K.I.S.S (Futanari) •

Having Reasurrance

Hartley's P.O.V

"Seriously though Hart I think you should give these a listen, it might work for you" Richie was still trying to sell me on his "getting better mix-tapes". I shook my head as I kept looked at the mixtapes disks that he had created.

I shook my head a second time thinking how am I going to play this? why couldn't he have just made it on his iPhone and airdrop it to me? and he must have seen my facial expression because he sighed heavily and blopped himself next to me.

"When you try to bring something back from the past, it just doesn't work for me. But when beautiful women and men bring back bell bottoms, I don't see you criticizing their work" he grumbles as he crosses his arms around his chest. I close my eyes and lay back against my couch, stretching out while doing so.

Their was a comfortable silence for a while and I wish it could have gone longer but Richie has spoken up again, "So how are you?" he asks me and softly bumps his shoulder against mine. I open my eyes and slightly turn to look at him.

"You've asked me that a hundred times since you've knocked on my front door" I tell him and he shrugs as seems to wait for my answer. I shrug and lightly sit up.

"I'm fine Richie" I tell him or more so lie to him and he immediately catches me, "you're such a fucking liar, come on, let's go. Were going to the tracks and I know you haven't been their for a long time" he ends up deciding for the both of us as he takes his keys and wallet.

I decided not to argue with him so I put on a sweatshirt and grab my phone and keys, I look down at my phone and shake my head. It's not like I need to carry my phone with me anymore. Richie and I made it to the race tracks around the same time, and we both got out as we parked our vehicles next to each other on the tracks.

I leaned against my truck as I close my eyes and rub my forehead. I missed her. I literally couldn't do anything without thinking or being reminded of her. I just, I don't know how I got this attached but deep down I knew how. We hadn't talked since she came over that night, I figured that would be it, the next time I'd see her would be on magazines and what not. I--

"Hey man" Richie softly says beside me and I eye him wonderingly. He looks ahead of us and I do the same, the enormous door that could fit around three vehicles had shown the beautiful sunset.

"I haven't spoken to Issac since--since I basically slammed the door in his face when he kissed me" he spoke up again and I looked towards him, noticing that he's decided to grow out his beard. "I'm sorry about that Richie" I tell him and he shakes his head before going into his back pocket and pulling out a packet of cigarettes.

I make a noise of disapproval before snatching the cigarettes out of his palm and ignoring his frustrated "hey!".

"What the fuck is this for?" I ask him steadily, crushing the packet of cigarettes and he stood in front of me, his leg ticking.

"To smoke?" he answered in a smart ass comment and I could feel the rage build up within me, the rage that was always there or the rage that had settled itself within me when she had left. "I've lost Ma, and now I've lost Poppy, I ain't about to lose you Richie" I told him and then I threw the cigarette pack onto the ground and stomped on it.

I mean maybe he was smoking just whenever he was nervous but that still wasn't okay. It literally says that cigarettes can kill you right on the fudging pack. I ignored his whining and when I felt like the cigarettes could no longer be recovered, I stopped stomping on it and walked towards my truck.

"Let's race" were my last words as I got into my truck and started it up again. Racing calmed me, and it certainly had calmed me down. But even with Racing, racing couldn't help me forget about her or maybe stop thinking about her.