Deported To His Bed

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He had invited me over to dine with him again, and some other people who had lived in the white house.

It was to be the most fanciest, cleanest, and most amazing place to eat. Beats eating at Red Lobster.

I was glad to have been close to Donald, but when it came to us being alone in a room, I can't move any of my muscles for some reason. I'd hate to say this as well, but I can't overcome my feelings. I am in love with my president.

The sad truth is that I have been in love with him for years, some time before he even knew me. I felt special that he decided to pick me to be a friend of his.

We have went on different 'dates' as I'd like to call them,  but I am not sure if he knows about my feelings.

I sure hope he doesn't so that one night, that faithful night, I can sweep him off of his feet and make him feel good. Geez, it sounds weird now that I say it aloud.

As I stayed in the white house for a few weeks, I have grown a custom to many things, such as how the showers work. I am a bed fellow to Donald, and I look forward to sleeping every night.

I sometimes wonder if he can hear me whisper into his ear in the middle of the night, but it wouldn't matter anyways.

One day, I awoke to Donald getting off the bed and heading to his closet to get dressed. At first I thought he would have people to dress him, but remembered he likes his privacy and like to do things himself.

I rub my eyes as I ask him where he I going. He turned to me and said with a smile. 'I'm leaving for a day to make America great again.' I could tell he was joking, but I still wondered where he was going.

I sat up as he got himself prepared, and decided to stay awake for the time being.

As he put on his belt, he walked towards my sleepy self, and kissed my cheek. What was happening!?

I blushed hard, and covered my face as he headed towards his door. He left me stunned as I sat on the bed alone, turning red to the thought of his lips on me.

I stood, and locked the door. I couldn't handle this, and so I went into the bathroom. Looking into the mirror I found my self as orange as his sexy skin tone. Could it be my senpai had noticed me?

Till the next short chapters...

(Memes are life)

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