You Buzz Into My Heart

Ch. 1 - I want you Mike

Donald Trump huddles under the desk in the Oval Office. His head is tucked in between his knees and his arms wrapped around his head. The once thriving demagogue has had all his hopes and dreams crushed by the voters of The United States. His vile messages of hate that he spews no longer give him power. He is nothing but a broken shadow of what he once was. Of course his exact thoughts were not at this level of vocabulary. For he had always had a few screws loose in his noggin. But despite these flaws there is one person always there for him.

Donald Trump began to think of Mike Pence. He imagined Mike's stone cold expression fixed onto his boxy face. Donald slid his arm across his face to drive away the tears. He knew that sooner or later Mike would walk in. Donald needed to look strong and brave for him. He just wasn't sure if he had the willpower to do it. He blew his nose into bottom of his shirt, and then wiped his face with it. He didn't care how disgusting that was. He was in a rush to look a little more dignified and he wasn't creative enough to come up with any other idea.

He emerged from under the desk like a grotesque monster prowling out of its cave. He tucked his snotty shirt into his pants and straightened his tie. As he stood up his last few braincells were jostled into a sense of functioning. He pieced all the events that had transpired so far and came to a sudden conclusion. This wasn't over yet. He could still win this election. He couldn't understand why his fellow Americans didn't reelect him, so it must have been fraud. What else could it mean? They understood why he downplayed the virus. Right? He could have sworn that they understood that his grasp on power was more important than the safety of his citizens. 

Donald's train of thought was interrupted by a brisk knock at the door. He recognized that knock. It was the knock of Mike's warm hands. His very, very large hands.

"Yes, Vice President. Come on in." Donald said, while situating himself across once of the couches. Donald propped up his head with his hand and elbow. It was not unlike the draw me like one of your French chicks pose. 

"Sir, the associated press had called the election for Joe Biden. We're ruined! I'm not sure how we can move forward." Mike announced as we walked into the office. Mike then spotted Donald and froze at the sight of his strange pose. "President Trump Sir, What are you doing?"

"Never mind that." Donald said. "I have something important to tell you. I know how we can take back this election."

Mike Pence put his hand on his face with his middle, ring and pinky finger resting on the bridge of his noise. "How sir, are we going to manage that?" He asked with an exasperated tone.

"We sue them." Donald replied. "We sue them all. I can do it. I'm the best person at sueing. I can sue like nobody else." 

Mike Pence sighed. "What do you need me for then?"

Trump sat up and walked over to Mike. He rested his hand on Mike's shoulder. "I need you to stand with me and Giuliani. Without you I don't know if I can continue to destroy our nation's government. I need you Mike. I don't just need you though...  I want you."

Mike Pence gasped, and blushed a little. "Donald are you insinuating what I think you are insinuating?"

"I don't know what insinuating means but I can tell you full confidence, Yes." Donald Trump pursed his lips and closed his eyes. He slowly started leaning into Mike. Mike looked away for a bit. Mike wasn't sure if this was what he wanted, but then he looked down at Trumps hair. Mike decided to do it for Trump's luscious corn like locks.

Authors note: I don't know if I'm going to continue the story or not. If enough people want more then I will write more. Anyway thanks for reading. I hope this made a few people laugh.