K.I.S.S (Futanari) •

Hey Stranger

Poppy's P.O.V

The man still annoyed me to no ends after so many months without seeing him, right across from me, sitting with his legs apart and his full body slouched back on the chair was Hartley's best friend Richie. I was in New York and apparently he was to due to a family visit,

"So how have you be--"

"You've killed her Poppy" he says sadly sighing into nothingness, I raise my eyebrows as I look at him, "I've killed her? How about she's killing me, going on dates with slutty wom--"

"Okay now that's different, and how did you even know about that?" he asks me shocked that I found that out and I rolled my eyes and pushed the sadness that was trying to crawl its way up deep down my stomach. I had to tell him the truth, I knew he was probably going to tell Hartley anyways and for some reason I wanted Hartley to know so I took a deep breath and opened my mouth to speak,

"I may have hired a secret bo--"

"Oh you sneaky bitch!" he interrupts me by yelling and I shake my head while checking my nails.

"So Hartley's dick is that good that you had to hire a secret body guard to keep watch on her" he says amused and I shake my head at him again while feeling the annoyance come to surface.

"Is this all you want to talk about Richie? Because as you can see I am very busy so if you could excuse yourself" I told him while standing up to my full height and straightening out my skin tight dress. He sighs and also stands up to his full height, he then puts a heavy hand on my shoulder to which I grunt when it lands on me,

"I guess it is time to go. Farewell my good lady, I will be sure to recite this visit to my good friend Miss Big Dick" he says very formally and once again I had to shake my head at him as I watched him leave out of my hotel room.

"The things I do for that girl" I whisper out loud to myself, that means being "friendly" to her best friend the best way I can. Thinking of Hartley I begin to make myself upset, upset that I hadn't contacted her for so long, I wanted to wait, thought that it would make it more easier.

If I waited until we were face to face so then everything could just come out at once. I don't really know if that's a good idea but texting or face timing her and not actually being beside her was so hard, I hated it.

And I still don't even know what we were for fucks sake. Deep down I knew, I knew maybe she hadn't forgiven me for what I had done--for being so fucking stupid and inconsiderate. I wish--I wish I could turn things around. However, for that to happen, I'd have to go back, go back home to her.

Hartley's P.O.V - Two weeks later

I could hear my phone ringing in the distance, it would stop then it'll ring again after a few minutes. I knew just who it was. My best friend, Richie. He's been calling everyday and visiting everyday, that man is as attached to me as I am to him.

I don't know what I would do without him. But what I know is that, he has to stop calling me at six thirty in the morning. I sighed and rubbed my tired sleepy eyes while slowly sitting up in my bed. I peeked towards the sliver of light shining through a slit in my curtains. I lazily swung my legs over my bed and onto the wooden floor hearing a slight creak,

"Might have to fix that" I mumbled under my breath while yawning. I stood up, put on a pair of old basketball shorts and a plain black t shirt. After stepping through the kitchen and making myself a cup of coffee, I then decided on picking up my phone and answer it,

"Yes?" I ask him and I hear him sigh, dramatic I thought,

"Finally you pick up, what is it? it's seven O'clock in the morning Hartley, y--"