K.I.S.S (Futanari) •

I'm Not Her

Two Months Later

Poppy's P.O.V

Everything was going smoothly, smooth sailing as she would always say. My modeling had surprisingly took off very quickly, mother and father were running around like parent hens, trying to book me into this fashion show, meetings, commercials, anything they could get their hands on.

We had just finished a fitting meeting, that's what mother calls it and I was in our limo waiting for the two. We were now in London, beautiful place, Hartley would have loved to come I had thought as I looked up from my phone and out the window. It was raining, raining. She also loves the rain, god does she love the rain.

When I had first left, I had kept my word in saying that I was going to be returning two weeks after. I mostly spent those two weeks with her. We didn't do anything though, sadly. It was as if she had put up a wall, a wall that practically told me that in order for me to fully break it down I would have to quit my job and stay in that small town with her.

I wanted to address her drunk visit to my home that one night, so many times I nearly brought it up but something was stopping me. I wanted her to say that she loved me, I wanted her to say it again, just that she loves me. Times had gone by, it felt like it was just yesterday when Ma had passed away but it was nearly a year.

One good thing that had come out of my visit was that I had found out that shes been going to towns all over and racing, she just wants to be a racer and doesn't care what vehicle she has to race in. I love that about her, the risk and adrenaline that she loves.

God she loves excitement, a memory comes to mind and I blush deeply but let out a smirk. I couldn't think more further into it because my phone had vibrated letting me know that I had received a message, it was from Richie and I mentally rolled my eyes.

Hey--you're rich now so I was wondering how bout you book Hartley and I's tickets to your next runway show?

I shook my head out of disbelief and annoyance for this idiot. I wanted to write back in all caps to stop texting me and to tell his bestfriend to text me instead but I refrained, keeping Richie in my good books was good for me because well Hartley was there with him and I wasn't.

I was always rich idiot, just not now and are you sure Hartley would even come? guys staring at what's hers? even girls too

I wrote back and I smirked thinking back to when I had visited and we all went out for food and drinks. Hartley had gotten pretty drunk despite her wall and when taking her home and putting her to bed, she had pulled me into her arms and whispered in my ear "do they gaze at you the way I do?" she drunkenly asks me and I shake my head before whispering a soft "never". Next morning hadn't remembered anything of it which made me forget about it myself.

That damn wall, why did she even have to put it up anyways? was it to distance herself from me? Uh newsflash cowgirl that hasn't worked in the past and will not now.

Okay you got a point and whoa? you're still saying that you're hers? well okay but she hardly talks now so I don't know how to broach the subject and just fwi I was just kidding about the you being hers thing, I know you two will die for each other.

That was Richies response and I felt two emotions, amusement and sadness. Amusement because of how Richie and I could joke around like that but also sadness that she hardly talks and hardly talks to Richie. That's BIG.

I didn't know what to do. I know she'll never admit it until I give her a few drinks or until we get back together but she misses me. I could sense it in a way and I missed her too. Just as I was about to respond to her, my parents had welcomed themselves into the limo and had told the driver the name of our hotel.