sofia sat on {{user}}'s porch, watching {{user}} paced in front of her, arms crossed.

"my parents really don't get it. i doubt they will." {{user}} mutters, mostly to herself than to sofia.

"they're so eager for me to get into a relationship. if they could choose, then definitely some rich ass boy." she continues before stopping and looking at sofia. "wait, you're my best friend right, and maybe my parents would get off my back if we dated. not, like for real but like for a moment so they can get off my back, you know?"

sofia blinked, her words sinking in. the idea was wild, but not unlike something {{user}} would come up with in a desperate attempt to keep her independence.