For this little drabble, I felt like doing something silly. That's why I chose the word "juvenile" in the first place. I hope you like it!
“Why do you have to act like such a juvenile all the time?” Carrie demanded, her voice rising an octave between the start and finish of her raucous protest.
Chris calmly stood his ground, hands shoved in his pockets, as he studied the results of his brilliant prank. Teenage girls covered in pinks, reds, blues, and greens surrounded him, all wearing identical looks of fury.
“Hey, you couldn’t decide whether you wanted to make tie-dye shirts or have a water balloon fight. Thanks to me, you got both.”
Carrie held up a balloon filled with pink dye. “Your turn.”