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someone yelled. "I won’t shut up until someone answers!" Lucas shouted back, clearly enjoying the attention. "We don’t know and we don’t care, so shut the hell up, Lucas!" another voice barked. "Wrong! It’s called Lemon-aid! Get it? Like the drink?" The groan this time was even louder. "Dad jokes are never, ever funny," Elodie muttered, shaking her head.

It wasn't just me who heard what Hubert Lock said. His parents heard them too. Laidman Lock immediately raised a hand and smacked Hubert lightly on the arm, irritation creeping into his voice. "What kind of nonsense are you talking about? Who jokes with their wife like that?" Michelle Lock quickly patted the back of my hand and comforted me softly. "Crystal, don't take it to heart. It's April Fools' Day, isn't it? Hubert was just being thoughtless and making a joke."

When my joke lands she tilts her head back to laugh, shaking her head as she looks at me. "You're ridiculous." She says. "You're smiling." I respond. She gives me that warm look again and I wonder what's going through her mind at this moment. "You got any other ones?" She asks and I wrack my brain for any other dad jokes. "Um... The circus lion ate the clown but didn't finish." I say. "Why?" She asks. "Because he tasted funny." I respond and Harper chuckles again. "More." She teases, but I just shrug.

“You’re like a sister to me. So, fuck it. Any other girl? Hell no.” I couldn’t help but laugh, the absurdity hitting me full force. “You know what? You’re hilarious, Nelly. I remember when you were still so dry, making those lame jokes about ‘six seven’ and cracking up when no one else found it funny. Good old days.” “Huh? My jokes were actually funny, girl.” She poked my side playfully, feigning offense. “Your humor—and everyone else’s—was definitely broken.” “Yeah, sure,” I dragged out, giggling. “Six-seven,” I teased again, mimicking her old deadpan delivery.

“Nope. More reason the joke is lame “ he swerved the car. “It’s better than any joke you ever told “ I sassed “I tell better jokes than that “he argued “Your jokes are usually scary or just plain weird “ I refused to agree with him “You know you could just say something annoying and I’d ram the car into that tree right there “ he threatened “Relax I’m just kidding …no need to get angry “ I tried to soothe him, tensing a little. The Vitali I use to know was about coming back. “I’m joking. You see? Classical” he chuckled I’d never seen him laugh so much in one day as he’d been doing today. “That’s what I said. Your jokes are always scary or weird “ I frowned “You have a terrible sense of humor

Zain said casually as if he just did not do something stupid. Varun burst out laughing and everyone at the table looked at him. "Shit. Sorry" Varun said while controlling his laugh but could not and looking at him even Zain burst out laughing making me roll my eyes. How come these creatures are my friends? I asked myself looking at them who were laughing like hyenas. "Are you two okay?" I heard sweet voice coming from Corgi and I looked at her who was looking concerned staring at my best friends. "Oh, they are completely fine, it's just that normal people get panic attacks and these two get Laughing attacks" Aarav said waving his hand as if it's not a big deal and this time the whole table b

I asked, "So, Miss. How is it going with the Dark humour guy? Any update so far?" "HA! Dark humour! He's the funniest guy, I've ever met. Didn't you hear that line of him? I mean he called himself motherfucker; oh my, that's the kind of humour I love. Every time he cracks a joke, it makes me head over heels for him. And not forget his awkwardness around girls" the sarcasm was dripping from her mouth. But that changed my mood. And we both started chuckling, "He's not that bad!" I exclaimed. Right? He's not that bad.

I arched a brow. “Then I guess I have to name all 193 countries.” He smiled tight-lipped. “Don’t worry, I’m patient.” I fork my food as I kept staring at him while he does the same, “You’re really not going to leave me alone, are you?” “Nope.” He pops the P. “Alright, this knock knock joke is going to make you pee.” I placed my fork don to be attentive, “Okay, let’s hear it.” “How to make a tissue dance?” He smirks at me.

“Excuse you, I earn mine through emotional labor keeping you two from working yourselves to death.” “And hey, that’s a lifestyle choice, not a crime.” “Oh right,” I said, “The clown thinks he deserves a paycheck for telling us bad jokes.” “Correction,” he said, waving his slice like a wand at the both of us. “I tell great jokes that you two are too goddamn serious to appreciate.” Nolan laughed, shaking his head. “You mean those jokes that will make us question our sanity?” Cassian pointed at him. “You see? That’s the problem with you workaholics.”

“Are you allowed to make dead jokes about your parents?” “I know it’s rude,” he replied, grinning with zero shame. “It’s not supposed to be funny. But I get one morbid joke, don’t I? Don’t we all? Some day you’ll be making jokes about your family too.” I doubled over in laughter, the kind that shook my shoulders and made my ribs ache. Not because it was that funny, but because I needed it. Because it pulled me out of the heavy place in my mind where grief lived. Because he looked so happy saying such a thing when there was nothing to laugh about.