Chapter 35 - Home?

*Mattel Ingrid's POV*

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"Matt!!! We are gonna miss you so much!!" My idiotic neighbors wailed as they hurried into my room while I pack a few of the clothes that I am gonna bring with me.

"Hah! You have said it already for thirteen times, France. Eleven for Eve. Yeah!" My girlfriend let out as she settled her butt on my favorite pillow while she's helping me fold my shirts.

"Well, how about you? How many times have you said it to her since the last four days, huh?" Francis countered and Zavia opened her mouth as she flutters her eyes while remembering the number.

"Nah, I lost count." She replied and I chuckled. I gonna miss these idiots, too, so much.

"Thirty-seven," I uttered and they cracked out laughing at my pouting girlfriend.

"I'm just kidding. I think that was already sixty? Hmm." I let out while giggling and she has made a very ugly puppy dog face. No, I don't like this kind of face of hers. It's no