The Beginning

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by Sassy_Jesus

by Sassy_Jesus

Mammy mammy tell meh a storhy Rolf said. Yeh tell us a lov stori said Wally and Musically. Trump sat down and put little don don on the carpet with Jacob by his side.

"Ooh sweetheart we should tell them about how we first met" said Jacob.

"Sure why not" Trump said sitting tired from his locker talk he had just a minute ago and grabbing some random woman from da pu$$y .

"Ok I will tell what happened" Jacob said.

|Jacob Sartorius POV|

Once upon a time it was me Rolf, and I was making a few musicallys it was actually these he said while he showed the musicallys from his IPhone.

Well anyway, after that I had a concert and I remember all the details. It was March 2, 2016 6:30 p.m. in Georgia at Kenny's Alley. After those Musicallys I had to go onstage.
I was singing my best fuck boy song on my album called Sweatshirt.

The musical started playing and I looked in the crowd looking and all the desperate girls looking at me even though my heart belonged to one person which I was brainwashed in to thinking it was Ariel

I kept looking in the crowd only to see one man. I looked a little closer and found out it was Donald Trump. I started sweating and got nervous for the first time. I started feeling something in me lower zone so I looked down only to see my hot dog started rising. I got embarrassed so I grabbed a stool and started fake playing my guitar like I always do to not show the hotdog.

I looked back into the crowd and saw him...

He was wearing a Jacob Sartorius shirt and blushed when he saw me looking at him. He was as orange as the sunrise or the beautiful leaves falling during fall. With his beautiful blonde hair flying through the air.

He was beautiful.

I actually felt like someone loved me.

And it was him

The lyrics of sweatshirt was playing and I had to lip sync to it or they would knew I was a fraud

"chillin with her hair tied"
I looked at Trump you could see some of his yellow hair was tied up in a ponytail in the front where it looks like a unicorn horn

If he was a unicorn
I wanted him to be my unicorn.

I looked lower and I saw he was wearing sweatpants

He looked so hot
I was getting really moist and sweaty

I had a couple of sweatshirts on the ground to throw to People.

I tried throwing it to Trump
But my unathletic flaling arms failed me I threw it to a random girl

I tried again.
It MADE IT
Its like we were destined to be together
He caught it with his chubby chicken orange arms
He was like the annoying orange but instead of annoying misunderstood
I understood Him though
I knew I could treat him better
Than anyone else can

I got so moist that I fainted