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POV: George W. Bush
“It’s been a month and one week since then Georgie, he still treats me like it never even happened…”
George W. Bush sat in his seance room. All geared up with his wolf ears and tail, sitting on the ground with his Ouijia board and candles.
It was in this room that he could really be himself, leaving the heavy title of United States president behind. He knew the people would never accept him for who he truly was so he hid his true self away from the public. The only person who really understood him was his best friend George Washington. They had been friends for so long now even though he had already passed on. They are able to communicate through a Ouijia board. Although there has been speculation that there could be a possible way for Bush to see George we aren’t so sure.
“Bush, how many times do I have to say that man is no good. You need to find someone who's…better for you.”
“I know, I know…It’s just, I love him Georgie. I can’t help it.”
Bush strokes his wolf tail as he processes his feelings for what seems to be the thousandth time this week. Although he can’t see George, he can feel him with him. His presence alone is enough to make Bush feel a little better. George always makes him feel better.
“I understand how it is. You know i’m always here for you”
“I know you are, thank you Georgie.”
the sounds of static echo around the room, the news the first thing on the screen once it clears.
News reporter on the television: Something is happening in the southwestern tip of Manhattan, near the shore of the Hudson River! It's the towers! The plane is headed for the second tower!!”
Bush’s eyes widen in surprise as he turns to face the television. Only one name can be muttered from his lips at this moment.
“Osama…”
ONE MONTH EARLIER
POV: Osama Bin Laden (Binny)
It’s been one week since my incident with Bush. I’ve never betrayed the trust of Nortie (North Tower) before…what should I do?
Osama makes his way down the street, his gorgeous husband standing tall for everyone to see. He knows he loves the attention. He places a hand on his side, placing a gentle kiss on his soft glass windows. His favorite part of every morning.
“Good morning my darling Nortie.”
Osama waits for a response, of course Nortie isn’t much of a talker, but when they're alone he’s the most romantic building of all. He stands there a moment just embracing the moment between Nortie and him. Then he catches a glimpse of someone else. The South tower…she always looked at Osama with those lustful eyes.
“Will you excuse me for a second Nortie darling?”
He makes his way over to South tower, looking up at her tall build. He had to admit she was hot, she always made sure to sneak seductive glances at him while getting her windows cleaned. That dirty tower.. He would always think to himself. Doesn't she know he's married?
“Was there something you needed Shawty?”
South tower (Shawty) looked at Osama with that look she always gives, making it hard for him to control his thoughts. Osama thought if she stared like this any longer, the steel in her structure wouldnt be the only thing incredibly hard. He continued to look, her not giving a response was unusual. Maybe she has the same problem Nortie does? Although she doesn’t speak with words Osama feels like he knows exactly what she's trying to say. She wants him. And he knows it all too well.
“Listen Shawty, you know we can’t do this. I married Norton. This is my final decision.”
With that he walks away, leaving Shawty by herself to think over what had just happened. She was filled with so much emotion. Her glass became foggy as she sobbed internally. Why didn’t he want her? Is she not good enough for him? All these questions flooded her mind as she watched the love of her life walk away to join the one he chose. The sun shining innocently as if blind to the heartbreak that takes place.
Osama knew he had broken South Tower's heart, but he had already betrayed Norties trust once before, just a week earlier. He couldn’t bring himself to do it again. The guilt that possessed him was too strong. Nortie didn’t deserve that, but what's the harm in keeping that one little secret?