Triden & Kamalia
“MAGA! MAGA! MAGA!” Trump smiled as he waved to the crowd who aimlessly deepthroated every word he said. “This way Mr. Former President.” His security team called as the rally came to an end. Her hands quivered as she tightly held onto her phone behind her back. Their eyes meet, cold gazes were exchanged between the two. “Leave us.” Trump says to the men in black suits who surrounded the two. As the last guard fills out of the room Melania goes to speak; Trump cuts her off.
“Why do you even bother to show up?”
“W- what do you mean? I’m your wife after all, shouldn’t I be here to show my suppor-”
Trump, avoiding looking into her eyes, “cut the bullshit. I see the way you look at her.”
“You know you really have always been able to read me like an open book.” Melania chuckled.
“I wish I didn’t have to. I don’t understand why you can’t just be a loyal and faithful first lady-”
“Oh cut the bullshit. Don’t act all innocent. I see the way you look at him.”
“What? What are you talking about?”
“You know I heard you two. That day you got shot. The second you got backstage he was so quick to call you. I heard you talking with that sweet voice you never use on me. That sweet, sweet voice.”
“Shut up! I should’ve divorced your ass years ago! The second I lost the 2020 presidency!”
“Oh please. You couldn’t divorce me if you wanted to. After all, who would vote for a president who doesn’t even have a wife? Let alone one who’s having an affair with his wife just to see the one man whos supposed to be his only rival.”
“He’s different! He’s not like anyone else I’ve had to go against before!”
“Tch. Pathetic.” Melania scoffs as she clutches her phone in her hand behind her back with her earbuds twirled around her fingers with a green light illuminating.
“Pathetic? Me? Why don’t you show us all what exactly you’re hiding behind your back then.”
Melania hesitated, Trump knew he stuck a nerve. She slowly pulled her phone out from behind her back.
“Fine, I have nothing to hide. Just listening to some music, can I not do that?” Melania says as she shows the man her phone screen.
“You know its funny, I never took you as a fan of the brat album. This wouldn’t have anything to do with ‘her’ right?”
“O- of course not? I’m just trying to experiment with new music.”
“Pathetic.” Trump says as he walks past her towards the exit before stopping at the door. “You know, you’ll never be julia.”
Melania bites her lip, holding back tears, as the door shuts as Trump exits the room. Her knees hit the floor as she clutches the green album close to her chest, sobbing on the cold bare floor as she thought to herself, if only she could feel the warmth of that dashing blazer she’d once felt before.
A buzz vibrates the phone in her hand. A text from her, Kamala. “Hey Julia :)”
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The day Trump got shot
*30 minutes before Trump’s rally*
“Joe you know this isn’t fair, this presidency is tearing us apart.”
“So what! What would you rather have me do Donald? Give all of this away? For what? A little side relationship I could find anywhere?”
Trump, taking a step back, “you.. you dont mean that.”
“Tell you what Donald, we could’ve had a good life together! Fucking real good life! Had us a place of our own. But you didn’t want it Donald! So what we got now is a president rivalry! Everythings built on that! That’s all we got boy fucking all. So I hope you know that even if you don’t know the rest. You count the dam few times we have been together in nearly twenty years and you measure the short fucking leash you keep me on and then you ask me about Mexico and tell me you’’ll kill me for needing something i dont hardly never get.” (brokeback mountain copyright claims)
“You’ll never find anyone who can love you like I can.”
“Oh yeah? We’ll see about that then. Good luck with your shitty ass campain.” Biden yelled as he shut on Trumps face, leaving him, tears streaming down his face.
Trump wiped the tears from his face. “Fine. If that’s what he wants then so be it.”
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BAM!
Trump fell beneath the podium with his fist held in the air. He knew he was a fighter. An assasination attempt and the love of his life breaking his heart was a little too much for this fighter as a tear streamed down his cheek. Quickly wiping it away, he won’t be so easily affected by such trivial matters anymore. He was going all in for this president election, going mad even.
Biden felt something was off, something was wrong. He was in trouble, no, something more important, his love was in trouble. His face flushed white at the news as he scrambled for his phone to call him, Donald. No answer. Nothing went through his head but regret. Is he okay? Why did I shut on him? Is this really the end? No. While it might be selfish, he wouldn’t an end like this. He put on his coat and immediately headed to his private jet.
“Where to Mr. President?”
Biden knew he’d be in trouble with his security team for acting so rashly and not thinking about himself, but at this point? He didnt care. “To him.. To Trump- no.. to Donald.”
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The rain began to pour, Biden was thinking the worst. “Please.. just let him be okay.” The pilot overhearing, “Did you say anything Mr. President?” Biden, thinking, “Please, call me Joe.”
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Biden burst into the room to be met with Trump, cold and dripping wet in rain with no emotion glaring down Biden. “Out.” Biden says to his guards. “Donald I-” Trump, cutting him off, “save it.” “I’m sorry I was wrong an- your ear..” Biden said as he gently caressed his face. Trump was weak to his touch, only his soft old wrinkly hands could hold his face so gently. “It- It’s fine.” Trump tried to explain. “No, no its not fine, this isn’t right and this shouldn’t be happening.” Biden said as he quickly bandaged his ear up. “Donald, I’m dropping out of the race.” Trump’s eyes widended “what? You can’t drop out, this is all you’ve ever wanted!” Biden corrected him, “No Donald, this is all I ever thought I wanted. But all this made me realise, all I’ve ever really wanted was you.” Biden says as he dozes into Trump’s blue eyes with a hand running through his strawberry blond hair that smelt weirdly like sardines, but to Joe, that’s exactly what made it so charming. Trump began to sob into Joe’s neck as they both thought, maybe can work out after all.
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After Trump and Melania had finished their confrontation, Trump immediately rushed to Biden to let him know that Melania knew about their relationship. “Donald take it easy, who cares if they know? We know about their situation too so does it really matter? Plus, the public is bound to find out sooner or later, as long as its past the election than it should’t matter. I mean just look at your last rally, everyone was out there parading with bandages on their ear Donald. You do remember that day dont you?” Trump laughed, “Of course I remember Joe, you rushed to me and wrapped a bandage around my ear.” “Exactly, if anything all these people with bandages are simply a symbol of our love. Trust me, we’ll be fine.” Trump decided to allow himself to believe him, in hope.
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“Its like they say, if you have something to say, say it to my face.” Kamala says as she wraps up the end of her rally. Heading backstage to talk to her cunty bff Megan thee Stallion. “I just cant help but hate him a little. Seeing the way he treats her just makes my blood boil. I just wish there was more I could do.” She complained. “Girl go get your man! I mean woman! Ahh and if the beat live ahh real hot girl shit ahh!” Megan said. “Thank you Megan! I think I get what you mean! If I simply allow Trump to continue mistreating Melania instead of taking a chance and confessing my love she’ll never see her own worth and begin to feel like maybe she deserves to be in such a harmful relationship and I’ll never get the chance to be with her after all!” Megan nodded and twerked out of the room. “I know what I have to do.” Kamala said as she began to prepare for her and Trump’s next debate.
To be continued.