Several days go by before Trump hears from the Grinch again. It's nearly midnight on a Sunday when he receives a phone call. Sighing, expecting a work call, Trump answers.

"Trump? Are you there?"

Trump lets out a gasp. "Grinch!"

"Hello. New Years' Eve is coming up, and I was hoping to spend the day with you. I understand if you're not around, or if you're working, or if you have other plans, or even if you just don't want to," the Grinch rambles.

"I'd love to!" Trump says with a smile.

"Great! Do you want to come over by, say, 10?"

"Yes!"

There is a click, and the Grinch has ended the call.

It takes Trump several hours to sleep after this. A whole day with the Grinch! It's practically a dream come true!

Serotonin? In this economy? Apparently it's possible, as Trump had never felt happier in his life.

When he finally manages to slip into a dream, he finds that it is centered around the one and only Grinch.

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A few days later, on the morning of New Year's Eve, Trump awakens late. It's only 9, so it isn't too bad, but it's later than he would have liked. Still, he gets ready and goes over to the Grinch's house.

The weather is cold, and he regrets not bringing a heavier coat. Why hadn't he learned from last time?

He arrives at the Grinch's a few minutes late, but the greenette doesn't mention anything about his tardiness. They hang out inside, talking about life and politics, getting to know each other a little bit more.

Then, the Grinch says, "I still don't know what to do with all the decorations."

"The what?"

"You know, all the decorations we stole on Christmas Eve. They're sitting on a pile in my backyard."

The Grinch leads him out the back door. Sure enough, in a large pile sits all the stolen decorations.

Trump gets an idea. "We can use them to decorate your house!" The house is rather plain, after all. Trump still thinks that the Grinch deserves more, but he doesn't add this.

"Most of them are very holiday-themed. I don't think they would work for everyday decoration."

"Well, we can always try!" And it's this optimism that carries them through the next several hours.

The final touch is a small, hanging plant that the Grinch finds buried at the bottom of the pile. It's a small green tangle of leaf-covered stems. The Grinch decides to hang it above his doorway. It will be a lovely thing to see as you enter the house.

Trump walks inside to see the Grinch messing with something above the main entrance. Curious, he walks over.

"Grinch, what are you—is that mistletoe?"

"Is it what now?"

"Grinch, do you not know what mistletoe is?"

The Grinch only gives Trump a blank look. The blonde blushes a little.

"Well, mistletoe is a hanging plant that people decorate doorways with around Christmas. And, well, when two people stand under it, they're supposed to... um, they're supposed to kiss," Trump says, a little flustered. The Grinch smirks and takes a step closer to Trump.

"So, in honor of the Christmas spirit," he begins.

"The Christmas spirit that we tried to destroy."

"Yes, that. In honor of the spirit that we have, ah, illegally required, I suppose I must kiss you. Is that alright?"

Trump nods, his face growing red.

The kiss is unlike any other that Trump has experienced. He has never kissed a man before, and he had never expected it to be this amazing. When they pull apart, he can feel his heart racing.

And as Trump the homosexual monster-fucker stares at the Grinch, he realizes that he just had a true love's kiss.

A/N- This isn't gonna be the end of the story. It would be a good spot to end, but these two still have the whole day together!

And uh I have been neglecting my Kagehina book because I find it more fun to write bullshit than real content. Oopsie. I'll get back to that when I feel like it.