Comedy Comedy Comedy Drama Novels & Stories

“You four are making me feel chronically single.” Hannah huffs, pushing the cans of soda across the breakfast bar towards Elisa as Tyler opens up some bags of chips for us to share. We have a stack of pizza boxes waiting to dive into and a plan to darken the nook to spend the day eating junk and watching movies. Dane and I are too tired for anything else and feel like we are on some emotional comedown after a month of hell.

“Chick flick?” I scoffed. “No. Those are to be watched alone or with girlfriends and a very big box of tissues.” He chuckled. “Good to know. Comedy? Drama?” “Comedy, definitely comedy.” I laughed. “I can’t have you see me ugly cry. Not yet.” I was sure I had skipped steps by wearing my pajamas and pigging out on pizza and drinking beer from the bottle, but I was not going to ugly cry in front of him. I had some dignity.

I got to my feet, with no intention of giving this man the pleasure of seeing me cry. At least one good thing will come of these bizarre series of events, Hayley and I would get a few days to ourselves so I could rant about my car, Xander, Peter Monroe. Hayley was good for that, she saw humor in everything, and it was nice to have a reprieve from the daily stressors that man would throw my way, even if it was just for a few hours.

He said. She stared at him and giggled. " Okay..." She murmured, her speech slurred. She rose to her feet, making to walk to but tripped. He caught her just in time. " I don't want to go home." She murmured against him, her lips in a pout. They began walking out of the pub. " You have to. You're already drunk." He whispered to her. She looked up at him in a drunken haze. " Is it just me, or do you look extra handsome today, Mr Murphy?" She asked. Damien smiled to himself. The drug was already working.

Dominic deadpanned. Fallon shrugged, her tone taking an edge."oh fuck off." Dominic ignored her tone and set his bag down. “What are you two working on?” “Comedy,” Serena said. “Like I told you." Dominic’s brows lifted slightly. "Its finalizef then,?" Serena exhaled, folding her script. “Yeah." “Hollywood is a circus,” Fallon said, standing. “Asking a kitten to play a joker instead of asking a golden retriever."

Grayson mutters something under his breath, but I can see the amusement in it. We move into the living room, the energy shifting into something easier. Jamie drops onto one couch, Hanna curling into his side like it’s automatic. Grayson sits beside me on the other one, his thigh pressing against mine, warm and grounding. Jamie scrolls through options. “Action or comedy?” “Comedy,” I say. “Rom-com,” Hanna adds. Jamie groans. “No chance.” Grayson leans slightly toward me. “Rom-com.” I grin. “See? Good taste.”

Well, good thing I am doing a decent job at that anyway. I think... “I don’t really have anything in mind, which is exactly why I asked you to pick a genre you think might work,” I replied casually. She let out a sigh, clearly deep in thought, then said, “How about we go for something funny?” She paused for a moment and mumbled, “I could really use a laugh right now.” I nodded. “Comedy it is, then.” I scrolled through the comedies on N*****x and finally played one I thought would make her laugh, probably thanks to the A-list comedy actors in the cast.

She had plunged at him like she wanted to bite him when he looked at her and as he screamed, she couldn't help but laugh. They were eventually thrown out of the cinema for disrupting the peace but after Jade had managed to convince Shawn that it was just makeup. She washed it off her face as Shawn couldn't bear to look at her. As they walked out of the cinema, Shawn grumbled about the prank while Jade kept laughing. She couldn't remember the last time she laughed that hard. She couldn't remember the last time she had been sincerely happy. She had never imagined she would ever be that happy again. But she knew it wouldn't last. And this time, it ended faster than she expected.

I sigh. "Speak of the devil," he grins triumphantly as my best friend, Samara, strides up to us, her dark, red hair spilling down her shoulders in waves. "Hi best friend and best friend's hot brother," she smirks and I meet eyes with Finn, to see him grinning widely. "Hi sister's hot best friend." "Stop," I gag. They both laugh, only doing it to annoy me. "I'll leave you two ladies to it," he says. "Oh and Samara, call me sometime."

It is funny how music touches everyone so differently. The guys are all huddled around the TV watching a game like it's the Super Bowl. Except, it’s a freaking video game. So, of course, Steve is instantly lost to me. I could do a striptease right here in front of God and everybody, and he would not have a clue. I could be murdered no more than five feet away from him and his eyes would not turn away from that 50-inch screen. They are hooting and hollering like they are at the biggest sporting event of the year. Steve hollers that he has dibs to play the next round and becomes lost in the crowd of overgrown "boys".