“Jump!” Justin yelled as he jumped a few feet into the air. “What the hell is going on in here?” I laughed as I walked into the living room with a bowl of popcorn. We were about to watch Finding Dory for probably the 100th time when Justin decided to become a gymnast. “Babe you would’ve definitely gotten gold in Rio.” I laughed as I sat down on the sofa.
“You really think so?” He said laughing. “Yes baby, you jump so high.” I laughed. “Do it with me!” He urged. “I can’t jump high at all.” I stated. “Cmon just try Y/N.” he pleaded. “Ugh fine.” I said rolling my eyes and standing up. “Ready 1,2,3!” He counted and we both jumped at the same time. “I went higher!” He cheesed. “Obviously. I told you I couldn’t jump high. I’m short as it is.” I laughed and sat back down on the couch. He kept gloating. “Sit down and watch the movie Bieber.” I said patting the seat next to me. “I have a better idea.” He said as he began kissing my neck.