Alright, so, here's my first fanfic. I thought I'd put this up and see how it all goes before I added anything. There was more but the comp. totally froze up and took everything I had with it -.-' Anywho, tell me what you think. And for disclaimer stuff: I don't own Sailor Moon or any of the characters in anyway. Which you all know but everyone writes just in case.

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Makoto pushed her chair back from the bright computer screen and stretched her stiff body. She wasn't one to finish a school paper with a few days to spare, but she knew Ami would likely have her rewrite the entire thing. Makoto sweat dropped. 'I never was any good with English,' she thought. Yawning, she turned off the computer and slipped into her welcoming bed. Makoto snuggled into her pillow and smiled thinking of Ami's possible reaction. 'She'll be surprised. It's not like any of us to finish something early,' she contemplated, and then softly chuckled at the thought of how frustrated Ami was going to be after she found all the grammar and spelling errors. With Ami still in mind, Makoto drifted off to sleep.

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Makoto woke with the sun in her face and a warm breeze tickling her bare skin. She had left the window open last night in order to keep her apartment cool since her air conditioner went out. Again. It really was at the end of its little life, but she hadn't had the time to go out and buy a new one. Still drugged with sleep, Makoto rolled onto her side, blocking the sun with her back and was about to fall back asleep when a loud knock pulled her away from any promise of more sleep. Groaning, Makoto left her warm bed and pulled on sweats and a t-shirt. Before opening the door, she quickly pulled her long brown hair into a simple pony tail.

"Hey Ames. What's up?" Makoto asked while gesturing for Ami to come in.

"Hello Mako-chan." Ami smiled at the taller girl. "Are you feeling alright?"

"I'm fine. Why? What's up?" Makoto looked at the blue haired girl curiously, closing the door behind her.

"Oh, so you're not sick?"

Makoto slowly shook her head, confusion and sleep running through her mind.

Ami sighed. "You're just as bad as Usagi, but I'm sure I lost Rei and Minako to the arcade as well."

"Ami, what are you talking about?" Makoto stared at the shorter girl in front of her in total confusion. Nothing Ami was saying made any sense and anytime anyone was compared to Usagi, it was never a good thing.

"You and Usagi never showed upat our study group. Rei and Minako figured Usagi was at The Crown and went to go get her, so I thought I'd see if everything was alright with you," Ami explained.

"You know you're never going to see those three again?" chuckled Makoto.

Ami sighed and nodded in defeat then looked at the taller girl curiously. "So what's your excuse?"

"I must've over slept," Makoto grinned, scratching the back of her head nervously, "But I did finish that English paper."

Ami's eyes lit up. "Really?"

Laughing softly, Makoto led Ami through the small apartment to her bedroom. Makoto's bedroom was the only bare room in her apartment. An old twin bed was pushed into the corner left of the door, under an open window. White unmade sheets lay soaking in the sun. Across from the bed a wooden desk sat with a computer on top of it. Ami sat in front of the new computer. Leaving Ami to her work, Makoto tossed herself onto her bed face first. Her sheets and pillow were warm from the sun's touch. The warmth against her body felt good and she let out a sigh of content. Turning her head she looked over at Ami and couldn't help but smile. It was no wonder why Ami wore glasses. The smaller girl sat close to the computer, her head resting in her hands with her back slightly hunched making it easy to see the sudden stiffness.

"Hey Ames, you alright?"

Ami willed the rising blush to go away. 'It's just the heat,' she reasoned, 'It has to be the heat. Why isn't the air conditioner on? Doesn't Makoto have an air conditioner?'

"Ames?"

Ami suddenly noticed where Makoto was. Sometime during her ranting of the air conditioner Makoto had gotten up from her bed and leaned against the back of her chair, her face so close her breath tickled Ami's ear.

"Did I write something wrong?"

"No, well, yes," stuttered Ami.

Makoto turned to look at Ami and raised an eyebrow, but Ami was content with looking at the computer screen.

"You didn't write anything wrong, you're wording just seems to be a little incorrect," explained Ami.

"What do you mean?"

"Well, what I think you meant to say here," Ami explained, delicately pointing at a sentence on the screen, "Is, "Ami and I are really close and we often do things with each other," but what it says is, "Ami and I are real close and we often do things to each other."''

Makoto laughed. "Maybe I'm spending too much time with Haruka and Michiru."

Ami's eyes widened and her blush crept back up her neck and spread across her face.