The President's Son (ON HOLD)

Interruptions

"Damn girl, I think you're better than me," He whispered into my ear.

"Maybe," I answered back as he kissed my cheek, wrapping his arms around my body, closing the gap in tighter between us.

"Wait, stop." I said as I heard something outside the door.

"What?" Kissing down my face.

"Something's outside," I listened for just a second before I pushed him away just when the door knob turned and here came two drunk men, both with bellies and drinks in their hand; their voices booming. 

"Ahh, and look what we have here! Young Hayden, the president's son, of course! What have we here with 'im?" He looked me up and down, making me feel violated by a middle-aged man, "I see we got a young lady 'ere with you! And wha' are you two doin' in the closet? Havin' too much fun, are we?" He laughed obnoxiously.

"Uncle, we are just grabbing our coats to go for a bit of a stroll." Hayden said as he grabbed his and grabbed mine as well." Uncle? He was Hayden's uncle? Why am I not surprised...

Hayden placed his hand on my waist and pushed me foward a bit. I walked out with the mens' eyes on me. He closed the door of the closet room and sighed, "I do apologize for that." He said to me. What was this? Hayden was apologizing? Hmm, maybe he was a hidden gentlemen. He stood straight and looked at me with a smile that made me want more.

"My lady," He whispered as he stuck out his arm. 

I gave him a look, "My lord," as I placed my hand in the crook of his arm. And we walked out into the cold, December air. 

"It's almost New Year's." He said as he looked at his watch. 

"I suppose it is." 

"So, I know we don't have the best past ever, but let's make the most of tonight."

I turned to him, "That's our family who has such a bad past, not us."

"I guess you're right." He whispered to me as he put his hands at my waist, "Why does it feel like I've known you for so long?" 

I laughed, "Because we have. But only through our parent's fighting and what not. Otherwise, we don't know each other at all." 

"Why are we just meeting for the first time?" He said into my hair.

"Because our parents did not want us playing together as kids, nor did they want us to grow a liking of each other as we got older, of which we have failed at."

"You really do have an answer for everything." He smiled

"I told you I did..." 

One year ago.....

"Your father is so sick of him." My mother shouted as she flew her coat to the coach.

"Sick of who?" I asked, my mother never in a rant like this, it must have been a good debate.

"Mr. President," She mimicked, "Mr. Anderson. All they do is argue. Poor Mrs. Anderson and I..."

My father being the senator of Virginia trying to argue with the President of the United States...

"You know, before your father became senator and before Mr. Anderson became president, we all got along very well, them being childhood friends. She and I even planned to have children at the same time! You and Hayden will never be able to be friends now..."

"Hayden?" I cut her off, "We were supposed to be friends?"

"Please," My mother waved her hand, "You two were supposed to be together once she found out she was having a boy and I found out I was having a girl."

"Why don't you two become friends again?" I asked

She hesitated before she turned her back to me, "Please, that's just not the way it works, you know that."

"And Hayden? Didn't him and I ever meet?"

"No. Your father and Mr. Anderson started fighting right before he was born, and of course, you were born after him." 

"Oh." 

She started going off about other things but I had an idea in my head, I was going to meet Hayden; I was not going to care what my father said of it, I was going to. 

The first thing I did was write a letter, telling him what my mother told me, telling him to write to me soon.

And he did, to my shock, telling him that his mother had too, told him of us.

And then a year later, after failed attempts to meet in secret, he invited me to the New Year's party at the White House. Yes, we had grown a liking to each other after talking on the phone at night after our parents went to sleep, letters passed back and forth, without a return address, e-mails that were quickly erased. I had never known anyone else so much as I did Hayden in my entire life, and we hadn't even met. That is why there was no hesitation for him to follow me into the closet, nor was there hesitation on my part to act apon it. 

Back to Present Day...

"10, 9, 8, 7..." We whispered together as our lips became closer, "6, 5, 4, 3..." so close, "2, 1..."

His lips caressed mine, almost with a beauty, before he put his hand to the back of my neck, beckoning for more.

Oh this was so wrong, yet, so right.

We shouldn't be doing this... yet, we should at the same time. 

If anyone caught us, even just talking...

But my thoughts were hushed with the kiss.