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November 5th 2024.
“He won!” Elon heard a shout from across the room. Chaos erupted.
Elon was startled. Could this really be happening? He glanced around the room, not really taking in what was happening around him, till his eyes fixated on the large projector. “312, Donald Trump.” The words flashed in big bold text on the screen. For a moment, Elon thought he was dreaming. He had been praying for this to be the turnout for years now. At first, it was because he admired Donald and what he said he would do for America. The changes he promised it make, anything regarding Donald's political side. However, eventually it spiraled into something much more, intimate between them. Nothing related to the public part of either of their lives. Of course, Elon still supported Donald when it came it politics, he was able to publicly support and help Donald out much more during this years campaign. The combination of him buying out Twitter and Donald even inviting him to multiple rallies was a dream come true for Elon. In fact, now that Donald would become the United States next president, perhaps a streak of good luck for Elon was bound to come his way? Anytime he spoke or met up with Donald, something lingered in the back of his mind.
Months ago, Donald had made an important promise to Elon. One Donald had never spoke of his the night he promised it to Elon, but regardless Elon did not forget. Elon was well aware presidents don't often follow through on promises, and that many (if not all) of them have a tendency to make empty promises or straight up lie. But, maybe because it was for Elon, it would be different? Donald wouldn’t have done all of those things for Elon for nothing right? Perhaps he was an exception to Donald's normal agenda.
Elon silently sat there, people cheering, moving around him, loudly celebrating the results. It wasn't until Elon felt a gentle hand touch his shoulder he stopped analyzing the situation.
“Can you believe it sir?” One of Elon's Tesla employees looked down and smiled at him. The pressure and touch of the workers hand reminded Elon of Donald in a weird way,
“Huh?” Elon removed the worker's hand off his shoulder.
“Yeah, and don’t touch me.” Elon added, snarling at the audacity this employee thought he had.
The worker stepped back and quickly ran off into the crowd. Elon sighed, wondering who was hiring such morons at his company. Then, he suddenly remembered, congratulations should be in order for Donald. Elon got up from his seat (made from 100% child labor sourced materials) and rushed out towards the bathroom for some privacy. As soon as he stepped inside, he grabbed his phone from his pocket and opened up his contact for Donald. Donald's information was under the title, “My MAGA man <3” the name Elon had graciously thought of for him. He smiled at his past idea, before hitting the call option, gleefully putting his phone up to his ear. The phone began to ring, Elon stood in a bathroom stall smiling at the wall impatiently waiting for Donald to pick up. The phone rung for what seemed like an eternity. Elon began to wonder if Donald was going to pick up until,
"Hello?” He finally picked up.
“Donny! It’s me, Elon, congratulations!” He exclaimed.
“Huh? Oh, uh..” Donald failed to respond, stuttering over his words.
“Everything okay honey bun?” Elon asked in a concerning tone.
“Yeah, yeah it's all good, thanks.” Donald cleared his throat awaiting Elon's response.
“So, when can I see you again? There's something I want to ask you.” Elon asked.
“Can’t you just ask me now?” Donald replied, sounding uninterested in the conversation. Elon grew slightly frustrated at Donald's response.
“Donny it isn't that simple, it's pretty important.” Elon sighed.
“Fine, fine.” Elon could hear Donald flip through his calendar.
“Look, I'm really busy in the next few weeks, with work and all, so it’ll be a while till we can meet up in person.” Donald added.
“Oh, that's okay, when's the earliest you're free?” Elon asked. He was quite disappointed in what Donald was saying, but his mind argued that it made sense, being the president was no easy job.
“The 21st, does that work?”
“Uh, Yes, sure!” Elon agreed without even checking his own schedule.
“Great.” Donald paused, there was chatter in the background.
“I’ll see you then.” Donald hung up before Elon could get a reply in.
Elon stared down at his phone, partly excited, partly frustrated. It was difficult planning things with Donald sometimes, but it was always worth it when they eventually got alone time together. Elon walked out of the bathroom stall. He went over to the sinks, to look at the mirror, fixing his hair before walking out. Pushing away all his frustrations for the time being.