Awkward Photos

Establishing Contacts

WHAT WAS THIS GIRL'S PROBLEM?! MONIKA IS SO WRONG.

"I DO NOT LIKE YURI!! I AM..-" Natsuki stopped herself. WAS she straight? Now that she thinks of it, she has found most men repulsive, and ugly as shit.

"You are what?, Nats?" Monika said with a smirk and a raised eyebrow.

Natsuki had to think about this.

"N-Nevermind." She muttered, looking at the floor with a neutral expression. She sat down next to her beautiful rival, Yuri. They had some time to spare, so she pulled out a piece of paper, and started to edit her poem she wrote in the closet in s hurry. She glanced at Yuri, reading her Portrait of whatever, inside her own world. Agh. She was so luring when she did that.. So pretty. FUCKFUCKFUCK! STOP THINKING AND KEEP READING. Natsuki rebelled behind her book as she blushed, bit of pink covering the tip of her ear.

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Oh. Huh? I guess I read a little too much, hah. Yuri thought, finally leaving the boom realm. She glanced over the Portrait Of Markov, acknowledging her surroundings, and there she was. The pink enlightenment of Yuri's heart. But to her surprise, There was a bit of blush covering Natsuki's ears. Was she reading something explicit? something 18+?! Perhaps..

"AALRIGHT, everyone! Let's start exchanging poems."

"Natsuki?"

"Sure."

Natsuki's poem:

The Galaxy

Purple flowing, tall and proud.
Purple floating, all around.
Right up inside the air,
purple floating here and there.
The purple was a beautiful sight.
Its endless stars shined so bright.
The purple goddess that lay in the galaxy,
made me happy, and blushy, and snappy.

That was crossed out. Yuri was only ablut to read "Happy Snappy", which was a bit confusing.

"It's not good. I wrote it in the closet because i forgot last night." Natsuki looks away, a light blush appearing on her face

cute..

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Hopefully HOPEFULLY she doesn't figure out its about her. I would rEALLY DREAD THE FACT SHE THINKS I LIKE HER! CUZ I DONT! I DO NOT!!!

"So?" Natsuki wrapped her arms below her boobs with a snappy expression.

"It is.. Interesting.—" She took a long pause.
Anger flowed to my head WAS IT REALLY THAT BAD?

HEY-

"NOTASINITWASBADANDIMTRYINGTOSAYITISGOOD! IM JUST SAYING.. that it is different from other things you write.." She hides behind her pretty purple hair.

I feel myself blushing.

"I- Th- Thanks?" I respond.

"And what ab-bout mine?" Yuri asks, shyly, while playing with her hair.

Yuri's Poem

Pink Flowers, blossom in my face. It's a beautiful sight.
I want to hug, and kiss, and everything more with those beautiful flowers,

But those flowers are prickly, and have an invisible
Barrier around them. The luscious scent, the soft petals, and much more.

God, the flower was pretty.

"What.The.Fuck" Natsuki stammered.