*Donald's POV*
After thinking it over, I decide to go and try to find Mitt Romney. I pack up my Mitt bobble head, just in case I miss him. I decide to search for him in an area where my Trump hotel's are, that way, I stay in a hotel for free. Generally, I'm not a cheap guy. But, to go and find my lover, Mitt. Love is not worth money. Therefore, I shouldn't waste my money on an occasion like this. Right now, I am in Chicago. I don't find him there. I do fall in somebody's garden, though. I hope nobody thought I was weird after that one. I then go to Toronto. Not there, either. I've been traveling for a week straight, searching endless days and nights for him, for my lover, Mitt Willard Romney.
*Mitt's POV*
I am finished running my errands. I go back to see the same old creepy man looking through my neighbors windows. I get really weirded out, so I just go to Las Vegas to take a break. I stay in Donald's hotel. The Trump hotel. I have to admit, it is definitely 5 star quality. I wish I could see him. But then, I think back to the encounter of that old man looking through the windows and falling in the garden. I could recognize that stony ass, sexy hair anywhere. That was Donald! MY LOVER! HOW COULD I MISS THAT? I start cursing myself, for not thinking of that before. I didn't think he knew where I lived! Damn it, I think to myself. We could have reunited right then and there, but I make him work harder to find me. I feel so bad. I try to sleep good, but I can't stop thinking about him. From his parrot hair, to his dusty, crusty feet, he is sexy. I eventually go to sleep.
