K.I.S.S (Futanari) •

The Kiss

Hartley's P.O.V

"So who's "The Bitch?"

I heard my mother ask behind me as I was cooking dinner. I froze before I turned around and faced her as I let out a nervous laugh. "What? Mom have you been taking you.."

"Don't you dare finish that sentence" she states and I sigh before turning off the stove and leaning against the counter. I then thought that she must have heard my conversation with Richie when I was in the living room.

Richie was telling me at how '"the bitch's" boyfriend is still salty about losing the race because he posted something on Instagram, somehow calling me out. "It's nothing ma.. she's just..a girl at my school" I finished as I looked down at the wooden flooring that we had and that needed to be flourished again. My attention then went back to my mother as I heard her laugh and I looked at her confused, wasn't I in trouble that I had called someone "the bitch"?. My mother and I are alike in some ways, such as we both do not tolerate swear words, like the most vile ones.

"I'm not mad at you sweetie, actually I'm glad" she says as she sits down on one of the wooden chair that was tucked in our small table, you can barely fit three people around it. "Glad?. Why mom?" I asked confused as I pulled out my own chair and she rested her hands under her chin as she gazed at me.

"Even though you've always like to do risky things, you are the most kindest girl that I know and I am so happy that you're my girl but this.. hearing you call someone "the bitch", makes me glad because you have a fiery side to you and that's good" she finished as she reached her hand over and patted mine. I just kept nodding while having a thinking face although I didn't understand what the heck she said.

Honestly.

"You have no idea what I just said, did you?" My mom spoke again and I laughed nervously again before straightening up in my chair and shook my head.

"Nope" I said as I popped the "p" and she laughed before standing up from her chair, walked over to me and bent down as she kissed my forehead.

"I love you Hartley. Call me when dinner's done" she said and walked away. My heart felt heavy as I stared at her walking figure. The chemo was wearing her down and each time we returned from the hospital, I had to make her a cup of tea, somehow trying to give her something that would make the situation lighter, but I knew I was wrong, this situation was deep, dark and sad.

I stood up from my seating position and got back at the stove as I turned it on and it started cooking the risotto that I begin cooking.

Poppy's P.O.V

"Argh!"

I groaned loudly with frustration as I took note that my driver was late, again!. That's it, I'm firing his ass I thought as I stomped back in the house, I walked to the list that I kept on our fridge door and harshly took off the marker's top before I wrote the driver's name and made a big "X" on it knowing that my parents would see it and they would fire him. After making sure the big X was written on his name multiple times, I then huffed and shouted at the top of my lungs.

"Max!"

I heard slight scuffing from upstairs before he hurriedly walked around the corner and towards me. I ignored the annoyed look and I instructed him to me to school. With no questions asked, he nodded, did a little bow before he grabbed his keys and my bag that I gave him.

*

I was sitting at my table, and yes I call it my table because I forced the principal if he didn't call it my table then all my parents investment in this school would go down the drain. As I was sitting at my table with students that I deemed was popular enough to sit with me, I looked across the whole cafeteria mindlessly.