TEDDY - A Ted Cruz X Reader [NOVEL]

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I looked up from the notepad I had in my hands, my stomach churning as my rather short boss stood in front of me.

"[Y/N], I have something very important to tell you." He said, crossing his midget arms.

I suddenly felt the indigestion setting in.

"Okay?" I said in an uneasy tone.

"Come into my office." The little guy turned, walking into his office on the other side of the room.

For such a short guy, he can sure power walk.

I followed him into the small office, shutting the door behind me.

It smelled like tacos and laxatives.

I sat down on the rigid chair, frowning at how uncomfortable it was. I really hoped he wasn't going to take long. These things were seriously affecting my buttocks.

"This is good news, fortunately." He smiled, wringing his hands behind his desk. Like some sort of villain.

"You have been assigned to a Ted Cruz rally later this evening."

A little part of me died on the inside. I wasn't big on politics, no, so he didn't know I was a Democrat. I hardly voted, anyway. But the fact that I would be listening to some sweaty conservative talk for two hours straight made my stomach do flips.

"Unfortunately, a multitude of other media outlets are trying to get in. You have to be agressive, [Y/N]."

I nodded politely, trying to cry on the inside, not outside.

"Thank you, sir." I choked out, forcing the fakest smile I could manage.

"It's held at 6:00, be there by 5 to set up."

"Yes, sir." I said, crossing and uncrossing my legs. This was going to be the longest night ever.

I mean, it was Tez Cruz. That guy repeated himself. A lot.

At least it isn't Donald Trump, I told myself.

I stepped out of his office, walking over to the water station to collect myself.

Boy do I need a strong drink.

--

I was all dressed up for the rally, which I already regret. I regret a lot of things in my lifetime.

It was 5 and there was already hundreds of people, waiting to see a politically challenged man talk for two hours.

I looked at how massive the building was. I was going to lose myself in that thing.

I sighed, running a hand through my hair, as I approached one of the men in a fancy suit.

"Sir, do you know where the back entrance is?" I asked in a mild tone, smiling.

He gave me a look over. "And you are?" He asked, his face stoic.

"[Y/N] [L/N]." I responded, "A member of the press." I proceeded to show him my I.D.

He nodded, and lightly grabbed my elbow, leading me in the right direction like a sheepherder.

I thanked him once more, pushing the heavy metal door. This thing could hurt if it slammed into someone. Maybe Ted Cruz.

I walked down the corridor, onto the main floor. The podium was set up, with "CRUZ FOR PRESIDENT" signs posted everywhere. I resisted the urge to gag.

I settled into my seat, one right next to the podium. Now to wait an hour. People were filling the room, and it grew loud quickly. Someone brought a Canadian flag. Who would have known he was Canadian?

Right, because he's a sham.

And so I waited.

--

"Cruz! Cruz!" The crowd chanted. I stayed quiet, as the man himself walked onto the stage.

Man, I could practically see the dandruff on his suit. He raised his arms to quiet the audience, as he began speaking.

God his jokes are terrible.

My pen angrily scrawled across the paper, as he was talking about Planned Parenthood.

He paused, looking around at the audience. His beady eyes locked on with mine and his gaze lingered.

He smiled.

This caused my stomach to flutter, and I inhaled quickly. The way he smiled was so genuine, so...

Pretty.

This continued through the rally, until the end. Everyone stood, clapping. I remained seated, digging through my bag. Someone came up to me, and I ignored them until they cleared their throat.

I looked up, and almost choked on my own spit.

Ted Cruz was standing there.

I immediately stood, respectfully shaking his hand.

"Pleasure to meet you, Mr. Cruz."

He smiled again, nodding. "Right. What's your name?"

"[Y/N]."

"Ah," He started, "A gorgeous name for a gorgeous face.

I didn't wrech, or feel like vomiting. In fact, I blushed. Giggling. Like a schoolgirl. "Thank you!"

Cruz only smiled, before handing me a card. "Room 216, wear something nice."

I looked at the card, seeing an address written on it. Was Ted Cruz asking me out?

This is tearing me apart emotionally.