(If you haven't read Chapter 1 and Chapter 2, make sure to do that first! Also, disclaimer: This is fiction.)
Among the Bushes
Things are About to Get Spicey
Caroline flipped through the dresses in her closet, searching in vain for just the right one. She didn't understand why she was so nervous. She was used to dating powerful, successful men: stockbrokers, hedge fund managers, CEOs of multinational oil corporations…the kind of people found throughout the current administration. So why was she intimidated by this Press Secretary-turned-gardener?
Caroline paused and closed her eyes, remembering how dreamy Sean Spicer had looked in his suit and safari hat. She imagined him standing behind the podium in the White House briefing room, ignoring the questions being thrown at him as he pointed right at her, his beady eyes sparkling. She’d stand up and walk to the podium, where he would sweep her into his arms and give her a passionate kiss in front of the whole White House press corps, stopping only when Jim Acosta started yelling that there were no cameras.
She shook herself out of her reverie when she realized she needed to meet Sean at the restaurant in an hour. (Caroline always insisted on driving separately for first dates in case things didn't work out. One could never be too careful with former White House employees, as she had learned during a disastrous date with Rahm Emanuel.)
After settling on a simple but stylish black dress and rushing to get ready, Caroline arrived at the steakhouse right on time and waited for Sean outside. A few minutes later he pulled up in a Hyundai Elantra and tossed his keys to the valet. Caroline was excited to see him but was surprised to see what he was driving. Sean must have sensed her disappointment.
“I had an Escalade, but Seb Gorka asked to borrow it and never gave it back,” he explained.
“Why didn't you demand it back?”
“Are you kidding?” he asked, holding the restaurant door open. “That guy is terrifying! Plus I kind of got out of there in a hurry. Some things had to be sacrificed.”
Once they were seated and had ordered a bottle of wine, Caroline took a good long look at Sean Spicer. His surprisingly well tailored blue suit enhanced his muscular and/or chubby arms, and she was pleased to see his American flag pin was right-side up, but she realized she didn't know much about him, despite what she'd seen on TV. She decided it was time to get to know him better.
“So, Sean,” she began, “Tell me more about yourself. What was it like being the White House Press Secretary?”
“Oh, you know…It was a real privilege,” he said flatly. “Phenomenal.”
“Did you like it?” she asked. “You always seemed…kind of angry.”
“No, I wasn't angry,” he said. “It's just that I hate the media so much.”
“Don't you think maybe a Press Secretary shouldn't have such disdain for the press?”
He looked at her with a puzzled expression. Thankfully just then the waiter arrived to take their orders.
As usual, Caroline ordered lobster. She always did that as a test to see how her date would react. If he balked, he wasn't worth it. Sean smiled at her, then ordered steak—medium-rare. She was glad to see he wasn't like the president in that regard.
“Would you like a baked potato or sweet potato?” the waiter asked.
Sean started breathing quickly and closed his eyes tight. He was quiet for a few awkward moments before snapping, “A baked potato! A regular baked potato! Period!”
The waiter exchanged a nervous glance with Caroline.
“What was that about?” she asked as the waiter scurried away.
“I'm sorry, I don't want to get into it,” Sean answered.
Why was he so angry about a potato? Caroline started to wonder if this whole thing had been a big mistake. They sat uncomfortably for a minute while Caroline tried to devise an escape plan. Instead, she decided to give Sean another chance. She couldn’t give up on him that easily.
“Um…so why gardening?” she asked, breaking the silence.
Sean visibly relaxed, the crease between his eyes almost disappearing.
“It's something I've wanted to do for a long time,” he explained. “I’d been in politics for so long, and a couple years ago I had this epiphany that made me realize I really wanted to reconnect with nature.”
“What was the epiphany?” Caroline asked.
“Well, let's just say it was an experience that allowed me to tap into my inner animal.”
Caroline raised her eyebrows and smiled. “Your inner animal, huh? What was it?”
Sean glanced around the room. “Don't laugh.”
“I won't, I promise,” she said, taking a sip of wine.
Sean looked around the room again. “It was when I dressed up as the Easter Bunny.”
Caroline shot wine out of her mouth.
“I'm so sorry,” she said, blotting wine from the tablecloth and desperately trying to stifle her laughter. Sean’s face turned red, and Caroline wasn't sure if it was from anger or embarrassment.
“I'm really sorry,” Caroline sputtered. “Please, tell me more.”
Sean hesitated but continued, “I mean, really, it made me start thinking about how nice it would be to have a less stressful life, away from the 24/7 news cycle and talking points and all that. But then I had the opportunity to work for the president, and even though he's clearly a deranged lunatic, it wasn't an opportunity I could pass up.”
“I suppose not,” Caroline agreed.
“But it was awful. Every day I'd go to work and I'd have to find creative ways to spin the news. Believe it or not, sometimes I'd even have to—” he stopped and looked around again to make sure no one was listening, then leaned over the table and whispered, “lie. Tell alternative facts!” He looked at Caroline wide-eyed. She pretended to seem surprised.
“Eventually it got to be too much,” Sean said. “People think Scaramucci was the final straw, but I was done long before that. I just wanted to put it all behind me, find a job where I could work in the sun and feel the warm earth on my hands.”
Sean’s beaming smile was so endearing that Caroline decided to ignore the earlier potato incident.
They wound up having an enjoyable dinner. Sean regaled Caroline with secrets about the White House, like the true meaning of “covfefe” and how Sarah Huckabee Sanders has a penchant for knitting with human hair.
Caroline found herself giggling like a schoolgirl. She realized that Sean Spicer was very funny, and not nearly as dumb as she'd thought. Before long, she was gazing into his eyes, admiring the flock of crows feet that formed around them when he smiled. Sean had just started to reach across the table to take her hand when the waiter dropped off the dessert menu.
“Ooo! Pumpkin cheesecake!” Caroline exclaimed.
“No. Please don't get that.” Sean looked concerned.
“Why not? Are you allergic?”
“No, just…please. Please don't get the pumpkin cheesecake.”
“I don't understand.” Caroline shook her head.
“Stop shaking your head!” Sean demanded, brow furrowed. “Just please order anything other than the cheesecake.”
“I don't get it. You didn't mind the lobster but suddenly cheesecake is a problem?”
“Just not the cheesecake!” Sean repeated.
“This is unbelievable,” Caroline hissed. “I don't care how hot you are, or what a great spokesman or talented topiarist you are, no man will tell me what I can or can't order for dessert!”
Caroline stood up and slammed her napkin onto the table. “Thank you for dinner, Sean, but this date is over.”
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GOOD GOD this is amazing. It's neither too hamfisted nor too straight-up silly, but it still has me cackling like a maniac. I got to your blog like 30 minutes ago from the Jefferson pot roast recipe, but I'm so glad I checked the recent posts. Definitely looking forward to seeing more, Caroline x Sean Spicer is a ship for the ages. Absolutely incredible.ReplyDelete
Haha! Your comment made my day. Welcome!Delete
This is HILARIOUS!!! I stumbled upon this story by accident through a Google image search and it's one of the funniest things I've read in months. It's so good, write more write more!!! I know Spicer is yesterday's news but I'm on the edge of my seat!!ReplyDelete
Hi, Seth! I'm glad you liked it! I just realized I forgot to add a link at the end to the next (and, sadly, final) chapter of the FanFic: http://www.presidentress.com/2018/01/sean-spicer-fan-fiction-chapter-4.html Enjoy!ReplyDelete