Funny Topics To Talk About Novelas e Histórias

“You two are the worst. Can we please talk about something else? Like how Zara’s roommate snores loud enough to wake the entire lodge?” Zara launched into an exaggerated story about her roommate’s snoring, complete with sound effects that had us all laughing again. The conversation flowed easily from there funny stories from past semesters, complaints about group projects, and ridiculous ideas for what we’d do if we won the lottery after graduation. For a little while, the rain outside and the chaos of the retreat faded into the background. It felt good to just be with my friends, joking and teasing without the constant weight of Sophia or Julian hanging over us.

That's an understatement. The room filled with laughter, warm and easy, as they shared stories and jokes, enjoying each other's company. Kris suddenly sat up, "Wait, what's the weirdest dream anyone's had recently?" Claudine's eyes sparkled, "Oh, I had this crazy dream about cats taking over the world." Ezrianna chuckled, "That's nothing. I dreamt I was flying, but my wings were made of cotton candy." Denzel shook his head, laughing, "You two are something else." As they continued sharing their bizarre dreams, the evening wore on, filled with warmth, laughter, and the simple joy of being together.

For some reason, the conversation centered once again around children and who was going to be the best dad and uncle, with Ty of course claiming the prize for both. We teased him about his book reading, that is until Dani busted Con for doing the same thing. The others were soon all toppled by their women one by one. My brothers are reading baby how to books. Damn! I remember a time when all or most of our conversations were about war or some other sick shit that only a handful of people in the world knew anything about. But five grown men were actually arguing about some shit that like I said, even a year ago wasn't on our radar. The thing is, I think they were serious and so did their wome

Ryan and I got off of the heavy topics and onto some more light-hearted fare – how his sisters kept asking him for cell phone pictures they could show around school, how his mother kept trying to set him up with the daughters of her friends – when I started giggling uncontrollably at one of his comments. “It wasn’t that funny,” he said. “I know,” I said, slightly alarmed at my reaction. “Well, thanks,” he joked. That set me off giggling again. “No, I mean… oh my God, is it happening?” I asked, suddenly remembering that I had eaten an illegal substance about twenty minutes ago.

Smart guy indeed, isn't he? I shake my head, laughing. "Sorry. Maybe we shouldn't be talking about this." It feels slightly inappropriate to bring up such a topic as a warm-up with a new companion. Shouldn't we be talking about college? About his major? Or about his football team? "Why not? I'm sure you've heard a lot of things about me." Lance smirks. "Just like I've heard about you." I can't disagree. The topic piques my interest, though. "Really? Like what?"

And then… we laughed. Not the fake kind. Not the polite chuckle people give when they’re trying to fill silence. Real laughter. The kind that makes your face hurt. The kind that sneaks up on you mid-sentence because you’re finally safe enough to let it out. We didn’t talk about Kai or Damon or Torreto or the scandal that had threatened to swallow us whole. We talked about stupid things. Our first modeling job disasters. How he still doesn’t know how to cook rice. That one time I fell asleep in a makeup chair and drooled on the stylist’s blouse.

He laughed, tipping his head to the side. "I do not look terrified." "You absolutely do." And then, embarrassingly, I actually laughed. And weirdly, after that, it just got easier. We talked wholeheartedly. Not about pack politics or the horrors of training nor about responsibilities or expectations or any of the suffocating stuff that usually filled my days. Just random stuff. Music, people in the pack, stupid childhood memories, embarrassing things we did as kids, everything. At some point drinks showed up on the table, and after a couple of shots, that knot in my chest finally started to loosen up.

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I found myself enjoying his company and neither of us needed to think of a topic to discuss since our conversations flowed as easily the way a river would. It felt like we've known each other a long time. Well, we do know each other, but not a personal level. I laughed as he regaled me with funny stories about the times of his school years and training with Seth, Isaac and Gabe. And he laughed at mine about the pranks Nic, Nica and I used to do. We talked for so long thar by this time we were both lying down on the blanket when I laughed so hard, tears came out of my eyes.

“Yes.” She leaned in, half-whispering, “What’s that like?” There it was. The hunger in their curiosity. The strange mix of awe and pity when people talked about men like Anthony. I gave a light laugh and tilted my head. “Now, if we start unraveling marriages in public, we’ll be here all night. Shall we talk about something less predictable—like politics or religion?” They all laughed uproariusly. The subject successfully dodged, I smiled and took a sip of my wine, but I did notice Mr. McStanley’s eyes never left me.