It's been 2 months since I've been able to see my love, Donald, and they were the worst months of my life. Jill has been really supportive of me when it comes to these things, after all, she did marry me so people think I'm straight.
"Hey Joe, could you come here please," I sigh, not wanting to get out of my bed. "please Joe it's important!"
Slowly getting up, I change out of the pants and shirt that I've been wearing for a week. I just didn't have the energy to change on my days off. Putting on some grey sweatpants (which I say complemented my hair nicely) and a baby blue T-shirt I leave my room and go downstairs.
"There you are Joe! I thought you might appreciate it if I called you down to tell you Donald is on Tv. "
My mood visibility brightens as I look for my love on the big tv. There his is!
His perfect golden hair is bright in the sunlight. The grease making him look prettier. His sea blue eyes look beautiful in the sunlight, but they're dull...why are they so dull? Those same eyes that I can get lost in for hours, don't shine like they used to? Why is that? Does it have any connection to why he looked the way he did on election day?
"-oe"
I can't think straight, why doesn't he look happy?
"Joe! "
Jill's voice brings me back to reality.
"Joe are you ok? I thought you would be happy to see him! "
I slowly start to call down.
"Yeah, yeah I am. Thanks Jill. " I forse a smile.
She just nods her head, clearly not buying it. That's fine, she doesn't need to. I'll be fine soon, because I know what I have to do.
The same day
Donalds POV
I slowly get out of the helicopter as the slowing blades make my hair go wild. Melania is behind me, rolling her eyes at my weak attempt to get out. I can tell she doesn't want to be here and I feel bad. All I did was promise her that she'll get money when she married me, she didn't sign up for this.
The paparazzi screams in the background. Why are we here again? I shouldn't be here, I should be with my love. Oh how I would like to see him again, but he's straight, it would never work out.
"Donald get out of the fucking helicopter!" Melania yells behind me.
"O-oh sorry. "
My shit brown shoes hit the grass below us as I slowly walk up to the stage in which I will do something. Oh that's right, I'm here to give a speech.
The stage groans as I walk on it. It's white paint becoming orange from the fake tan left on my shoes. The cheers getting louder as I go into the middle. How can everyone here look so...stupid? It's like they all believe in white supremacy, justify homophobia, is sexist, and racist? Oh wait, that's everything I tried to be to convince people I was straight. Maybe that's why they all look that way.
I start to open my mouth as my phone rings, what?
Pulling out my phone as the whole crowd goes quiet.
Oh no....
Why is he calling me now!
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Trump x Biden, a long road for love
FanfictionWatching Donald walking out of the Whitehouse was the worst moment of my life, for I know that I will never see him again. Our love is forbidden, and that is something I cannot change. I may of won this time, but by doing that.....i lost my...
