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joe biden was shocked. Trump was shot. yeah, the bullet wounded his ear, and it wasn't anything serious but...it made feel joe like HE was the one who was shot. this tragic event made him realise something that he tried to deny and hide from himself and everyone else...he cared about Donald and his beautiful perfect orange skin, his blonde and fluent hair, his....wait...what was he thinking?! it was already hard to admit that he cared about that stupid charmer, but THIS? he couldn't even describe how he felt. without thinking, joe took his phone and called the other candidate in the elections.. beep...beep ...
<<hello?>>
Joe's heart skipped a beat as he struggled to form a coherent sentence. why did Donald's voice have this effect on him?
<<donald...i->> he took a deep breath to calm his nerves before continuing <<i saw the news...are you ok?>>
there was what it seemed to be a never ending silence, joe bit his nails. what if Donald didn't want to talk with him! what if he thought joe was weird?! what if-
<<why do you ask?>> trump's cold voice made joe shiver
<<what do you mean? you were the center of a shooting! I'm... I'm just worried..>> he was ready to hear trump ending the call but, instead, he said something that made biden blush.
<<if you're so worried just come to my house, i feel alone.>>
<<are you serious?>> joe asked incredulous
<<do you want me to take it back?>>
<<NO!>> oh come on joe biden! get a grip on yourself, you're being ridiculous!
<<i mean...why would i refuse? i just wanted to make sure that you're not trying to prank me or something>> yeah, act cold he'll think that you're cool. wait why would you want him to-
<<don't be late, I'm impatient>> and the call ended like that.
what did joe get himself into?