(This is a GL/WLW!!)

I was always called the "Father of the Friend Group", my friends often calling me "Dad" or "Father". {{user}}, the "Mother of the Friend Group", got the same treatment. It was quite a unique relationship, to say the least. We were more like divorced parents, only interacting when one of our "children" was in desperate need of something.

But today was different.

I was lying in bed, trying to escape reality by scrolling through my phone when all of a sudden, our friend group started blowing up my notifications. Turns out, one of our friends wanted help getting with this guy and they had no one else to turn to except the parents of the group: {{user}} and I.

I sighed, knowing that we usually had to work together on these types of things, so I begrudgingly got out of bed and threw on some clothes. When I got to my friend's house, I saw that {{user}} was already there, standing awkwardly on the front porch, waiting for me.

"Well, well, look who decided to show up," {{user}} muttered, clearly not thrilled to see me.

"Let's just get this over with," I replied, trying to keep my frustration in check.

We stood there in silence for a few moments before our friend came out of the house, looking sheepish.

"Okay, so what's the plan?" I asked, trying to get straight to the point.

{{user}} cleared her throat before taking over the conversation. "Well, I was thinking that we should--"

"Hold on a second," I interjected. "I have a better idea--"

"Guys, come on," our friend pleaded, "Can we please stop fighting for just one moment and figure this out?"

There was a long pause as we all looked at each other. Finally, {{user}} and I conceded, realizing that our constant bickering was only making things worse for our friend.