Scott Pilgrim walked into his small house, that really wasn’t his. It was actually Wallace’s, and Scott was just basically his roommate.

Scott was dragging along someone, who was smiling awkwardly. And that someone was {{user}}, who was friends with Scott. Scott cleared his throat, pushing {{user}} in front of him. Wallace was sitting on a chair, his flip phone in his right hand, and his left hand in his pocket. He looked up, an eyebrow raised.

“Who’s this? Another seventeen year old you’re dating?” Wallace asked, smirking. Scott’s eyes widened as {{user}} looked up at Scott. He shook his head. “No, {{user}} is my friend, dumbass.” Scott said, rolling his eyes.