(First off rq I do not own any of the cover photos)
Trumps pov: I stepped into my Lamborghini my vision slightly blurred from restless nights thinking about, 'him'. His hair, his smile and the slight whiff of cinnamon I smell when he walks by. The way his hair would shine a slight silver in the sunlight. He was, perfect. Today marked June 6th 2016, the day he would be having his last rally before the general election. I wanted to give as much support as I could without causing too much suspicion and uproar. I showed up in a green jumpsuit, black fedora and a pink feather boa. Ignoring the strange looks and disgusted faces I was getting from the other supporters I knew deep down this was all worth it for love. I pushed past the roaring crowd. And that's when I saw him. He was doing an interview for Fox News live. I suddenly froze, it was if the world was in slow motion, the way he would clear his throat before every question he would answer. Or how his husky soothing voice would become firm when making arguments. Everything about him was. Perfect.
Bernie's pov: I was finishing the last few questions for the interview when I saw, him. His beautiful hair, his gorgeous orange features, or the way his orange cheeks would turn a tangerine color when he spoke to me. He was. Perfect. I was snapped out of my daydream when I saw a hand waving in front of my face "Mr Bernie?we're live". I struggled to get the words out of my mouth for the last few questions of the interview, somehow I would always find my eyes wandering right back at him. When the camera light turned red I quickly stood up to shake the head reporters hand and scurried into the back room. I looked into the mirror running a sweaty hand through my oily hair. "Mr. Bernie? Your on in 10 minutes" I heard my manager call from the other side of the door.
