K.I.S.S (Futanari) •

I Was Worried Part 2

Hartley's P.O.V

I knew--I knew I shouldn't have let Richie convince me to go along with buying fake I.D's then with that going to a bar. I knew we shouldn't have done it but we did and here we were, cold and in pain.

"Do you know this guy at all Richie? Is he legitimate?" I had asked my goofy best friend, watching him as he began pacing in the spot where we were.

We were in front of a Walmart, in a Walmart parking lot, supposed to be meeting this guy that specialized in making fake I.Ds. This was all Richie's idea and why I went along with it, I don't know. I just didn't know but one thing I knew, and that was, I wanted to get away. Not getting in my truck and driving away--I wanted to let loose and just feel careless, basically I wanted to get drunk.

I didn't know why the guy that had our fake I.D's wanted to meet us here and why he was fifteen minutes late but I had just remained calm after Richie still hadn't answered my question.

He was freaking out and a small part of me found this amusing, if he was so afraid to do this then why do it at all? he must have sensed what I was thinking because he looked up from looking at the ground and shook his head before speaking shakily, "don't think that I wanted to do this Hart--y--you're the one that wanted to get drunk an--"

"Please Richie you basically steal your dads alcohol every night, the only problem why were not drinking your dads alcohol is because we would go through all of his stash and he would kill you" I interrupted him by saying and before he could say anything else, he had let out the most girlishness scream that had ever come from man.

I stood up straight and crossed my arms over my chest, noticing why he got a fright, it was because a man maybe in his late thirties was standing behind him and he probably tapped Richie softly or whatever to which made him jump.

We both looked at the man whom had striking green eyes, a well grown beard and was around 6'4" tall. We had just thought that maybe he was going to ask for directions but what I didn't expect to hear from him was him asking about Richie.

"Are you Richie?" he had asked and Richie cleared his throat behind me before nodding and hesitantly moving forward,

"Yes I am, and who might you be?" I mentally rolled my eyes at the way he spoke to the man. Jesus Richie you had just told me you peed your bed a week before and now you're all macho macho man, give me a break.

"Easy there tiger, I'm just doing my job. Here are the fake I.D's" the man had said after chuckling a bit looking at how Richie was pushing up his chest to seem all tough and what not. I had nudged Richie's side when he hadn't said anything for a minute.

He quickly regained his composure and pulled out his wallet then pulled out eighty dollars from it. My eyes widened and when he was about to hand it over, I pushed him roughly against his chest and whisper yelled at him, "forty dollars each? are you fudging nuts! hell no, we are--"

"Here ya go fine sir, now enjoy your day!" Richie had interrupted my lecture by quickly handing the eighty dollars to the man and quickly retrieving the fake I.D's in just a matter of seconds. I watched helpless as the man walked away from this idiot and I and I had somehow lost my voice.

I looked back at Richie, watching as he held up his fake I.D in the air towards the sunlight maybe to see if it was real or not. Fudging idiot was my last thought before I ripped my I.D from his clutches then got back in my truck.

He came around my truck and got in the passengers seat, mumbling a very faint "rude" before I had started up my truck and drove to a nice cafe that I was supposed to be meeting Poppy at in five minutes.