Two friends set up to become president and vice president of the United States, accidentally fall deeply in love. I guess you could say that political drama isn't the only drama that's happening in this Whitehouse. What will happen? What will Meleln...
I awoke to the sound of an alarm blaring in my ears. I turn to my left and turn it off. I was at first unhappy to be awaken to another day. That was until I remembered today was my date with Pence. Well not really date, but whatever.
Once I got dressed in a Hawaiian shirt and some nice khaki shorts, i walked out into the living room.
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(Im using this penthouse for the story, i dont know much about how it looks except this so ill just be using my imagination for a lot of it)
I went to the kitchen to find Melania. I wasn't exactly in love with her. She was a nice friend, and undoubtedly gorgeous. She just wasn't.. my 'type'. I don't think I was her type either though. But I married her regardless because the public could never know of my sexuality.. Anyways enough of my pointless thoughts..
"Good Morning Donald" Melania said to me as i walked into the kitchen which was connected to the spacious living room, but not without turning the TV on to see what was currently on the news.
"Good Morning Melania" I said while walking over to pick up a peice of toast she had made for me.
"I also forgot to tell you that Barron is staying over at his friends house again, I'm glad he's making friends" She mentioned as we walked to sit on the couch together and watch the morning news.
"Yeah that's good, also i'm heading to New Jersey to the golf course with this guy named Pence I met over Twitter." I said, finishing up my toast.
"Oh isn't that the governor of Indiana?" She replied, having already finished her slice.
"Yeah, the private jet taking us there should be here any moment" I replied going to the mirror to make sure my most recent hair cut I had given myself looked good enough to impress Pence.
"Ok well have fun. Text me when you are coming home" Melania said, still at the couch watching the morning news.
"Will do" I replied.
~~~Time Skip~~~
I had just gotten onto my private jet.
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I saw Pence already sitting down on his phone. He didn't even try to greet me. I felt a bit upset. But I didn't protest too much. I decided to sit a bit far away from him. He sat on the couch, sitting closest to the door, on the right. While I sat in the seat on the left side of the couch.
When I was going to sit down, Pence made eye contact with me. I could feel my orangey carrot like complexion heating up, i was blushing just from the eye contact. He smiled at me. But I wouldn't fall for his trap and continued with my protest.
The majority of the ride was silent. We both were just on our phones. Him on Twitter, me texting Melania.
