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Under the dazzling lights of the party, Elon stood. He was surrounded by many socialites, politicians and overall famous people. He felt so overwhelmed with the atmosphere, the glittering bulbs bouncing of sequin dresses, the warm hue that gleamed through the room, the gentle clinking of glasses, raining laughter and heavy murmurs. He felt all too shy to move. So he stood still shyly, at the furthest table he could be. His table wasn't surrounded like the others, only getting quick hellos but never a full conversation.
But there he was alone in his uptight black tuxedo, every inch of his outfit pressed and neat, not a single wrinkle plagued his tux. Elon had been sipping on one too many champagnes that evening as the bubbly liquid is causing him to burst at his seams. He was about to blow, so he quickly escaped from the main room and headed for the bathrooms. Strutting down the hall he walks past various lavish paintings framed in intricate golden borders. The wallpaper was gorgeous as well, they were scattered in honey colored flowers. The flowers seemed to dance the more you stare, it was as if you were being entranced by the walls, calling you and dragging you in. Elon had been glamoured by the beautiful walls as he hadn't noticed the dominant thudding of footsteps that echoed throughout, ricocheting of the glossy mahogany floors. Boom boom boom boom boom the footsteps grew heavier and closer to Elon. Each step causing the brewing piss in him to scream for help.
No way! He was not going to piss himself in these elegant halls.
He spun so quickly on his heels he stumbled a bit. But this was no time to waste. His cybertruck build pranced along the halls his soft footsteps intertwined with the dominant trudging. Elon's arms swung at his sides like the true lady he is.
Throughout Elon's slow pacing he had caught the eye of a orange tinged man surrounded by body guards. Both Elon and him were going opposite directions yet their eyes met. A slither of a moment felt like a longing decade, the blues of his eyes were like a tight chain wrapped around Elon's glistening green eyes. Like they were radiating the words "your mine".
Reddening heat ascended to his full cheeks, his heart ready to leap and the swirling liquid that dwells in his bladder was ready to flow. Making haste of the situation his eyes parted from this fading blonde man. He longed for a minute longer but his body was aching, he painfully turned his head and headed straight for the bathroom doors, violently pushing them open ready to relieve himself.
"Mr Trump the guest are waiting" a tall broad shouldered bodyguard urged the orange man. He did not respond but instead had continued his walk to the main hall.
The big heavy double doors ever so romantically open, showcasing a round man. His orange skin tone glowed under the luminous chandelier, his thinning golden strands gracefully sat lush on his scalp. He wore his signature navy suit, but instead of his iconic red tie he decided to switch it up and wear a deep green tie.
Roars of cheers and thundering claps circled the large room. He stood there as the announcers voice boomed into the mic, "Donaaalllld Truuuuump hasss arriiiived" the celebrations grew louder. During Donald's introduction, Elon was still in the bathroom he was now cleaning his hands. Dead staring at the mirror as he sees his tousled hair, with moistened fingers he slicks it back to its original shape.
A sigh escaped from Elon's loose lips "who was that man?". Elon couldn't get a good view of this man due to their bodyguards.
Elon just couldn't get rid of the thought of him, those deep ocean eyes piercing his mind. When reaching the hallway once more he journeyed his way back to the main hall. Just behind the closed doors he heard loud joyous chattering, as if celebrating someone. But who?
Elon placed his feminine hands on the tall doors, slowly parting them. As the rush of light hit his soft face. His twinkling eyes shot across the room. He stepped slowly through the grand doors, it wasn't as if anyone would notice him anyway.
Resuming to his previous table he quietly sipped on his sparkling liquid. The lingering feeling of boredom began to sprout from within. Elon was regretting this exact moment, wishing upon every star that he would've stayed home. All huddled up in his glamorous pearly sheets surrounded by countless pillows. He would be engaging in various forms of romance by now, ranging from novels to shows to dazzling love songs.
He only dared to dream of being loved like those in stories. But never strived for the feeling in his own reality. He felt as if it weren't possible. Out of the billions of humans that grace this Earth how was he supposed to find the only one that would truly sweeten his heart.
Little did baby Elon know, the one who he so dearly longed for was just mere breaths away.
Elon was in an enveloping trance that he seemed to not notice a polished man striding towards him. A crystal like glass in his hand. "Hello Mr Musk" the strange man spoke. "H-huh" shaking awake from his daze. "U-uh sorry... good evening Mr Trump" Elon spoke ever so shyly. "No need to be so shy" Donald flashed a soft smirk which brought comfort to Elon's worrying heart.
This sudden conversation had caused Elon to become anxious, he wasn't used to conversing with anyone before. But this time he was palm sweatingly anxious. Trumps's deep blue eyes ignited a previous memory. Donals Trump was... the one...? The one he was fantasizing about? The one who he couldn't erase from his mind? It can't be. A shock of red spooked his face, a rose he has become.
"How is work?" Donald spoke a certain charm whistled with his words. "I-its been fine" timidly Elon's response flowed from his glossed lips. "That's spectacular!" Donald pats Elon's shoulder firm yet tender. His shoulder now tingled with raging heat, making his heart claw at his ribs like a bird yearning to be out of its cage.
Before Elon could utter another word the dashing man infront of him was swept away by another. Hopelessness loomed over him, like a hungry wolf.
If only... If only he would've been more confident. If only he could've just whispered one more word. Just so his lingering presence would linger just a little longer. If he could hold on just a little tighter, if his grip wasn't so weak he would've stayed... But he left like brittle leaves floating with the autumn breeze.
Elon's eyes began to tear. The cooling liquid drowning his pupils. About to break at any moment he ran, out of the grand doors, through the enchanting halls and into his blacked out car.
Trump's eyes followed Elon as he escaped the room. A tinge of sorrow laid to rest in his eyes.