Biden pinned Trump against the wall.
"So are you going to let me win this debate or not?"
The smaller male looked at him.
"I-I h-huh?"
Biden looked Trump in the eyes. "I will beat you. Physically and mentally." He walked away. As the shorter man walked away, everything was in slow motion. The faux crusty bleached blonde man watched the other man's frame walk away.
Without any words, he found himself speed walking silently towards Joseph Robinette Biden Jr.
The wannabe cheeto's orange hand found it's way to the other male's wrist, clutching it tightly.
Biden did a full 180 and faced the over-tanned sprayed man. "What? Did I not already tell you? I will win the debate." A wave of confidence washed over his face. He crossed his arms.
Trump glared at him. "As if."
"Bet." The shorter male shot back curtly.
The taller man lifted an arm, slamming it straight back on the hard wall behind Joe.
"Bet," Donald whispered, leaning closer. The faux blonde's beady eyes shot down, meeting the sturdy gaze of the Democrat he was running against.
Out of nowhere, a bewildered Michael Richard Pence was walking down the hall that led to the one where the two opposing party candidates were situated in. The Vice President sighed, looking down at his watch. If he even had one. The debate begun in a few minutes and he sighed in relief, knowing he would make it in time to see his beloved Donald.
Well.
The words "his beloved Donald" was kind of one-sided.
Our protagonist Michael Richard Pence is gay for Donald John Trump.
Pence sped down the long hallway, reaching the turning point where it would lead him down another hallway, and to where the debate was held. He was planning to hide behind the long draped curtains.
Well, he was planning to.
As soon as he stepped one foot into the hall, he was faced with a sight that shattered his heart, leaving him confused and broken.
