It was a rainy day. I was sitting inside, watching senpai (Donald Trump) make fun of Jeb Bush for the third time that day. Poor Jeb being harassed by the carrot faced hair piece, it made me feel alive. I loved it. All the other candidates were lost causes, Trump was the only one worthwhile.
I couldn't resist anymore, I walked to the screen showing a picture of that glorious man-child and looked longingly into his eyes. I slowly leaned in until my lips met with the warm buzzing of the TV screen. At that exact moment my mother walks in. "I shouldn't have let you watch Celebrity Apprentice! Your obsession has gone too far! I just want a normal kid again!", she yelled storming out of the room. I looked back to the screen to realize it had changed to a shot of Marco Rubio. I coward away in fear, looking like a vampire who had been hit by the sunlight. My mother was right, I needed to stop this madness. The only way I could was to actually meet that maker of Wall Maria.
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It was minutes before one of his big debates. He was already planning out who he was going to offend next. He was powdering his face with Cheeto dust when a staff member walked in. "Some kid wants to meet you, says they're a super fan and if they don't meet you now, they'll publish your fanfiction you wrote about you and Ivanka."
"How do they know about that?"
The man just shrugged and let the kid back. He went back to powdering his nose when he heard a noise similar to a pterodactyl eating a cat and then felt this sudden thrust of warmth on his back.
"OMG OMG TRUMPOO! OMG SO LIKE I CAN'T BELIEVE I'M HERE!"
"Get off me, you erotic fangirl!"
Trump turns around and see's the kids face. He's stunned. He has never seen someone so beautiful. He has to act casual though. He looks around the room to see if anyone else is here. It's only them. He steps a little closer.
"I'm sorry, I didn't realize you were so gorgeous," Trump says, bringing his hand up to caress the kid's cheek.
"Thanks," the kid says, blushing madly.
They look into eachothers eyes, pupils dilating, and leaned in.
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I had no time to react. Our lips met in a sweet kiss and I instantly felt fireworks. All my dreams were coming true. He pulled away after a few seconds, staying inches from my face. He slowly opened his eyes.
"I don't even know your name," he whispered.
"It could be whatever you want it to be," I responded, my voice small. He smiles, then leans in again.
"Excuse me, sir," says one of Trump's assistants,"It's time for you to go on."
Trump leans away and gives the man a very annoyed look.
"Can't you see I'm busy here?!?"
"Well, right now, you can't be busy with anything other than lying to the good citizens of America."
Trump looked back to me with the most loving and apologetic look ever. 'I'm sorry' he mouthed. I looked back at him with a very disappointed face. Trump sighed and kept his eyes fixed on mine when he turned slightly to say,
"You're fired!"
The assistant was shocked.
"But sir y-"
"YOU'RE FIRED," Trump turned around and yelled directly in his face.
The assistant looked at him and started to tear up, then took a deep breath to try and compose himself a bit. He turned on his heel and walked out, slamming the door behind him. Trump looked back to me.
"I'm sorry it has to be this way, but I must go. Promise me you'll still be here when I return."
I looked at him with uncertainty. I didn't want to leave, but I couldn't stay without getting caught. If people asked me why I was there I couldn't just say I was Trump's new secret lover. I mean we technically didn't confirm that we were going to become something greater, but the chemistry was real between us.
"Of course I'll still be here," I said pulling Trump into a hug. He smelled exactly like I thought he would, like shit.
"I love you," says Trump,"I have to go now." Trump kisses me once more on the lips, then quickly leaves.
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