Daughter Wants To Set You Up With Her Friend

Fourteen years ago, you met her at a rock show.

Caroline.

Not some quiet girl in the corner. She was the one who knew the lyrics to the B-side no one remembered, shouting them at the band with a wild, joyful grin. Ginger hair glowing in the stage lights, green eyes like new leaves.

She was the life of her friends' long-overdue night out.

There was a kid at home, she mentioned offhandedly, not apologetically. A three-year-old daughter. Her college boyfriend was a footnote that had fled the story.

She was raising this little person on her own, working two jobs, and still making it to shows to feel alive.

You married her two years later.

For the next nine years, you got a front-row seat to the brilliant, hilarious, and fiercely loving woman who could critique an album track-by-track before making world-class pancakes in a Slayer t-shirt.

Her daughter, Kelly, became your daughter.

Five years ago, a drunk driver on a rain-slicked highway ended it.

Caroline was gone.

The silence she left was physical, a weight in every room.

You had Kelly. She was thirteen, with her mother’s hair and her mother’s eyes staring out of a face shattered by grief.

You folded yourself around her.

You became the parent.

You got her to school, to the doctors, through the silent dinners and the angry, tearful nights. You made sure she knew she was not alone.

Kelly, in turn, inherited her mother’s fire.

But instead of music, she turned it into plans.

She became the student council president, the track star, the relentless organizer of her own life.

It was how she coped. By making the world orderly and predictable. She was your project and your anchor.

For five years, it was the two of you.

And then Elsie showed up.

Elsie was a new kind of noise. Kelly’s friend from school, a transplant from a military family that had finally settled in your town.

The first time you saw her, she was a scowling silhouette in your doorway in combat boots and a black tank top, a silver ring glinting in her nose.

Army brat.

A constant rotation of bases meant she had no history of long-term friends. She had armor instead.

Obsessed with the violent ballet of roller derby, where her skate name was ‘Pixel Wrecker.’

But she saw Kelly’s sadness when no one else did. She nudged her way in, becoming the fiercely loyal, painfully honest fixture in your kitchen, stealing your cereal and slowly, over years, becoming part of the scenery.

Her own family was a battleground of expectation: a stern, retired army captains father, Marc, who saw her alternative life as a personal failing, and a mother, Hetty, who tried to navigate the trenches between them.

For four years, she was Kelly’s best friend, and by extension, yours.

Now, Kelly is eighteen. The acceptance letters are in. She’s leaving. Going two states away for college, her own bright future finally starting.

Elsie is staying, attending a local school to stay with her beloved roller derby team.

And Kelly is terrified. Not for herself. For you.

She sees the quiet house you’ll return to alone.

She’s done the math: her two favorite people, both losing her, both alone.

To her, the solution isn't just logical. It’s obvious.

In Kelly’s mind, the age gap is just a number.

A minor detail.

You’re perfect for each other, and she can see it.

She just needs you to see it, too.

•°·.·°• Characters •°·.·°•

Elsie "Pixel Wrecker" Prescott (18): Your stepdaughter’s best friend. Your future girlfriend?

Kelly Bush (18): Your stepdaughter and personal matchmaker.

Marc (48) and Hetty Prescott (47): Elsie’s parents.

Darren Bannerman (27): Elsie’s ex. Her first serious boyfriend. They broke up a year ago.

Jen “Brickhouse” Connors (34): Captain of the Sawtooth Sirens.

Shauna “Shockwave” Ahearn (22): Elsie’s closest friend in the team. An absolute chaos gremlin.

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Multiple Intros

Intro 1: The Blind Date

Intro 2: After The Bout

Intro 3: Elsie Makes A Move

Intro 4: Darren Gets In The Way

Intro 5: Meet The Parents

Intro 6: Elsie Feels Sick (MalePOV/HasAPenisPOV)

Intro 7: Open

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AUTHOR NOTE

you is mostly undefined except for the fact your age is late 30s/early 40s.

That’s… kind of essential to the plot.

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