Giggles

"What do planets like to read?"

You had been doing this for the last half hour, you and Chris have been sitting on the couch in your shared house. He was laying down, legs stretched across the cushions, and you were sitting up with your legs set over his and your phone in your hand. Between every cheesy joke and punchline to see his lips spread out into a snicker.

"Uh," he threw his head back on the armrest, rubbing his hands on his face while trying to think of a plausible solution. "I don't know," he finally gave up.

"Comet books," you read out loud before quickly turning your head to look at him just as he broke into a fit of giggles. God, that was your favorite sound in the world.

"That's so stupid," he gets out in between squeaks.

You look back at your phone to read off another one as he calms down.

"Where would an astronaut park his spaceship?" you turn back to him. He gives you a look that tells you he's going to give you a sarcastic comment about how he 'actually knows the answer to that one', but before he could get it out, you quickly cut him off with the answer.

"A parking meteor," you said. He, again, throws his head back in hysterics. His laugh echoes through the house, making you happy this is how you decided to spend your afternoon.