Comedy Novels & Stories

"I'm all ears." I started to cough, desperate to think of an excuse that wouldn't make me sound like a complete moron. "Um…we were just talking about…um, some funny movie I just saw?" "A funny movie," he repeated. His smirk grew, and he didn't believe me for a second. Quite rightly, really-we were crap liars. "Yeah!" Isabella jumped in, her voice a little over-eager. "It was a comedy. You know, one of those comedies that's really slapstick and goofy? Lots of…um…dancing?"

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 patted the spot next to her on the couch. "Come laugh with your old mother. The doctor said laughter is the best medicine." "Pretty sure he prescribed actual medicine," I said but settled in beside her. "Details, details." She waved dismissively. "Oh, this guy is hilarious. He does this bit about dating apps that'll make you cry." I curled my legs underneath me, grateful for the distraction. The comedian on screen was in the middle of a story about a disastrous blind date. "...so there I am, covered in spaghetti sauce, and she says, 'This isn't going to work. I'm gluten-free.'"

Nothing against manatees, but when Mers could shift into sleek, graceful, fast-moving dolphins, why-in-the-sea would anyone think they’d choose a meandering sea cow? “It’s true. Logan told me. ’Course he also said mer- maids don’t exist.” Michael broke into peals of laughter and Logan joined in, although obviously not getting the real joke. Although the real joke was on her.

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.”