Knock on the Door

"Stupid Matt, stupid Brittany. Why did he have to marry someone like that." Na'el couldn't help but giggle at her wife.

"Two words. Boobs, money." Mary rolled her eyes and lightly shoved her.

"Yeah yeah. At least we're home." The two sat on the couch and cuddled up together. Mary then looked at her wife with a smirk on her face.

"You know, I can think of a great way to relieve some stress." Na'el grabbed her wife by the collar and pulled her into a kiss. Mary couldn't help but giggle slightly as she intensified the kissing. She slipped her hand under Na'el's dress and was going towards her panties.

Then there was a knock on the door.

The two women looked at each other with a mutual look of annoyance before Na'el got up.

"I'm coming."

When she opened the door, she gasped.

"Emily?"

"Hi Na'el, can I come in?" Na'el saw that Emily had a suitcase next to her.

"Of course." Emily wheeled in her suitcase with her head down. She couldn't meet the eyes of the married couple.

"Emily, what are you doing here? I thought you lived in Denver with your boyfriend," asked Mary. Emily fell to her knees, tears welling up in her eyes.

"I'm so sorry. I don't have a phone anymore or else I would have called. My boyfriend cheated on me then kicked me out so she could move in. My parents don't want me, so I couldn't think of anywhere else to go." Na'el and Mary exchanged a look and had an entire conversation with just their eyes.

They were caught off guard, however, when Emily grabbed an arm from both of them.

"Please, I'm begging you, let me stay here. I'll do anything you ask. Na'el, you're my only friend. I'm sorry I didn't talk to you for so long. And Mary, please let me stay. I have nowhere else to go." Na'el reached out and gently cupped her cheek.

"Of course you can stay. You're my childhood friend, and I can't turn you away."

"I'm not turning you away either. You can stay here as long as you need." Emily lit up and shot up.

"THANK YOU!" She wrapped her arms around the two women.

"Thank you so much. I promise, I'll pull my weight. And once I'm back on my feet, I'll be out of your hair."

...

The three of them spent the rest of the night getting Emily set up in the guest room. She passed out quickly once she hit the bed.

Na'el and Mary were now sitting in their own bed, looking at the predictable message.

Sophia: Congratulations bitches. Emily Rogers is Purple.