A/N- I keep finding these edits of the Grinch with Trump's face so I decided to compile three of them into this header. Consider it their love children, I suppose?

Trump awakens with the sun high in the sky, and he can immediately tell that he overslept. The fire has nearly died, and the final coals are emitting only little heat. The Grinch is no longer by his side. He must have awoken and left the house by now. Why hadn't he awoken Trump?

The blonde stands up, yawning loudly. Today is Christmas. What can the Grinch possibly be up to?

Trunk walks outside, surprised at the thick coat of snow on the ground. The Grinch's footsteps lead over to a different part of the mountain. Trump follows this trail, eventually coming to a rather open area. The view is clear, overlooking a snow-coated forest. The Grinch sits in the snow, staring off into the distance.

"Grinch?" Trump calls out softly.

The Grinch looks over at Trump, surprised. "Oh, hello. I didn't think you would be awake yet."

"Usually I'm awake far before this time."

"Ah, I see. I'm not used to human sleep patterns. Please forgive me."

Human sleep patterns? Trump internally groans. Not only is he suddenly a homosexual, he is also one of those Tumblr monster-fuckers. He has heard of the community before, but never quite thought he was one of them. You learn something new every day, he supposes.

"It's alright, Grinch," Trump says, sitting next to him. The snow is still softly falling, adding to the winter-wonderland around them. The weather is quite cold now that he isn't indoors, and the Grinch notices that he is slightly shivering.

"Are you cold?" he asks.

"A little bit," Trump admits.

The Grinch gives the blonde a small smile and wraps an arm around him. Trump feels his heart flutter. This moment can't be more perfect.

And then Trump remembers that he had only told the staff he would be gone for lunch, and he begins to panic.

"What time is it?" he asks the Grinch.

"I would say a quarter past noon," he responds. "Why do you ask?"

"Ah heck, I've been gone for at least 24 hours. My country must be worried sick about me! I've practically gone missing!"

"But you aren't missing," the Grinch sighs.

"To them, I may as well be. I'm sorry Grinch, but I have to go now."

The Grinch frowns, disappointed. "When can I see you again?"

"I don't know. I'm sorry."

And off Trump went. He has started back to the White House in a run, but that doesn't last long, so he speed-walks back as fast as he can manage.

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It turns out that hardly anyone in the White House noticed his absence. Or, perhaps they did, and simply don't care. Either way, they don't mention anything, and he is not questioned.

Trump tries to stay on-task, tries to be productive, but alas, he cannot. Not when that hairy green man is occupying his thoughts. He tells himself that he'll see the Grinch again soon, but deep down, he knows that this is unlikely. They don't have a set meeting time, and he doesn't have any means of contact except for going directly to the man's doorstep. The Grinch has Trump's number, but Trump does not have his in return.

This new sadness is carried in Trump's heart, and he cannot tell anyone of it. This is his new secret.

A/N- Oh the DRAMA!!!

kinda a vent? but fuck dude it's midnight and i need to get up for hybrid school tomorrow. definitely not looking forward to it (i wanna go full remote but my mother won't let me cuz she thinks i won't see any human beings this winter,,, like ma'am i hate hybrid can i just stay home??? i'm seeing plenty of people right now outside of classes, and i never interact with anyone at school, so there's no point???)