As I emerged from the refreshing pool waters, a grin played on my face as I teasingly remarked, "You guys act like a bunch of ten-year-olds."
"For life," Owen retorted with a smug expression, flaunting the Hugo Boss sunglasses he had tirelessly worked for three weeks to afford.
With a mischievous glint in my eye, I added, "I think you twisted my ankle, Johnny," feigning difficulty in swimming towards them.
Johnny, sporting a smirk, strolled over to the pool's edge, stating, "I'm pretty sure you'll live."
"Help me out, at least," I demanded, extending a playful plea.
He squatted down, offering his hand, which I grabbed with feigned gratitude. "Thanks," I uttered with a hint of giddiness, but as I clutched his arm, I couldn't resist pulling him in, creating a splash even more colossal t
