Natsuki opens her eyes and face her side to check on Yuri, but instead of expecting to see the purple haired girl sleeping, her side is completely empty. She frowns, confused, and touch the floor and goes down the ladder. Soon she finds Yuri seating on a chair, her face covered on the half of the book, her head is laying on the table at her front. Both of her arms are droping to the ground and barely moving. Natsuki touchs Yuri's head gently.
"Ããã...Yuri? Wake up!" she says.
After some seconds Yuri starts moving, she then smiles a little to her.
"Oh, i'm sorry, i was reading the book and...I think I forgot to sleep on the bed..." she apologizes, rubbing her eyes.
"That's okay! Just be careful, it can be uncomfortable...So, this is the day you and Chase will go home and prepare the marriage, right?"
Yuri smiles softly, since she won't be able to see Natsuki every day she is going to miss her.
"Yeah, don't worry, we will call you and Mat when the day comes, which won't take too long, remember that church near our house?"
Natsuki nods.
"That's where we're going to marry."
"Oh, i'm really happy for you two!"
Yuri hugs her and quickly separates.
"Thanks, Natsuki~" she goes to the kitchen. Natsuki follows her.
"About what?" she also grinns.
"You know, for being so nice and all." she brushs her teeths.
"Oh, well, no need to thank! I'm always nice with people~" Natsuki proudly says, crossing her arms.
They see Mat and Chase already up on the kitchen, it also seems that they just woke up.
And it looks like they are fighing over who eats the last tiny piece of sandwich, Yuri watches the scene, imagining when she will see this again, while Natsuki joins them and gives an end to the fight, eating the sandwich herlsef, making they go all "aaaahhh!"
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A MATSUKI'S CUPCAKE
RomanceNatsuki turns out to be Matthew's friend, he brakes up with his girlfriend, Stephanie Cordato, because he is in love with the other cute girl, that happens to be Natsuki Mi, a japonese girl that loves baking cupcakes and acts pouty when things don't...