Dad, he didn't do anything wrong!" you scream.
"Yeah, sir. I didn't mean anything else by when I told (Y/N) she looked beautiful," Austin says.
"Sure you did! I was your age once; I know how you think," he scoffs.
"Well, he didn't say anything else so it doesn't matter," you say grabbing Austin's hand.
"Of course it does, because I certainly don't approve of this 'pop star,'" your dad replies.
"No it doesn't and I don't care what you approve because I love him!" you yell, as you walk out the front door trailing Austin behind you.
"See what you've done now," your mom shoots a glare at your dad.
