The Vice President and The Fly

Another love

There were many reasons to be stressed out at the moment.

People on TikTok had recently started a new hashtag involving his son Barron, and more importantly, the debate between him and Biden was creeping up sooner than he had been expecting. Everyone knew how the first one had gone, he hoped the second would be better.

As much as Trump hated him, he had to admit, that man was cute.

Trump could just picture him in a maid outfit.

Trump's eyes widened and shook his head in shock.

"What was I thinking?"

Biden was an annoying brat. Nothing else.

Besides, he liked Pence.

Didn't he?

Two weeks ago, he wouldn't have hesitated on saying he loved Pence. But ever since that talk from yesterday...
Trump felt nauseous whenever he was around him. He had a bad feeling in his stomach.

Trump didn't know a lot, (no he certainly didn't know a lot.) but what he did know was that this feeling definitely wasn't love.
Pence didn't comfort him, instead he only pushed him away.

Trump didn't know how to handle his feelings. Usually he would just take it out on minorities or make a stupid big decision. But Trump's stomach hurt too much to even do that.
Trump wanted to confront Pence, and tell him his true feelings about how he felt, but he was scared.

Trump got a drink of water and started slurping it down.

I need to win this election. That will make me feel better. I will not let Joe Biden win....

Even if that man is really cute.

Trump blew the water he was drinking out of his nose.

"Sir!?" The people in the room swarmed him.
"Are you ok sir?"
"Just breath"
You've got this Mr President"

"I'm fine. Quite frankly." Trump rolled his eyes and let out a few coughs.

As the people went back, Trump couldn't help thinking about his forbidden thoughts.

Joe Biden was cute.

And this time, Trump didn't even care about banishing his thoughts.

Trump WANTED to see Biden in that maid dress god damnit.

Trump took a shaky breath and felt his dying lungs fill with Covid. It wasn't a big deal, and he wasn't going to wear a mask anyways.

Just then, Melania walked in with their son, Barron trump.
She didn't talk much, and when she did, Trump couldn't understand her.

She spoke in what we called "Michele Obama."

"Melania..." Trump growled. "I thought I told you, stop the kid from playing Roblox! People have already found out about it, and he has fangirls!"

Melania smirked.
"Agh yés. They started a new hashtag on tïcktok cálled "savebarron2020". Melania spoke.

Trump rolled his eyes. "We must ban TikTok."

"Bùt mr Trump, we've already tried that thrèè times!"

Trump waved his hand dismissively.
"Well then try again." He snapped.

"More importantly, I need to talk to Pence."
Trump stood up and walked out the door. The security guards followed.

He looked behind him.
"Alone."

The security guards backed up. When they got inside, Trump transformed into a fly and flew to Pence's office. He was going to confront him. He didn't like the way he was talked to yesterday.

He flew up to the window and let himself in, transforming back into human form. Trump coughed, letting all the Covid out of him.

"Trump! Babe, What are you doing here?" Pence said, his cheeks red.

"I've come to confront you. I- I didn't like the way you talked to me yesterday."

Silence.

"What?" Pence asked after a long minute.

"I don't like the way you told me to stop crying. A supportive boyfriend should have helped me, but instead, you only pushed me away."

Shoot
Pence thought.

I have to come up with an excuse.

"Well you see" Pence tried.
"You didn't see behind you, but people were there, watching us. If I had been nice to you, they would have gotten suspicious of you. Of me. Of us. I couldn't let that happen."

Pence closed his eyes, and played with his hands, praying that Trump would believe him.

Trump looked at the man In front of him. Pence was closing his eyes she playing with his hands. Something he always did whenever he lied.

Trump looked down.

"Why do you lie?" Trump asked, tears running down his face.

Pence's face was filled with shock.
"I-"

"I thought you loved me." Trump
Interrupted. "But clearly, this? Us? Isn't going to work." Trump's voice cracked.

Trump transformed into his fly form.
"Goodbye pence. See you around." He said, his voice two octaves higher than it usually was.

Those are the side effects that go hand in hand with being able to shape shift.

And with that, Trump flapped his tiny wings and flew off into the horizon.

"Goodbye trump." Pence muttered, his eyes watering.