It was a long day of tweeting from the toilet for Mr.Trump. His ass-cheeks tired of sitting on the toilet so long, his small, very tiny thumbs sore from typing about antifa and crooked Hilary. He walked down the hall, a tiresome expression on his face. Came walking towards him was Mike Pence, his chosen Vice President, and friend. "But...", Trump thought to himself. "What if we where more than friends?"
"Hello Donald." Pence said as he approached the orange man. "You look even more moldy and tired than usual, are you alright? I've checked Twitter and you seem to have expressed a lot of your feelings today." Said Mike.
"Yes I have! I'm so tired or antifa trying to sabotage my campaigns!!!" Replied Trump with an exasperated look upon his face, tears started to form in his crusty eyes.
"Please don't cry Don." Pence said as he reached for Trumps itty bitty hand.
Donald look shocked, "omg it's finally happening!" Trump thought as the silver haired man continued to hold his hand. Normally Donald wouldnt tolerate affection. But Melania had given up on trying to please him. After all she was only there for his money.
"I..." Pence started to say. "I really think that we... we could be more than president and Vice President. More than friends even." A shocked look appeared on Donald's face. Him and the fly nest hair man locked eyes, Pence gazing longingly at Mr.Trump.
"But isn't this wrong!?!" Trump said. "What about our mission! To put all the leftist gays into conversion camp!?"
"No need to worry." Replied Mike. He then continued to say "We both have socks on. It's not gay."
And it only grew from there...
