Chadkity

Part Three

Obama's heart fluttered, it was almost an hour before the party. Maybe he should go early, but an hour early? Maybe he'd come off as desperate....

To hell with it. He couldn't wait and pass up his chance to see the boy of his dreams. *His Chad*. Obama picked up the phone and called Bush. It went to voicemail. "Hey, I'm going to the party. You'd better be there so I won't be lonely." He sighed, rubbing the temples on his forehead. This was so nerve wracking!

TIME SKIP

Anxiously Obama twiddled his fingers before walking up to the door. It was hard to gather the courage to go inside. He could do this.... Right? He could. He could. He... Couldn't.

It wasn't worth it. He was too nervous and he let his hands fall to his sides. This wasn't worth it. Slowly he turned away, pulling at the ruffles on his dress. But suddenly there was a click, and a differing person pulling on his ruffles. IT WAS QUACKITY. "Hey babe, where are you going so soon? Come join the party." Slowly Obama's head turned with surprise. Quackity lifted up his chin and left him breathless. "I was really hoping you'd show up." His voice was so effortlessly smooth. Did he know what he was doing to Obama's heart?

"Oh well... I didn't know if you wanted me here." He sighed. "Of course I did." He smiled, it warmed Obama's heart and made him blush so hard!

"Come inside." Quackity insisted and grabbed his hand, he tugged lightly. Giving him a chance. Either he could take it or leave it.

A subconscious choice was made, and they went inside. The party was bumping and completely different to the calm and romantic atmosphere of the outdoors. It was almost intimidating. Quackity let go of his hand for a moment and laughed his signature, beautiful laugh. "I see someone I know, babe. I'm just gonna go for a second, you get acquainted."

Slowly he walked away, leaving Obama alone. He didn't know anyone, how was he supposed to socialize... Maybe instead he could peek in on their conversation? That couldn't be the worst thing he could do.

Obama peeked over at Quackity and another boy, he was bald and had glasses, despite the fact they were indoors? He seemed familiar but he couldn't quite remember his name. Slowly he got closer and hid behind a nearby wall. What were they talking about?

"Hey Mr.Worldwide. It's been a long time, hasn't it?" "You've barely talked to me since we broke up. I miss you." Quackity turned his head to the side dismissively and sighed. "We talked about this, baby. I don't like to be tied down, and you tried to do that to me. I'm a free flying Chad." The music began to drown them out and Obama became panicked. His fingers even began to shake...

Party rock anthem was playing. Their song. "I remember when we used to listen to this." Pitbull ran a hand down his sleeve and smiled lightly. "That was a long time ago." Quackity muttered softly, rubbing the back of his neck.

"Do you even remember the lyrics?" He asked, receiving a surprised look from the other. Pitbull burst out with confidence. "Of course. Party rockers in the hou—" "It's party rock is." He snorted, covering his mouth with his hand gently. They gazed at each other, feeling some sort of spark dance between them as they looked gently at one another. But then suddenly. Pitbull grabbed his strong manly shoulders and held him closer. Slowly his lips came up to hungrily kiss Quackity's.

Obama felt tears run down his cheeks as he stared at them. Seeing how Pitbull grabbed his rugged shoulders. That should be him. He ran away from the scene, feeling the tears fade behind him and his heart ached. Feeling like it'd been pulled from his chest.

To be continued...