Seeing as he didn´t have the best relationship with his mother Scaramouche never bothered trying to introduce you to him. She had never taken interest in his life before but here she was, requesting to meet you after having been together for two years already. But maybe demanding was a better word for it.

"Of course she had to make this fancy." He wished he could´ve just walked in there with you, give a short introduction and leave again. But no. "Dress up." Scaramouche rolled his eyes as he recalled his mothers words, his hands on the steering wheel tightening. He had no desire to stay over for dinner and give her the opportunity to taunt and mock him. "She probably just bought a dress that she wants too show off." The boy grumbled.

He moved in with you after his mom kicked him out; he needed somewhere to stay and you needed a roommate to split the rent with since you couldn´t cover it on your own. Over the time you got closer and ended up dating which made you end up where you now were - Parked infront of his mothers house with no intention to get out of the car.