The Presidents Secret

Twenty Three

[ for those wondering I don't support trump or hilary and I'm genuinely afraid for my country ]

"Well, we've successfully endorsed the liar" Ashlee sighed.  I stared ahead at the wall thinking everything through. 

"Thank you, go home Ash" I said spacing out.

"Okay sir" She said gently.  She grabbed her things leaving the oval.  I leaned my chin on my palm thinking.  Why would she wanna be vice president?  And how'd she rope Trump into that?  The door opened up slowly.

"Knock" I snapped.  Patrick poked his head in.  "Oh" I mumbled.  

"Let's go eat dinner" He said "Because you've been wrapped up in this and I have had no time with you.  I'm very needy you know" He smiled a little bit.

"I'm really not hungry" I leaned back in my chair.  He sighed.

"Pete I just wanna spend time with you" He sat down on my desk directly in front of me "If you're not hungry we can-"

"Patrick please, just leave me with my thoughts!" He looked really hurt. 

"Okay" he said gently.  He got up walking to the door.  "I'm sorry"

"Oh come on with that puppy dog face" he closed the door behind him "Stop trying to make me feel guilty!"  I groaned.  Someone knocked.  "Yes?"

"Sir, why is Patrick crying?" Andy asked.

"He's crying?" I asked.

"He said he misses his house and that he feels really hopeless right now.  He said sometimes he even misses Brendon.  Then he covered his mouth and said he didn't mean that he was just upset"

"Well, if he misses Brendon so much maybe-" I cut my self off and took a deep breath.  "Never mind, thank you Andy.  I'll go talk to him"

"Yes sir" he left shutting the door.  I made the poor boy cry.  I was an awful human being.  I walked to Patricks room slowly and pressed my ear to the door.  I heard him sniffle a little.  I cringed and knocked. 

"Go away Andy" he said lightly. 

"Open the door Patrick" I mumbled.  I grabbed the knob but it was locked.

"Leave me alone with my thoughts Pete!" he said in a sarcastic voice. 

"If you don't open this door I'm busting it down" I said angrily. 

"Yeah okay, go ahead and try noodle arms" He was trying to be sarcastic snd bitchy but I still heard that sad tone in his voice.  I rammed my shoulder into it breaking it in on the first hit.  He stared up at me in shock and fear.  "You're honestly the last person I wanna see right now seriously fuck off"

"Patrick-"

"Get the fuck out.  You have to be so complicated all the fucking time I'm so sick of it just leave me alone"

"I-"

"And in all honesty to tell me to leave then stop making you feel guilty is pretty fucking low.  I'm getting hounded on a daily basis by the press.  I'm getting bullets almost shot through my head.  And then I gotta put up with your bullshit.  You need to get yourself in check I would gladly walk out that fucking door"

"Are-"

"No.  I get to talk now.  Stop being such a bossy prick to everyone.  We get it you're the present.  We see you Pete!  You don't have to be a douchebag!  We notice your existence!  Stop it!" I grabbed his shoulders.

"Let me talk!" I yelled.

"You let me talk!" he yelled back.

"For fucks sake Patrick I came to apologize!"

"For what being a prick cause you're still doing it!" I grabbed the back of his head.

"Shut up" I groaned.  I pushed him forward and kissed him.  He pushed me away angrily.  We stared at each other for a second.  His eyes went soft again.  He grabbed my collar pulling me into another kiss.  I broke up trying to catch my breath.

"I meant every word of what I said.  Shape up or I'm leaving got that?"

"I'll do anything you want me to do.  Just stay by my side.  I'm in your control"

"I won't take your shit anymore Pete"

"I'll do anything.  Just please don't leave me"

"I won't.  But now that I've got you by the balls Mr. Rich.  I want and expensive dinner" He said pompously. 

"Are you serious?" I asked.

"And I want it to be in the garden behind the white house" He crossed his arms.  I sighed.

"Fine.  Order whatever you want from a restaurant of your choice" I mumbled.

"Oh, I plan to" he picked the phone up and dialed a number.
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I set up a blanket directly under the stars.  Sometimes I wanted to marry that man.  But that would be crazy since we'd only been together a few months.  No, I was doing it right this time.  Not rushing.  I was waiting at least two years.  I set up a vase of flowers in the middle of the blanket.  Although, I have been known for my impulsively stupid ideas.  No, too soon.  He'd probably be terrified. 

"Pete?" He asked scaring me.  I jumped forward.  "Sorry, I didn't mean to scare you"

"It's fine baby" I grabbed the basket from him.  We sat down on the blanket "Okay so I'm excited to see this dinner"

"Oh uh, well see I felt bad and uh" He opened the basket.  Cut up slices of pizza were resting on top of each other. 

"I honestly believe I created you myself" I said staring at him.  He giggled and grabbed a slice biting into it.  Well, maybe it wouldn't be TOO crazy.  But for now, I think I'll wait.

"Whatcha thinkin about?" he asked.  He held his slice in front of my mouth.  I took a bite smiling. 

"I'm thinking about you" I wiggled my eyebrows at him.  "I can't believe my terms gonna be over in two months.  I can't believe we've known each other for almost four years"

"Yeah, scary" I nodded in agreement.  He laid down across my lap and stared up at me "Thank you"

"For what?"

"Saving me.  That day you arrested Brendon and now I'm here.  You really did save me" I smiled and kissed his forehead. 

"I love you" I mumbled.

"I love you too"
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"Sir!" Andy yelled.  I opened my eyes groggily.  He was staring down at me with Ash by his side.  I looked over at Patrick who was soundly sleeping next to me.  Our hands were entwined together.  "Why are you asleep out here?"

"What?" I asked.  I looked at Patrick again "Babe" I said sleepily.  He groaned waving me away "Come on baby wake up"

"Leave me alone" he whined.

"Theres a bug in your hair" he jumped up and ran his hands through his hair wildly.  I tried not to laugh.  He had a bad fear of bugs.

"Did I get it!?" He yelled.

"Yeah it's gone.  Good job babe I'm proud of you" I looked over at Andy feeling Patricks glare on me.  "We'll be in soon.  Thank you both"

"Fucking dickhead" Patrick grumbled.

"Just because you say it quietly doesn't mean I can't hear it" I said.  He tackled me to the ground bear hugging me "What the hell!?"

"I love you" he said happily "I love you a lot"

"I love you too" I said. I pulled my arm free looping it around his waist. 

"I just" he sighed.  "I'm crazy never mind"

"What is it?"

"Nothing.  Doesn't matter.  Let's go" He kissed my cheek.  Fuck now I needed to know.