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Donald stared blankly at the paper. It was due next week, and he had to fill out 30 pages. He had no clue what he was doing. As he sat, confused, in the lonely coffee shop, he noticed someone enter.
It was Joe Biden. Top of his class in Harvard for Politicians. He was everything Donald thought he could be. Smart, funny, nice, and passing his classes. They didn’t interact much, since Joe was a year above him, but their dorms were in the same building. Joe didn’t notice Donald at first. But Donald couldn’t look away.
But when they met eyes as Joe ordered a coffee, Donald saw his blueish eyes and winning smile and blushed, just a soft blush on his orange-colored face.
As he noticed Donald, Joe walked over and stood over him.
“Is that the law passing assignment? Man, that one was hard.” He smiled at Donald, confidently. “Want some help?
Donald was lost in the junior’s eyes. After a moment of looking clueless, he spoke. “Yes. Please. I put it off for so long, I can’t fail this class.”
Joe sat down, crossing his legs on the stool.
“Alright, so for this one, you’re gonna wanna do this.” Joe took the pencil and his hand brushed against Donald’s, causing the sophomore to pull back. “Just gotta sign here and here and you’re good. Hey, I’ve never seen you around, are you new?”
“No, I’m just a sophomore. We don’t have any classes together. Plus, I skip some of my classes anyway, so you wouldn’t see me around.” Donald looked down as he admitted this.
A young barista named Robert delivers a steaming cup of black coffee to Joe.
“That’d be your problem, you gotta pay attention in class, and part of that is in actually going to class.” Joe sips his coffee. “I can tutor you, if you want.”
“Honestly, I think I might just drop out. I can’t pay attention in class. I’d rather just not do college.”
Joe’s smile dropped, donning a confounded expression. “Drop out? Aren’t you a sophomore? You can’t just up and leave!”
Donald looked down, ashamed. He could only get into Harvard for Politicians because his father gave him a few hundred million dollars.
Joe gazes through the coffee shop window. “It’s getting late, I should be going.”
Donald suddenly realizes what time it is. “Shit! Yeah, I gotta go too!” He puts his books and papers into his bag and gets in his car.
As he turns the key, the engine sputters, coughs, and does everything else except start. “Damn!” Donald yells.
Joe immediately runs over to Donald. “What’s wrong?
“My engine froze over.” He looks down, defeated.
“Well, mine works fine!” Joe smiles at him. “Why don’t you come to my place?”
Donald looks back up into Joe’s eyes. He knew he was safe with him. “Yes.”
(20 minutes later.)
“This is the place. My dorm. My domain.” Joe laughs.
“A bit small, isn’t it?” Donald looks around the dorm. It wasn’t ugly, but he was used to mansions and manors.
“Well, yeah. It’s just a dorm. And there is only one bed.” Joe gestures toward the bed. There was only one bed.
“Oh!” Donald blushes. He didn’t expect to have to be so close with his fit classmate.
“You can sleep on the couch if-”
Donald cuts off Joe. “I do not mind sleeping in a bed with you!” He yells.
“Oh, okay, sure, if you insist!” Joe smiles at Donald, a bit put off by his behavior but clearly interested. “We don’t need to, uh, sleep just yet, y’know? We can watch a movie or something.”