Yes, Mr. President

Chapter 2

I do not own the show or any characters. If only I did. Hmmm... Anyway. Hope you like it!


Kendall P.O.V.

I walked into the living room to wait for Logan. The room was nice tastes little tacky. It had a dark green couch with matching love seat, a mahogany coffee table, and light brown walls. Very elegant.

Only moments later I saw Logan walking in through the hallway down to me.

"Sorry, I was in the bedroom," he apologized. "Where do you want to go? We can stay here and do nothing, or we can go and maybe have some lunch?"

"Mm," I hummed "Can we go to Morazio's?" I asked, practically jumping like a little girl.

Logan gave me a nod and linked our hands together. We walked out the front door and out to the car. We were greeted by about a dozen guards.

"Boys, either stay in the back or don't come at all." I ordered getting in the back of the same Limo that brought me here.

The entire drive Logan and I made out like horny dogs. We're thirty, but we act like teens.

Finally we arrived at the small Italian restaurant. It was no place you would expect a president to eat at, but it's my favorite.

"Here we are," Logan said as he lead me into the building. It was a run down, shack, and was badly in need of a paint job.

As soon as we walked in we were greeted by an usher. "Would you like a table for two, or a table for eight?" He asked, obviously meaning the guards behind me.

"Two, please. We have an, uh, agreement." I chuckled.

"Right this way, Mr. President." He smiled

We were directed to a small table with chairs on either side. It was a small, circular, table covered in a white cloth. It was a very nice place, but you would never know from the outside.

"Wine, sir?" He asked.

"Oh, it's only lunch. No thank you." I responded.

The man left us alone at our table. We could see the guards looking over menus every few seconds.

"So, Mr. President. What is it like being the head hauncho?" Logan asked in a cute little voice.

"Very nice. Although, it does get weird when the guards won't leave me alone." I responded.

"It's only the first day. I'm sure it will get better."

We both smiled and had a small kiss before the man came back to take our orders.

He took our orders and menus. Soon returning with a couple of drinks.

"On the house. For the President and his date." he said setting the drinks down.

We talked and passed time until we finished with lunch. We linked hands and walked out of the restaurant with big smiles.