. A beautiful creature that man was. A married beautiful creature, but a beautiful creature nonetheless.
Aria's deepest secret was her attraction to older men, especially presidents and the such. People with power were just so hot. Okay, maybe it was a bit obvious that Aria was a bottom, so she could only hope that Barack was top af.
Nah. It was definitely a mistake. The follow notifications wouldn't stop streaming in. Quickly Aria turned alerts off and the constant buzzing ceased and melted into a calm.
But what if it wasn't? Maybe he was just making the point to pass it on to the pope as requested, or retweeted it because it related to LGBT and he supports that. Maybe he retweeted it because he liked her account. It was a pretty amazing account, if Aria were to say so herself.
But she couldn't get her hopes up. Going along with the mistake theory, Aria composed a quick tweet of a one word in response:
"@BarackObama Daddy."