Between The Notes & The Nation *The Weeknd*

*2028*

*Makayla's P.O.V*

I took a deep breath with my nerves shot waiting for these results to reveal themselves. I never wanted this stress in my life but after so many encouraging words and loving pushes, I decided to do it.

It's election day and i decided to run for President of the United States. And quite frankly it has been the most nerve-wracking thing ever! Because all I can wonder is if I have done enough for America to like me, Did I choose the right running mate, and if I could ever live up to the work that my predecessor had done. And believe me when I say the possibility of going into office directly after Thee Kamala Harris is a pretty big task. Because she has already done so much and she has been so good to me.

So the stakes are really high here, Can I really do it? Can I run a country at just 35 years old? So many thoughts are running through my mind. Even seeing things on the internet has given me doubt. I just can't enjoy the moment and We have hours before this race is even called.

"Kayla can you please come enjoy your party" My best friend Brianna said breaking me out of my thoughts.

I gave her a slight smirk "I am I promise"

"Bullshit, I know the look on your face. You're when you shouldn't be. You got this election in the bag" She assured me.

"You don't know that for sure. What if my message didn't come across clear enough" I spit out my worries. See this is why I didn't want to run in the first place.

"Please don't make me smack the shit out of you future madame president. Look at that screen you have 175 electoral votes already. You are less than 100 away and you are the first person in a long ass time to flip both Florida and Texas blue. The current president can't even say she did that" she said placing her hand on her hip sounding like she was somebody's mom. She is somebody's mom, but she is just not mine.

"Fine I'll try to enjoy the party," I said throwing my hands up into submission so she would shut up.

As much as I tried I can't get into this party. Not because it's boring but because the fate of the world relies on this.

"What's going on over here?" The soft but raspy but also stern and loving voice that is the president of the united states Kamala spoke as she approached us.

Brianna smacked her lips " Mamala you better get your girl.

I rolled my eyes, she's trying to stir the pot. "I am fine"

Brianna and Kamala both gave me a stfu look.

"I can look at you and tell that you're not fine" Kamala responded with her authoritative intimidating look on her face.

"I Am fine, I swear" I stated, hoping they would just leave me alone.

Kamala sucked her teeth and looked at Brianna "Sweaty could you give us a moment"

Brianna nodded and walked away. I sighed rolling my eyes. I just know I'm about to get an ear full.

"Come on what's going Mickey?" Kamala asked in a sympathetic voice.

I shook my head. "Nothing, There is a lot riding on this race. Everything you've done can either be upheld by me or torn down by JD. Vance"

She shook her head "We all know you have this race in the palm of your hand. Even you know it. I know you and I know when something deeper is bothering you. I'm going to go on a limb and say you wish she was here?"

Dammit, she knew exactly what it is. Tears quickly flooded my eyes as I nodded.

"Oh baby" Kamala's face went soft and she pulled me into a hug causing me to let all my emotions go and just sob.

Truth is I have known Kamala since I was 10 years old and she was District Attorney. My mother worked as her assistant for 5 years and they were very close that they could be best friends. In 2008 when I was 14 going 15 years old my mother was diagnosed with late-stage breast cancer and died a few months later. But before she died she didn't trust anybody else to take care of me except for Kamala. Which she promised to do and has done ever since.

And No I never got a hand out. All my accomplishments including being in this presidential race came from Kamala or some might say Mamala being up my ass about everything. To the point, I graduated college and grad school early. Became a lawyer for 3 years and then became California's governor all befor the age of 35.

Kamala broke the hug and looked at me with tears in her eyes. She wiped my cheeks with her thumbs "I wish she was here too. And I know she is so proud of you."

I nodded "Thank you"

"Okay now stop this crying girl. Go clean yourself up so you can become the 48th president of The united states. I love you" She said with a smile.

"I love you too mama" I said back to her and walked away.

I've seen her as my second mother since I was a little girl and she has always had my back no matter what I do, I just wish my mom could be here.

As I walked towards the bathroom I couldn't help to notice the news on the TV screen that was talking about the election and the results. I was ahead by at least 50 points. But for some reason, all they wanted to bring up was the fact that If I got into office I would be the first president in history to not have a spouse.

Which I don't understand why me not having a husband matters. It's not a requirement for this job. And let's be honest. I have never had the time to date. And when I do all I attract is cheating ass niggas. So I rather shift my attention to getting a better job what is a a man going do for me anyway?......

*Abel's P.O.V*

"What's the point of you watching the results of an election that you don't even vote in" Cash asked handing me a glass of Henny and sitting down next to me.

"Because I still pay taxes, I need to know if I'm spending more money or not" I stated.

Although I live in the United States I'm not a citizen persay. But a nigga does still pay taxes. And a lot is riding on if I gotta pay more or not.

"Okay, that makes sense. Who's your money on in this race?"

"Makayla Carter of Course."

"Now is that because she selected you to perform at her rally in New York?" Cash asked

"Well fucking duh! That girl is fine as fuck and she smelled good too."

