Trump felt heartbroken, well, sort of. That was the only person he ever felt that he...loved.
So he wasn't going to let it end there. He threw himself out of the Ferrari window and got a mouthful of dirt. He scrambled back up and raced into the forest, letting his fucking weird hair fly into the wind behind him.
"Where are ye?" He muttered. A heard a rustle in the bushes behind him, so he turned around.
There she was again, Ferrari Annabeth Lee Anderson Jones trying to run. But Trump had caught her this time.
"WHY FERRARI ANNABETH LEE ANDERSON JONES WHY?!" He fell to his knees and screamed.
She sighed. "Donald, the reason I didn't answer you is because I'm too embarrassed. But if you really want to know why I'm named after a car...I guess I'll tell you."
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Bing Bong -A Donald Trump Fanfic-
FanfictionDonald Trump has never had a heart. Rumor has it that someone stole it when he was in his teens. Since then, he has always been a complete asshole. But everything changes when he meets a female, more straight then any other heterosexual out there...
