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It was a simple day.
It was quiet, it was cold, and it was easy-going. Donald Trump just came back from a meeting with Rick Santorum, Sarah Palin, Tim Tebow, and Alex Jones. The main topic being how they were going to get even more money. Because you can never have enough money. The young, sexy man was tired and worn from the trip. Note to self, he's going to need to hire more immigrants to carry him around. Walking was hard.
As he opened the door to his apartment, he was greeted by the always shirtless John Cena. His body so muscular, and his face, just as young and beautiful as Donald's. His cheeks flushed for a moment at the thought before giving a half-hearted wave to his roommate. John gave a bright smile to the man with the beautiful hair, Donald of course.
"Hey, Trump! How'd the meeting go?"
"I thought it was going to be huge! But that damn Sarah Palin kept talking about mooses in her un-american accent. The nerve of that woman! He exclaimed before plopping down on the couch besides John, who was watching their other roommates amazing movie. The best movie to ever come out in this century. Grown up 2.
The wrestler could sense the politicians stress and raised a hand, bringing it over his beautiful hair and stroking it. The hair purred like a kitten under his fingertips. A gentle smile was on his face as he stared in to Donald's eyes. "You look nice today, Don." The touching...it just made the politician's face heat up from embarrassment. The intimacy he could see in this man's Blue Grey eyes...
"Well...part of the beauty of me is that I am very rich. You extra....shirtless today, John."
This brought a big tooth smile to the rapper's face. That intoxicating smile... Trump shyed away. He was normally a charismatic and confident spirit, but when it came to John he was... Donald cleared his throat. "So...where's Adam?" The least racist guy ever asked.
"Oh, he's filming the sequel to Pixels. So he's not going to be back until the 6th."
