The Presidents Secret

Eleven

"The president's mistress!" Ashlee yelled throwing a paper in front of me.
"United States Cheating scandal!" she threw another "Could Wentz be the next Clinton!" she threw a magazine down.  "Pete what the fuck were you thinking!?"

"It was just a cheek kiss!" I yelled in defense. 

"It doesn't matter!" She yelled back.  I shut my mouth to let her speak "Pete-"

"Mr. President" I corrected.

"Mr. President do not push my buttons right now!" I frowned at her.  "I have to go to a press conference and deny these rumors!  I have to lie to the press!"

"Ash-"

"No!  You've done enough.  I said to kiss him but I didn't mean in public.  I'm glad you finally got the guts to come out but now unless I go deny those rumors the worlds gonna know you're the first gay president" She grabbed her clipboard and stormed out of the oval slamming the door shut behind her.  I jumped as the walls shook.  Wonderful.  Everyone hates me.  Someone knocked lightly on the door.

"Who is it?"

"Patrick" his voice was light.  Soothing.

"Come in" I said gently.  He opened the door and shut it behind him gently. 

"Pete-"

"Mr. President" I mumbled.

"Mr. President" he whispered "I came to apologize"

"For what?"

"Kissing your cheek.  That was inappropriate to do in public.  I think it was just the heat of the moment" I looked up at him.

"You knew what was at stake Patrick"

"I'm sorry-"

"They're calling me the next Bill Clinton.  They're saying it's like a real life episode of Scandal and you're sorry!?" I stood up.

"Pete-"

"I have told you several times that in this room its Mr. President!" I raised my voice.

"Well I'm not fighting with the President!" he screamed.  I shut my mouth "I'm fighting with the man I love!  Now shut the hell up and let me talk!" His face got red with anger.

"Don't disrespect me in the oval office!"

"I don't care who you are!  President, Queen Of England, or fucking Hitler!  Right now this is between Pete and Patrick!  Between us!  So don't tell me what to do like you own me because you don't!  I don't give a fuck who you are I done care if you wife tolerates you bossing her around!  I don't care is Ashlee tolerates you bossing her around!  But you will not boss me around!" I nodded slowly.  "Good.  Now sit down and talk to me" I sat on the couch by my desk.  He took a deep breath and sat down next to me. 

"Ashlee's talking to the press now" I mumbled.

"Okay.  And?"

"Shes telling them there's no affair and that we're just friends"

"Is that what you want?" he asked. 

"I don't know" I whispered honestly.

"Well, what do you want?" I bit my lip.

"I want you" He smiled.

"I want you too.  But your marriage and being president-"

"I'd give that all up for you.  Living a normal life.  Adopting kids.  I want it with you" He hugged my waist and hid his face in my neck.  I pressed my hand to his back. 

"Don't do that.  It's not right" he whispered "Keep your wife.  Keep your job.  I'm not worth all that"

"No.  You are Patrick" I grabbed his shoulders and looked him in the eyes.  "All I've ever wanted was to find real love.  Love that felt right.  And here I am with you.  I feel that love.  I've known you so long now.  Four years.  All this time I saw you and I knew that this was right"

"Four years" he whispered.

"Four years Patrick"

"I don't wanna lose you" He closed his eyes and hugged me again.  "I don't wanna let you go"

"So don't"

"What do we do?" He asked.

"I'm not sure"
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Patrick and I walked hand in hand into the press room.  The reporters all looked at us.  Same with Ashlee. 

"I got this Ashlee" I said.  She stepped away as we stepped up. 

"Mr. President!" the crowd yelled.  I pointed to someone who was filling Patricks usual spot.  "Mr. President are the rumors true are you gay?"

"Yes" I said quietly and uneasily.  The crowd roared up again.  Another reporter stood up. 

"My question is for Mr. Stump.  Mr. Stump are you the presidents mistress?" she asked.

"Yes" Patrick said.  Cameras flashed.  Ashlee stared at me with a tiny smile on her face.

"Mr. President are you divorcing your wife for Mr. Stump!?" I stared at the crowd.  Everyone got quiet waiting for my answer.  I looked at Patrick.  He smiled at me a little squeezing my hand.

"Yes.  I'm leaving my wife for Patrick" I said.  They started talking all at once and yelling.  Patrick stared at me in shock.  "One last shock" I grabbed his face and kissed him.  He was shocked but he grabbed my hips kissing me back anyway.  Cameras flashed all around us.  He moved his arms from my hips wrapping them around my neck pulling me closer.  I hugged his back pressing his stomach against mine.  I pulled away and pressed my forehead against his.  I hope we make the front fucking page.