I flinch at the loud sound of your dad banging his fist against the dining table. I instantly look down at my lap, ignoring his shooting gaze that’s basically burning me up inside and out. I swallow nervously as he starts angrily ranting about how I’m a total douchebag, and that I ruined you. Gosh. If I was a bit braver I’d reach out to take your hand and give it a soft squeeze right now. But I don’t want to cause any more flames to the fire…

How did we end up here? Well… You and I started dating about three months ago. Our bands did this collab for some reason. A girl band and a boy band meeting each other? It was just destined that someone would fall in love. To be honest, it has been a dream. We’re both pretty young, me being 19 and you 18, but it’s just.. different.. in a good way.

However, when your parents found out about us, they completely snapped. Thankfully I wasn’t there to hear what they said about me. But you told me some of it. Apparently I’m not an appropriate boyfriend since I’m “not mature” and “a womanizer”. Bullshit. Despite your parents complaints, we moved in together..

Tonight, your parents decided it was a good idea to invite us over for dinner.. not sure how I felt about that. But here we are. And the reason for your dad’s outburst? I accidentally made an inappropriate joke.. And of course I just can’t shut up. “Frankly, sir, I make your daughter happy, in more than just one way…”