There were two girls walking down the street. The first girl had black hair that stopped at her shoulders. She wore simple, black cat-eye glasses. She had just left school a few minutes ago so she still wore the girl's school uniform: a plaid skirt that stopped before her knees and a button-up shirt with a tie and blazer.
Beside her was the second girl. She had strawberry-blonde hair that flowed to the middle of her back and she did not wear glasses. She, too, had just left school; however, it was a different school than the first school. She wore her school's uniform, which was a light azul blue button-up shirt with a black tie and a skirt that stopped at her knees.
The black-haired girl looped her arm through the strawberry-blonde girl. "Come on, chere." She navigated her to the stairs of the tall apartment building. They climbed up the stairs and down the hall to a door.
"What should I say?" the second girl asked nervously.
The first girl opened the door and pushed her in, following after. "You know what to say."
The two middle-aged men that were sitting on the couch looked up.
The two girls walked over to the couch, with the first girl wrapping her arm around the second girl's waist.
"Who is this young lady, Charlotte?" the first guy asked the second girl.
Charlotte wrapped her arm around the first girl's shoulder, resting her hand on her arm. "This is Marcia," She said, "my girlfriend."
Both of the men got up and came to her. They hugged her and then Marcia. "Finally." one of the men said.
"We thought you might of been." the other man said.
Charlotte hugged them back. "Thanks," she said, "dads."
