Chapter 11 – The Truth about Trump

After waking up for the second time feeling heavy headed, Trump decided he needed to shower. He couldn't quite remember what he had spoken about with Snoke. All he seemed to remember was mentioning that he was married and Snoke didn't take it too well. Stopping by a medical droid, he asked for directions to the nearest shower room. Trump didn't think he could manage walking all the way back to his room in his grimy medical gown. The droid pointed him in the right direction and he set off.

Meanwhile Snoke paced around his rooms. His head was a mass of running thoughts and questions. Why didn't Trump tell him sooner? Were they not serious until that point? Snoke bashed his fist against the wall and didn't flinch when it left a large mark. He almost felt as though he was turning into Kylo, he'd never really flown into fits much before. Snoke pondered for a few moments before deciding he needed to relax and calm down. A nice shower would do just fine.

He marched over to his and twisted the dial violently. It snapped straight off and landed on the floor, the clattering noise echoed around the bathroom.

"For force's sake!" He cursed to himself. There was no way it was going to work now. He would have to use the nearest shower room. His cloak billowing behind him, he rushed out of his rooms.

As Trump arrived at the shower room, he stopped to take a good look. It was nothing like the public shower in Trump Tower. This room was large with a single wall dividing the centre. Each side of the wall had many showers and benches lined the outside. Without even thinking he strode round so he wasn't facing the door and threw his clothes across the room dramatically. He sighed as the hot water gushed over his skin.

Snoke arrived shortly after. He noticed that there was somebody washing on the other side of the wall but he didn't care who saw his naked body now. He needed a shower and Snoke always got whatever he wanted. Snoke marched round to the other side of the wall and flung of his cloak. It landed next to a yellow stained hospital gown. 'Ew' he thought to himself as he turned on the water.

It cascaded down his grey, naked, vulnerable body and he used his hands to ensure it reached all areas. His eyes were closed but part of him wanted to glance over to see who was also washing. Snoke reached the conclusion that one peak wouldn't hurt so his eyes opened slowly.

He almost jumped back a foot when he saw who was in his company. Trump was standing metres away enjoying his shower far too much.

"Trump!" He called out in surprise. Donald's eyes flew open and he covered himself with his hands for modesty.

"What are you doing here?" He replied equally as surprised. Snoke stepped back even more when he noticed Trump's skin. His usual orange colour was dripping down his sides and it was leaving behind much darker skin.

"What's wrong with your skin Trump? It's sliding off you!" Snoke yelled and he ran closer placing his hand on Trump's shoulder. "What?" He said more quietly as some of the orange ran onto his grey. Trump yelped as he noticed it too.

"No! My tan! You weren't supposed to see that… My spray tan must be wearing off," A much more tanned Trump spoke. He looked down as though he was ashamed of his body. "You weren't supposed to see me like this… I'm actually Mexican," Trump finished and he averted his eyes away from Snoke.

"I don't know what a Mexican is," Snoke answered and he lifted Trump's face back up to his eyes. "But I still think you look stunning," Snoke smiled and Trump blushed.

"Really?" Donald's eyes lit up and he glanced down again. "My hair is fake too…" He muttered and he removed his wispy blonde hair to reveal a tuft of almost black curls. As if suddenly realising they were both naked Trump stepped back and ran over to his hospital gown. He pulled it on himself and Snoke did the same with his cloak. "I can't let people see me like this though; do you have a spray tan booth?" Trump asked hopefully but Snoke looked at him blankly.

"I've never heard of a spray tan but if they existed, I would get one," He laughed and Trump huffed. He adjusted his hair and placed the blonde wig back on.

"There has to be some way to make my skin turn back to orange," He sighed in annoyance. Snoke lit up all of a sudden and smirked.

"There is a darkside power which might do the trick," Snoke explained as he raised his right arm and breathed out slowly. Trump's skin began to morph and change back into his trademark orange and he flashed Snoke a presidential smile.

"This is brilliant!" He admired his new colouring. "Is it permanent?" He asked and Snoke nodded.

"It won't change unless another darkside user changes it back," Snoke confirmed. Trump clasped his hands together but then returned them to his sides and his happiness faded.

"We still need to talk about us Snoke," Trump began and Snoke's smile twisted into a frown.

"Yes," Snoke agreed. He folded his arms.

"I've decided I'm ending it with my wife. My feelings for you are too strong. I've never felt love like this before. I'll love you if you take me back," Trump stumbled on a few of his words. He was clearly nervous and Snoke's heart dropped in his chest. He felt a few tears build in his eyes.

"Oh Trump… There is nothing in the universe I wouldn't do to be with you. Of course I'll take you back," Snoke answered as he sprinted towards Trump. Taking him in his arms, he span him around and their lips clasped together. The tongues battled for dominance in each other's mouths and Snoke let out a small feral sounding moan.

At that moment, a Stormtrooper stepped round the wall and saw them. He gasped, eyes widened and ran. His shower could wait; he had to tell his comrades what he just saw.

Hours later Kylo was marching down the corridor with Rey when he felt her stop for a moment. He whipped round to see what the problem was but she just stood there confused.

"What's wrong Rey?" He questioned whilst looking around to see what had bothered her so much. She looked up at him straight through the mask.

"I just overheard a group of Stormtroopers giggling and laughing about The Supreme Leader," She muttered, pulling him to one side.

"What? They should fear him not be laughing. What were they talking about?" He demanded to know the answer. She shook her head in disappointment.

"They said that apparently Snoke and his apprentice were spotted making out half naked in the shower rooms," She answered and Kylo dipped his head.

"He's going to have fun sorting this rumour out…" Kylo spoke with an annoyed tone.

"Rumour? You and I both know that it is highly unlikely to be a rumour," Rey replied and Kylo nodded.

"True… He needs to learn to control himself especially in public areas," Kylo stopped and thought for a moment. "Should we tell him about the rumour or let him figure it out for himself?"

"I don't know about you but I have a feeling if we told him he would likely kill the messenger… Let's pretend we didn't hear anything and he'll work it out for himself," Rey explained looking for approval of her idea from Kylo.

"Agreed," He finished and they continued their journey to the training room.