"You should get with her" Cash joked

"Nigga be serious. What would my ass do with the Future President? I know I'm the shit but I am nowhere near in her league" I stated.

Don't get me wrong Makayla Carter is a beautiful woman but let's be real here she ain't checking for a nigga like me. And for all I know she might bitches instead.

I will say getting the call that she wanted me to perform at her rally in NYC really threw me. And then meeting her backstage my heart skipped a beat like a lovesick ass nigga.

She was so kind and her words were soft. I watched as she spoke to the crown. She spoke in a way that made you believe in her.

To ever think I would get a shot with her is wishful thinking. Plus I don't ever stay faithful to just one person. I've been a bird and always going to be a bird at 38.

"Man, you block your own damn blessings!" Cash chuckled taking another swig of his drink.

I smirked with no response because I didn't know how to respond to that at all.

To ever think I'd have a chance with the future president is crazy. She is really beautiful and I don't deserve her.

I sat back watching the news anchors talk about Makayla Carter being ahead in all votes and how she has such great role models around being that the current president is her Godmother. Also if she was to get into office she'd be the first president in office to not have a spouse or family there with her.

American politics are really crazy because why does that matter?"

I was soon broken away from my thoughts when my phone began to ring. I picked it up and looked at it immediately rolling my eyes seeing that it was one of the girls I've been messing around with calling. I already know she's about to be on some irritating ass shit and I don't want to deal with it.

I sighed then answered the phone "How can I help you, Valarie?"

She sniffled "Abel, We need to talk?"

"Talk about what Valerie?" I asked rubbing my forehead with my free hand.

"I uh think this is a conversation be had in person" She said sounding like she was almost in tears.

"Val I don't have time for this. What the hell do you need to tell me that you can't over the phone?"

"Abel, I uh. I don't know how to say this but I uh-" She started as if she's trying to find her words.

"Dammit Valerie, can you just fucking spit it out? Shit!" I practically yelled in annoyance. I don't have time for her bullshit.

Me and Valerie have been on and off for years. I have cheated on her so many times with many different women. But for whatever reason she keeps coming back. Also casn't lie the girl got some good pussy. Well, the last time I cheated she swore she was done with me and never wanted to talk to me again and here she is seven weeks later on my phone crying about something.

She heaved then sighed "Abel I'm pregnant, And it's your baby"

In the next second, I burst out laughing. Did she really just say she was pregnant? There's no fucking way. "Valerie stop fucking playing and get the hell off my phone"

"Abel I'm serious. I'm sorry" She burst out crying.

Here goes her theatrics I'm not falling for it. "You really think I'm stupid. This is your way of trying to get me back?"

"No Abel I swear. You are the only person I've been with and I am carrying your baby" She cried

"Okay if that is so, Get rid of it and don't call me again bitch" I said harshly then hung up the phone then proceeded to block her number.

I honestly don't need that negativity in my life. And I definitely don't need a damn child in my life.

"What was all that about?" Cash asked

I shrugged sitting my phone down "Man nothing, Valerie is tripping."

He chuckled a bit "You and that girl are something else, What did she say this time?"

"Some bullshit about her being pregnant with my baby" I said grabbing my class of Henny and downing the rest of it.

"She's pregnant!? What the fuck!?"

"I honestly doubt it Cash, and if she is she can go right ahead and get rid of it because I don't want it or her" I said coldly.

"Remember what I said about getting with Makayla Carter, Nevermind about it you are definitely out of her league. I'm sure the future president doesn't need baby mama drama" Cash said with his eyebrow raised and lighting a blunt.

"The Accosicated Press has officially called this race, the projected winner to be the 48th president is Makayla Carter with 342 Electoral votes" The news anchor on the TV announced that the next president will be Makalya

"Or should I say the president doesn't need the drama? you just blocked yourself a real blessing" He said with a smirk on his face.

I rolled my eyes. He acts if he knows something I don't know, I was never going to go after her and I was never going to get the chance either. I am happy that she got elected and I could help a little....

*Makayla's P.O.V*

"Mickey get up! you did it! You're the next president" I was shaken awake by a gleaming Kamala with the biggest smile on her face and tears in her eyes.

I rubbed my eyes and stretched, I must've sat on this couch and fell straight to sleep. I groaned a bit "What did you say, mama?"

"You won 342 Electoral votes. You did it, baby!" She gleamed even more pulling me off the couch and into the biggest hug I've gotten since the time I was 15 and stole her car and got drunk.

My eyes got wide "Did you say I won?"

She pulled back "Yes dear, You did"

Tears filled my eyes in disbelief and joy "Oh my god"

"My bestie is the fucking president!!" Brianna ran over hugging me practically knocking us down onto the floor.

I laughed "I guess I am. I've got to find Jasmine I gotta find my VP"

"I'm right here, We did it" Jasmine Mathews who I have chosen to be my Vice president emerged with a drink in her hand"

I smiled "It's Carter/Mathews time"

She nodded and we all began celebrating my win. This is the moment My mom dreamed of and this is the moment Kamala prepared me for. This is the moment I was put on a six-month punishment at 15 for that pushed me into books and studying law before I was even out of high school.

