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“D-Donald Trump?” Dean stutters.
Donald Trump glared at Dean.
“I am absolutely not going to be with Parker. This will affect America and ruin the entire country!”
“I don’t want you anyway!” Parker bit back. (Clock it Parker 😛😛)
To break the tension, which was sharp enough to cut paper, Dean spoke up.
“Who makes these soulmate color systems? Do you know who’s actually responsible for this?” Dean raised an eyebrow, looking at Donald Trump.
“It’s probably because of Bid-”
(ts pmo sybau madly inlove biggie beluga whale looking ass bitch)
“I don’t think it’s because of him,” Dean cut in.
“What do we do?” Parker asked, glancing at Dean.
“I’m not exactly sure. How will our fanbases react to this?” Dean replied.
“We’ll just have to hide the colors for now,” Parker suggested.
“Actually… I have a plan,” Dean said.
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Suddenly, Dean and Parker went live, and viewers flooded in almost instantly.
“Listen, guys. We need help, specifically your help. Do you think you can help us?” Dean asked, staring into the camera and reading the chat, making sure the response was positive.
The chat exploded with “WHAT IS IT?” and “YES, WE GOT U,” and a flood of other messages. Dean and Parker appreciated their fanbase, they truly loved their fans.
With such an overwhelming and supportive response, they began explaining everything.
The chat went wild, spamming with advice, shock, or completely nonsensical messages.
But then one message caught Dean’s eye.
A blank anonymous account sent a name: “Charlie Kirk.”
Dean’s eyes widened as he read it. Without hesitation, he copied the account’s username and pasted it into his notes app. He turned to Parker.
“Thank you, guys,” Dean said quickly to the chat before ending the live.
“What happened?” Parker asked, uncertain what Dean was planning.
“We’re buying plane tickets to Florida,” Dean replied.
Parker blinked a few times before nodding slowly, not quite sure how to respond.
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As Dean purchased tickets for both him and Parker, he couldn’t shake the gut feeling that something was off about that anonymous account. He couldn’t quite put his finger on it, but it lingered.
Still, there was no time to dwell. He finished booking the tickets and packed a few essentials.
Parker set a timer on his phone, and the two of them went to sleep.
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The next morning was rough. Crawling out of bed at the crack of dawn was miserable. Parker didn’t seem thrilled either, but they both knew they had to do this, they needed answers.
After getting ready, they left for the airport. Dean could feel a lump forming in his throat the entire time. Everything felt surreal, like they were being pulled into something bigger than them.
They made it through bag check and boarded the plane just in time. The flight was surprisingly comfortable.
They just had to find Charlie Kirk.
“Soo,” Parker said suddenly.
“Soo?” Dean echoed, confused.
“Why are we going here again?” Parker asked, clearly unsure.
“Oh. Yeah. Basically, I think Charlie Kirk is the mastermind behind all of this,” Dean said casually, like bud didn’t just drop a conspiracy theory from tiktok 💔💔
Parker blinked again, this time longer. Honestly, what was he supposed to expect? Being soulmates with a dictator who also happened to be President of the United States? This was a whole new level of bizarre. (that’s depressing. oop-)
Still, Parker looked at Dean and nodded.
“Okay… whatever you say. I trust you,” he said, though not without hesitation.