Jaime sipped his tea. "I just know right Oprah, Channing Tatum is sooooo much hotter in his early works." He was seated on the talk show host/motivational speaker/basically Jesus's patio, on one of those cliche looking fancy-ass chairs. He propped his elbows up on the table the two were seated across from at, ready to defend his claim.
What, did you think they were going to fuck or something?
"You know it. But I don't know Jaime, personally I'm not for him at all anymore, but he's more relevant than Nick Cage." The queen of television and free shit under your seat had made a valid point yet again. Of course, because this currently reads like a sleepover scene in everything with bad female representation ever, this point was to be completely ignored.
"Oh my God Oprah, you did not just insult my fave like that!" Jaime's voice was now at the pitch where it was attracting bats and dolphins and causing dogs to howl. "Channing Tatum, like, Chan Chan is like, like soooooooo relevant!"
"More relevant than your husband," Oprah muttered as she sent another text to Hillary.
O.W. : Yeah, got the idiot cornered and everything. But let's not act too fast, I need to gain his trust.
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Wow, I have a shit updating schedule.
Sorry this is so short, it's mainly a filler before shit hits the fan
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The "Perfect" Marriage (Jaime Preciado x Donald Trump) (Sequel to AIL) (Boyxboy)
FanfictionSEQUEL TO AN ILLEGAL LOVE Things for Jaime and Donald are going perfect. That is, until rumors begin to circulate, a series of near death experiences occur, and Donald's hidden ex, Nicholas Cage, appears. Drama ensues. What will happen?
