Chris Sturniolo Funny Novels & Stories

Which is about the only thing we agree on. If Chris notices this dynamic, he doesn’t show it. Instead, he joins in as the leap from topic to topic which includes the latest page three model, women in gyms, dating and top gear. For almost two hours I persevere, struggling to detect a single witty remark among this poor excuse for schoolboy humour. Yet the last thing I want is to be dismissed as having no sense of humour. I redundantly stand with a smile on my face. You’d think this would be easy, but it’s not. Unlike Chris, who has tears rolling down his face, I find his friends about as hilarious as having a root canal done without any pain relief. “Jesus, they’re so funny,” laughs Chris. He

Now, all eight of us were sitting in a corner booth, drinking beers, eating cheeseburgers and gossiping about work. "How come you can afford a membership on an assistant's salary? Your parents must be loaded," he asked with curiosity, and I just shrugged sheepishly. "Don't tell me you guys don't know?" Sunshine interfered. "Our friend Stav here is Christopher Trajano's son." "Wait. The Christopher Trajano?" Gio asked. "The one and only," I replied in an unenthusiastic manner. I hated talking about my family because whenever I told everyone, people got reserved and started considering me a spoiled brat.

Chris also had to run after him; he even kept teasing: "Bernie, tell the truth! Does Dylan know this personality of yours?" While asking, Chris laughed while holding his stomach. He looks like an idiot right now! This is precisely why I don't like him at all!

It started as a giggle, then tur‍ne‌d i​nt‌o a hyst​eric‌al, sh‌ak‌ing laugh. "W‍hat is funny?" I‍ de⁠manded, sitt‍ing up. "We are covered in shit."‌ "You‍," she pointed at me. "T​he great Lo‌renzo Moret⁠ti. The m‌an who‍ irons his s​ocks⁠.‍ Look at you‍." I looked at my h⁠ands. The​y were b​la⁠ck with grime.

“It’ll knock your socks off—or maybe just your taste buds.” Skyler couldn’t help but roll his eyes at his brother’s bravado. Lucas had always enjoyed the spotlight, and today was no exception. Just then, an impish grin crossed Lucas’s face as he turned toward Chris. “So, Chris,” he said, leaning in slightly, “if you ever find yourself needing a personal chef, I’m your guy. I make a mean grilled cheese, too, you know.” Chris raised an eyebrow, a bemused smile playing on his lips. “Grilled cheese, huh?”

I replied and he stared at me. I stared right back and it somehow turned into a staring contest. Chris was the first to crack as he burst into laughter and I blinked as well. "It suddenly got funny to me," he commented as he laughed. I laughed a bit as well before taking my eyes off him. Chris kept on laughing after that, making me burst into laughter as well. I hit his right shoulder with my left one. "Stop laughing, you are making me laugh as well," I told him through fits of laughter.

she joked, causing Chris to begin to shake his head and wave his right hand on protestation. “Oh no. No, that isn't what i meant. You -” Starr chuckled. “I know. I was only pulling your leg.” Chris chuckled, before they slipped into some seconds of silence. But, Starr broke it off as she said, “It is you that is surprising today. I never for once thought you could pull off a suit.” She chuckled as she gestured towards his suit, while his eyes widened. “Hey, I do wear suits to awards,” he protested.

“You’re such a goofball!” Valerie shot back, “Ugly pants!”. “Oh l will show you ugly”, he said playfully. Not minding that he was a thirty-three year old man, a boss, a billionaire, he care freely chased her around the office and accidentally she slipped to the floor. “Ouch!”, she cried. Chris cackled. “You find this funny, Mr McNofriends?”, she said playfully. Chris took her up and sat her on top of his desk. He got close to her, looking straight into her eyes. She looked away deliberately, avoiding his eyes.

They weren’t trying to knock him for having a family to take care of. "Well there's nothing going on," Justin responded to the first question, getting the topic off Sandino, as it seemed it would lead to an argument of some sort. "We just enjoy each other's company." Chris laughed as he lifted the hood of his black sweater up over his head. There was a slight breeze and seemed to be making the tips of his ears cold. No one understood his laughter.

Chris gapes, resting his arms on the table and leaning forward. Steph laughs. "I'm serious." "Why?" He has a puzzled look on his face. Steph shrugs. "I don't know, I find them funny. Scary movies are humorous to me. Maybe it's because I know they're not real." "That's....that's crazy," Chris remarks. "I know. Brooke thinks that too." "I don't usually get scared but I definitely don't find them funny," Chris quips. Steph smiles at the expression on his face. He shakes his head as if to shake off that piece of information. He looks around as if checking to see if someone is eavesdropping.