*Trump giving his speech on stage in the view of a sniper scope*
Drake: This one is for bringing Rocky back…
*Drake sighs and looks to the side*
*He thinks, although he loves Rihanna, he’s always wished for her to be happy*
Drake: I CAN’T DO IT MAN!
*A tear rolls down Drake’s cheek, but he shifts to wipe it and accidentally shoots and hits Trump*
Drake: Whoopsie Daisy!
*Trump is escorted off the stage as Drake runs away*
*Later in Trump’s apartment, knock*
Trump: Come in!
*Drake enters*
Trump: Drizzy what’s up my dog?
*Drake stands and can’t help to show his tears*
Drake: I I I couldn’t do it! It was me! I tried to kill you!
*Drake turns to cry as Trump holds Drake to comfort him*
Trump: It’s ok…
Drake: *Sniff* Y-You’re not mad?
Trump: *Sigh* You did it out of love… We were expecting this any day after Rocky got free?
Drake: You knew about it?!?!?
Trump: We considered you and your feelings…
Drake: Oh so just my feelings? Great! Who cares about Drake’s heart anyway!
Trump: JUST BECAUSE YOU LOST HER, DOESN’T MEAN YOU LOST ME!
Drake: What?
Trump: I did it to get closer to you!
Drake: What do you mean?
Trump: Goddammit I love you Drake!
*Drake blushes*
Drake: Y-Y-You do?
Trump: I only became President so you’d think I’m cool, and not like the others… All of this. I did it for you… and look what it got me…
*Drake steps up to Trump*
Drake: Well… I’m here now…
*Trump leans in to kiss Drake*
Drake: It was a Rocky few years…
*Drake sits on the desk as Trump lifts him*
Trump: But we got home in the end.