Sometimes being the president’s son wasn’t the best thing. That’s what Jonathan thought, son of the President of the United States. Yeah sure, your father being the biggest man in the country, the White House, it’s just a lot.

One day, his father had a campaign speech, he had to go since he was even going to speak for a bit. On the way to the campaign, he saw a kid around his age, he looked kinda cute holding a journal in his hands.

Maybe he will sneak away and talk to him for a bit, he looked like he was there for the campaign. When they got behind the stage, he slowly wandered off, careful not to be caught by security. The boy was just waiting for the campaign to start while drawing.

“Hey, what are you drawing?” Jonathan smiled sitting down next to you. Jonathan could tell by sneaking some glances at your journal, you were gay based off of the two men kissing. Jonathan could tell he was falling for you.