You're someone you're not

The drive seemed never ending just it kept going. Letting me marenate in my own nervousness. What am I going to talk about? I don't want to talk about my fucking art work and I haven't really left the hotel room unless to smoke which I won't admit to to the president. I'm kinda glad the limo driver didn't try to start a conversation. I'm not ready for that shit.
we turned in a underground parking structure near the back of the White House.
" We're here" the driver grunted. He opened my door. Another suit guy came to escort me to the actuall White House.
" Baby bird has landed" the man clicked into his Wally tally.
" Why do I have to be baby bird? Why can't I be slinky? Yeah slinky!" The man chuckled.
" Baby bird wants to be the slinky" the man smiled into the box.
there was laughter on the other end.
" No just slinky" I mentioned.
" Sorry just slinky" the suit guy said sarcastically.
" Sassy bastard" the voice said.
" Language, mr iero" he scolded. That was the son of the prisident??? The own who liked my halfassed art work?
" You are entering the dinning hall where you will be spending your evening. I mumbled a thanks.
there was a kid about a half a foot shorter than me with his head buried in a laptop pushed off to the side to the main dinning table other than that the room was empty.
" Um hey I'm Gerard" I introduced since I don't think he saw me.
" Aw Gerard how nice to see you again" I was confused at first. If I had met the prisedents son I would remember. Then this kid looked up. Of corse it had to be the kid I blew off at the park. And his name was frank of corse.
" Look I'm sorry-" I started
" it's ok dude things happen it not a big deal" he looked back to computer. He totally rwconizes me at the park and came to talk to me.
" Oh frankie! Could at least change your clothes to something presentable?!" The First Lady rushed into the room dressed in a deep purple night gown.
" I did" frank smirked. He was wearing ripped jeans and a black flag shirt with long black sleeves on under.
" I can smell it one you frank. You know that?" Frank mom said in a very momly way.
" what? What do smell on me? Can you even say it?" Frank looked up finally from the computer.
" Smoke." The First Lady looked discussed pursing her lips and looking away. I just stood there awkwardly. I didn't realized the prisedents family was reguarish.
" I'm sooo rude! Hi Gerard I'm mrs. Iero! My husband will be out in a second you can sit down if you want" she shook my hand softly then ushered me into my seat.
" You look like a good kid. I'm she Gerard doesn't smoke" she said loadly so frank could hear. I smirky broke into a cold sweat. Please frank don't get revenge on me not going to your thing by outing me to your mom. Frank looked up and flashes me a crooked smile.
" I'm sure he doesn't"
but before I could respond the president of the United States of America walked into the room.

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