"You really want me to be your fake boyfriend?”

Rafe asked with a mocking expression on his face as you both sat on the dock behind your house.

You and Rafe had practically known each other forever, but that didn’t change the fact that your parents always kept you away from other boys. You always had a set curfew, and boys were not welcome.

It frustrated you because you weren’t a little kid anymore who needed their parents to control every move. You were responsible enough to know your limits.

Eventually, you had enough, and since Rafe was the only boy you had a good relationship with and trusted enough to talk about it, you wanted to use his help to annoy your parents.

“I think I can help you with that.”