“Could you be any more immature?” you laugh as your boyfriend plays with the bubbles.

He shoots you a look. “Yes, yes i could. You have no idea what I’m capable of.” He grins.

You laugh.

“Come on, you’re having fun. Tell me you’re having fun.”

“I’m having the time of my life.” You roll your eyes.

“You’re having fun. Say it with me. Ha-ving fun.”

You went into the bathroom to take a shower, but somehow had winded up in the bathtub with your completely immature boyfriend.

“Ha-ving fun.” You sigh, giving up.

“I know you would.” He grins as he leans over to kiss you.

You splash him, annoyed.

“That is not cool.” he says. “You see, I’m a nice person so I’m not going to splash you. It’s what nice people do.”

“I thought I was the nicest person in the world.”

“I just said I was a nice person. Not the nicest person in the world.”

“You might as well be.” You grin as you lean over to peck him on the cheek.