K.I.S.S (Futanari) •

Without You

Issac in the photo attached.

Poppy's P.O.V

"Um excuse me? excuse me, how do you--um how do you do this?" I ask the other person next to me that was filling up their car with gas. The thing is that whenever my car would need gas, Hartley was always around to fill my gas for me, now that she wasn't around--I had to do a lot of things myself.

"Well ma'am you put in your credit card in this slot right here and pull it right out, type in your pin or if it's a credit card and not a debit card just press which pump you would like and then begin fueling. You do that by grabbing the knozzle and put it right in here" the man had showed me everything and all I could do was nod along and try and act like I was listening but in reality I was panicking.

"Thank you" I thanked the man and watched as he turned back around to attend to his own car. I let out a deep sigh and run my fingers through my hair. I was preparing myself to do this, I mean I had to do this or else I wouldn't be able to drive back home.

Mind you I could always call my butler and he'd drive to come pick me and my car up but then I didn't want to depend on him all the time. Hartley kind of always taught me my independent side also and I knew if I didn't do this then I wouldn't be able to learn.

So I pushed in my credit card in the slot and watched on the little screen how it kind of gave me instructions. I did all the things it had told me to do and not even a minute later I stood back as I watched the prices and gallons go up. I was proud of myself, wanting to smile wide but hid it within myself trying to compose my bitchy look.

I also wished Hartley was here, I'd wrap my legs around her and tell her how I did that all by myself. I leaned slightly against my car, thinking of the one and only Hartley McCraw, my heart beating at the thought of her name.

A couple of weeks had passed since me trying to talk to Hartley. I had thought that if I give her "space" then maybe she'd want to talk to me civilly. My heart ached at the way Hartley looked at me, it was as if I didn't mean anything to her, what we did and our relationship didn't mean anything at all. That had hurt me, but I guess I deserved it.

I continued on thinking of what to do but then stopped as I saw that the knozzle had jumped a bit probably indicating that it was done pumping gas. I rested my hands on my hips as I looked at it. Okay so if I pull it out, would gas come out of it and get on my hands? I don't want to do that, so I had to find another wa--

"Here, I got this for you" a deep soothing voice had said and I looked to see a mop of short brown hair and large hands as he I assume, grabbed the handle of the knozzle and gently pulls it out and replaces it back on it's stand. I gazed at the guy and realized that he was quite tall, taller than Hartley and Richie.

He had blue eyes, and brown hair and a tanned complexion. He also looked like he works out regularly. I nodded towards him and mumbled out a short, "thanks". I grabbed my keys in my hands and wanted to get going but he was kind of standing in the way and I tried not to look at him because whenever I did, I felt guilty as if I shouldn't be looking at him.

"I'm Issac" he introduces himself and I saw him reaching out a hand to shake mine I assume. I looked up at him again, noticing that his nose kind of looked a bit broken but it actually wasn't broken, it was just how it was bent slightly.

"Well that's good for you Issac" I say in a bitchy tone. This would happen all the time, even before I had met Hartley. Guys would come up to me, introduce themselves then try and tell me how beautiful I was or they wanted to take me out. I would always brush them off and act extra bitchy because in all honesty, I hadn't had any interest them.