[Fuck I wrote two fillers]
I had Ashlee call the liar and tell her what we were doing. I didn't wanna deal with her. Nor did I wanna deal with Trump. Patrick walked over to me and sat on my lap taking my attention from my thoughts. I laid back looping my arm around his waist.
"What's on your beautiful mind?" he asked.
"Honestly? You" He smiled a little "I keep thinking that I wanna make this place safer for you. But I can't even get a damn transgender bathroom law passed"
"Hey, we said we'd keep working on that"
"I came in here to change American's views and make them see that there's more to this world then white, straight, and male. But people are still dying for skin color. Yet, once a black person speaks up a white racist starts shit saying it's the blacks fault. We finally get pride and happiness for gays but some asshole refuses to have attention taken off of straight people for two seconds and makes national straight pride day or whatever the hell it is. Feminism gets taken too far and people think they're all crazy. It seems like the groups like feminism or gay pride just want us all to be equal. But someone has to stand up and turn everyone against them. We're supposed to be land of the free. But if we get killed for sexuality, gender, and skin color how are we free?" I looked over at him.
"You know you have an act for caring about everyone?" he asked "I think you're a great president. I just think the only person who can change how we act is ourselves. Just because you support gays doesn't mean everyone else will"
"I know. But I wish I could change hearts and minds. We're all equal"
"Everyone wishes they could change hearts and minds" He rubbed his thumb over my lips "But we can't. We'll get there. One day we'll have a generation where no one gives a shit. Where being considered free won't have a price. And I know you'll be there staring at the country you once knew to be so disgusting and you'll be smiling" I smiled a little bit.
"Maybe you should be president" I laughed. He shook his head.
"I think I like being the presidents secret better" he winked. He pressed his forehead against mine and kissed me.
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The Presidents Secret
FanfictionPete Wentz has had his eye on a special reporter for a long time now. Patrick Stump. The issue? Pete's the married president of the United States. Patrick always does his reports on Pete. The two were even somewhat friends. But things get craz...
