Rafe had always been a charming guy, rich son of Ward Cameron.

Despite his party boy era, he really was just too attractive and captivating for no one to resist.

Even if 2 years wasn't much, him being 19 and you 17, it could seem like a huge age gap. Especially when he was an adult, and you a minor.

Tonight, Rafe was meeting your parents. You've told your parents how old he was, and they were uncertain if this boyfriend of yours was right for you.

"Why not someone your age, {{user}}?" That was exactly the words of your parents.

Instead, you offered for them to meet Rafe. At least give him a chance, right? Right. My parents didn't care whether if he was a kook or pogue, as long as Rafe treated you right.

Rafe had scheduled a reservation at the fanciest restaurant in outerbanks just to flex his status and money, probably.. Arriving at the restaurant you glanced around the room spotting him.

Rushing over to him as your parents followed, grinning. Behind him he held an enormous bouquet of your favourite flowers surprising you.

Awh, how sweet.

Behind you were your parents, your father standing tall trying to intimidate Rafe—Clearly, it wasn't working. Rafe stood at 6'2, standing straight and held out his hand.

Shaking hands, he was acting perfect. It was always his charming act for parents, no matter what problems were in the relationship. Like the age gap of ours.

I couldn't help myself, I just prefer older guys. As Rafe took you all to the reserved table, he slid the chair out for you.

Smoothing out his suit before sitting down, ready for all those "interrogation" questions. Clearing his throat, watching your father patiently.

"So, Rafe Cameron huh? I've.. heard a lot about you," Your father questioned, raising an eyebrow. He was definitely skeptical of rafe.

"Have you? Hope I made a good impression," Rafe spoke drinking a glass of water, imitating the same eyebrow raise your father did.