I did it, I'm going to be president. But am I truly ready for this?"

*2 Months later*

I officially was sworn in as the 48th president. And the entire day felt like a dream. I can't believe this actually happened.

It was now time for Kamala to leave D.C. one final time and go back home in California. Truth is I don't want her to leave I'm scared out of my mind.

She started walking towards the limo that would be taking her to the Air Force helicopter that would be taking her home. And sudden panic began to set in.

I can't do this. I'm going to be here alone, the press was right. i have nobody that's going to keep me level-headed when the shit gets rough.

I quickly darted down the stars not carrying that cameras are watching me live and this is going to be talked about for the next few weeks.

"Mama wait!" I called out.

Her and Uncle Doug stopped in their tracks and she turned around with a concerned look on her face.

I ran up to her wrapping my arms around her "Please don't leave today I don't want to be alone. I can't do this"

I felt her smile "Mickey my sweet girl. You can do this. You're going to do this. I'm so proud of you"

"Please don't leave today" I cried"

She pulled back and wiped the tears from my eyes "I have no choice Mickey, I know you're scared but you can do this. And I promise you that I am only one call away. I love you"

"I love you too mama" I hugged her once last time before she got into the limo and pulled away leaving me to run a nation by myself.

The first three weeks in the White House had to be the most busiest I had ever been but also the most lonely. After all the staff would go home it would just be me and the Secret Service men left and they barely ever spoke to me. Almost like they were scared.

Brianna had to go back home so she could work. she's a doctor and has already taken so much time off for my inauguration and stayed a few nights with me.

I sat up in my bed it was one in the morning and I just couldn't sleep. Even though I had such a long day of meetings and calls I just couldn't;t get my body to rest. I pulled out my personal cell phone which now technically I'm not supposed to have they gave me a new phone that I literally cannot do shit on except make calls and write emails. My personal phone is strictly for my enjoyment cause I can do anything on it.

I scrolled through Instagram looking at pictures of my friends enjoying their lives as I have to grow accustomed to this life. I soon came across a wedding announcement from my old college roommate. She's getting married.

I sighed almost feeling a bit envious. Maybe everyone was right, before securing the office maybe I should've secured a husband first.

I closed Instagram and decided I would call Jasmine my VP. I know that she is still up she has a 2-year-old who hates sleep.

The phone rang a few times and she answered "Is everything okay Kayla?"

"Uhh yeah, I'm sorry to worry you. I just kind of needed someone to talk to" I stated kind of feeling embarrassed.

"Of course, What's going on?" She asked.

"I don't know really, I kind of feel alone here"

"Alone as in?"

"You know, Alone alone" I said hoping she would catch my drift.

"Oh I see, You want a second man" She teased.

"I didn't say all that, But a companion would be nice" I laughed a bit.

"Well get you one, Did you forget you are the most powerful woman in America right now?"

"No I didn't, But no man is going to walk up to me directly and somehow I only attack fuck niggas" I stated. Nobody is going to dare to approach the president to ask them out.

She laughed "Girl then you choose who you want. You go to them, I there someone in this world you could possibly think of that you could want?"

"I mean there are a few men that caught my eye"

"Okay, that's a good start, Who?"

"Well Trey Songz" I stated

"Girl no, You're trying to stay away from fuck niggas, Think again"

"The Weeknd. I've always adored his music and I was fangirling hard as hell at my NYC rally" I stated with a smile on my face.

"Hmm, He's kind of a fuck nigga. But he's definitely a good guy. I say call him" She said in excitement.

"Jaz I can't just call the man" I said trying to get her to hear how crazy she sounded.

"You can because you're the president," She said slowly as if i didn't understand what I was or the power I held.

I rolled my eyes "Fine I'll call tomorrow"

"Good girl, now please get off my phone because I finally got Donnie from the wild thorn berries to go to sleep and your VP has a meeting in the morning"

I laughed "Okay goodnight"

I hung up and laid back in the bed trying to fall asleep.

I can't believe I'm going to actually call The Weeknd to see if he'd go on a date with me, Am I really this lonely?

What if he doesn't want to? Or what if he thinks I'm crazy for calling him out of the blue? Do I really need the company?

The next morning sitting at my desk in the Oval Office I stared at the yellow piece of paper that had all of The Weeknd's or should I say Abel Tesfaye's information on it. It wasn't hard to receive my assistant got it for me within 10 minutes.

"Come on Kayla just do it" I whispered to myself

Okay, I'm going to do it. I picked up the phone and dialed the number and let the phone ring which it calls the secret service man first then calls whoever I am calling. Jim my guy does his thing which is to say the person's name and then says the president of the United States. It's pretty funny. The other day Called Kamala from my office phone and she laughed the entire prompt.

When Abel answered the phone my heart sank and my throat went dry. What the hell am I supposed to say?....