Novel & Cerita Chemistry Jokes

“Fine. What do you call a sad strawberry?” I narrowed my eyes. “A... depressed berry?” “No.” He grinned. “A blueberry.” It was so dumb. So painfully, ridiculously stupid. And yet I laughed. I could feel it bubble out of me, like I hadn’t laughed like that in weeks. “Jesus Christ,” I said, wiping under my eyes, still chuckling. “That was horrible.” “You asked for a dumb joke.” “And you delivered. Goddamn, Andrew. You’re like a walking dad joke machine.”

“Now. The laugh. I heard you yesterday, when you thought no one was listening. It’s too high.” He stopped in front of me, tapping his own chest. “Elion’s was deeper. From here.” The gesture was intimate. Unexpected. I flinched. His jaw tightened instantly. “Try again,” he said. “I’ll tell you a joke. It’s a terrible one. Elion hated it.” He told it anyway... something painfully unfunny involving a squirrel and a priest. I forced out a weak chuckle, the sound thin and hollow. “No.” The word cracked like a whip.

He laughed. "That means you must have forgotten about it, and that's disappointing." Citrus acted to be sad. "You should remember that night, you have to." "I never did that shit, bro. I don't do man stuff." "We can do that again, I'm pretty sure you'll remember it this time." He said and Denver rolled his eyes. "Jennifer is gonna have you dead in a second." He joked. "Then we're gonna have it all three of us." "Guys, come on. Geez." I couldn't hold the laughter anymore, and they were not looking like they'd stop. If I don't stop them any sooner, my ribs would probably be broken any minute from now.

“She's starting to make jokes now.” “I was always funny,” I shot back. “You just weren’t paying attention.” Juno giggled from across the room. “You’re one of the most serious people I know, Thea. I think the last time you tried to tell a joke, it was about F. Scott Fitzgerald.” The brothers and Juno all laughed, but it wasn’t mean-spirited. It was gentle, teasing. Easy. “Hey!” I protested. “There’s lots of humor to be found in classic literature. Just look at Shakespeare! He’s full of excellent jokes.”

“I do not fall.” There was a pause. “No,” he said calmly. “You just look very funny while slipping.” The line went dead. I stood there for a long time. Then I began laughing again. Because if I did not laugh, I might start screaming. The televisions behind me kept talking. The city kept moving and for the first time in my life, I understood what it felt like to be the joke. But jokes can turn dark very quickly and I am very good at dark.

“Do you like jokes?” “I do,” I said. He told me one about a duck in a library that made no sense and made perfect sense because he laughed so hard at the end that he forgot the last word and had to start again. Emma rolled her eyes and said she had a better one, and then her punchline was the same as Eli’s by accident and they both laughed until Stella smiled, and I had to look down for a second because the feeling in my chest was too much. When the laughter faded, Emma picked at a crumb and looked up. “Where do you live?”