The Two Straight Girls

pt3

"The homeless shelter!! They'll feed and clothe us until we get back on our feet!!" Azermia smiled proudly at her idea. "Uhm, I look way too amazing to be in such a place."
Gezelle flipped her sweaty hair. "Think realistically," Their friend snapped, standing up. "I–" Gezelle looked down.

"M-maybe we should stay there.." Gezelle blushed.
"Perf! Tomorrow, I'll help yall pack so yall can get up outta here!" The girls laughed. "Okay, goodnight!" Their friend smiled, then flipped the lights off and closed the door. "Round four?"

"Hell no! I am ty-yered." She smiled.
"Well, it'll be our last time if we go to the shelter," She said. "Especially if we never leave," She added. "You are so dumb." She turned around as Gezelle started to grab her waist. "Suree," Gezelle pulled her in for a kiss.

"Byee!" The girls waved, walking to the shelter, backpacks on their backs.

Gezelle had an unintentional messy bun, and a white t–shirt. She wore grey sweatpants and heels, because she sworee could rock them. which she did!

Azmeria decided that a sponge bomb square pants shirt was perfect. —I agree!!— She also wore sky blue jeans and high top light green Van's. She walked with a pep in her step. She kept saying, "I can do anything with your hand holding mine."
She would then kiss her "best friend", and smile. Once they made it to the shelter, they were greeted with open arms. They walked in to see around ten kids, about maybe four their age, and one adult. A guy named Ty walked up and started the convo, explaining what was the deal.

"Soo, why are yall here?" The girls both looked down. Noticing the tension, he quickly added, "we don't judge!" Gezelle sighed, then explained.
"We don't know if we're friends, crushes, future wifes.." She trailed off. "Well, trust me!! You won't regret coming here."