A Crump Story (Donald Trump X Hilary Clinton)

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Hilary's POV

I had finally finished packing my things, I looked down to see my watch.

1:37 pm

I walked to the elevator and wrapped myself in my crimson red waistcoat. And exiting the building.

I had no where else to go, I couldn't bare asking friends to stay then opening up to them. I had to stay at least one night alone.

Although there is one place...

Donald's POV

1:54 pm

I collected some pillows and blankets and set off out of my house. Through the poring  rain I thought about life and stuff.

Finally I had entered the woods...

I had spent my childhood here, mostly with Hilary. Our families had built a tree house for us to share, until we stopped being friends... I continued to come back, but she never did.

While wiping of the rain from my last few remaining hairs, I started climbing up the musing wooden ladders.

Hilary's POV

I had made myself up onto the tree house, where me and Donald spent most of our lives here.

Without a blanket or a pillow and a single flashlight for light, It was hard to sleep.

All of a sudden creeks started to gather up, coming closer and closer. I held up my flashlight.

Then appeared Donald Trump

D= Donald H= Hilary

D: Hilary? What are you doing up here in the middle of the night?

H: I could ask you the same thing

I tried to remain any tears falling from my eyes, although I'm sure he knew I was upset. He always knew.

D: what's wrong lily?

H: lily? Well anyway there's nothing wrong with me.

Right after that sentence a tear fell from my eye, then two, three. Until I Was completely sobbing.

D: hey, hey. There's no need to cry. I'm here.

He leaned over and gave me his blankets and pillow, and allowed me to rest on his shoulder.

Soon after I fell asleep...

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