“I heard that!” Ashley snapped from behind the door. Opening said door, she strutted out and did a twirl. “BAM! Next top model, right here!” She licked her finger and touched her butt, making a sizzling sound.

“Next top fruitcake is more I like it,” Spencer said with a smirk.

“Oh, screw you,” the brunette sneered.

“Maybe later,” the blonde suggested with a wink.

“Okaaaaay. I’mmmm gonna go look at the, uh…yeah,” Kyla said before walking to the other side of the store.

“Ugh, do these jeans make my ass look big?” Ashley asked while scrunching up her nose. She was looking at herself in the mirror.

“Your ass is fabulous,” Spencer assured as she walked behind the other girl and slid a hand into the back pocket of Ashley’s jeans. “I’m totally jealous,” she added as a whisper in her ear.

The brunette let out a sharp breath, “Oh, yeah?”

“Definitely.” Spencer smirked, “I don’t know if the top’s good, though. Makes your breasts seem smaller than they already are.”

“My boobs are not small!” Ashley protested as she pushed the other girl off and spun to face her with crossed arms. “Besides, I’ve yet to hear you complain.”

The blonde shrugged, “Who’s complaining? I’m just stating.”

Ashley shook her head, “Spencer Carlin, for a nice girl you sure are mean, sometimes.”

“Get let all those mean girls have all the fun.” She motioned to the dressing room with her head, “Now go try on the shirt I gave you.”

“Fine,” the brunette sighed, “but I may need a little help.” She grabbed the other girl’s wrist and tugged her into the dressing room with her as Spencer squealed out of surprise.

When the door was shut and locked, the blonde looked at the other girl with a slightly amused expression, “What’s on your mind, Davies?”

“I just remembered that I haven’t got to kiss you all day, is all,” Ashley whispered while running a hand across the taller girl’s cheek before tangling it in golden locks.

“Ash, I don’t think this is such a good—”

The brunette’s lips pressing lightly into her own silenced her. Spencer sighed contently as she tilted her head to the side to deepen the kiss.

At that point, Kyla has made her way back over to the dressing rooms, trying to find the other girls.

“Spence? Ash?” she called out while turning her head from left to right to find them. She heard a shuffling inside one of the dressing rooms, and she remembered that it was the one the other brunette had used, so she walked closer to it and knocked lightly. “Ashley?”

A whimper came from the other side of the door, and Kyla quickly switched her gaze to look under the door. Seeing two pairs of feet, she pounded a fist on the door. “Guys! Not in the freaking dressing room! We’re in public! Show some decency!” When she heard no movement of either of the girls preparing to come out, she yelled again, “Get out here!”

“Coming,” she heard one of them-presumably Spencer-mumble.

“Ew!” Kyla squealed. “Gross, man…”

Right then the door opened and out stepped the blonde with an annoyed expression plastered to her face. “So not what I meant, sicko.”

Ashley followed out close behind and looked at the other brunette, “Y’know, it’s rude to interrupt,” she stated with a cheeky smile.

“Ugh, finish when you get home, then,” Kyla stuck out her tongue.

“Noted.” Ashley looked down at herself, “Damn I forgot to try on the other shirt…” she laughed.

Spencer rolled her eyes, “Just buy it; we all know it’ll fit.”

“Well, I still have to take off this shirt and the jeans. They still belong to the store,” the brunette reminded them.

“Need some help with that?” Spencer smirked.

“Uck!” Kyla’s mouth dropped. “I’m just gonna leave you guys to that. When you’re done, I’ll be at Starbucks.”

“NO!” Spencer and Ashley yelled simultaneously.