Funny You Should Ask: A Novel Novels & Stories

"It is clear! You're used to it. He's lived with his fart for thirty-five years..." “Bang?” Ah ha ha ha ha... “What's so funny, Jonas?" Isadora now showed some irritation. “It's funny you say wham. Are you going to write that in the next book? 'Milk was the culprit of Jonas' fart. It's over'. Ha ha ha ha…” Jonas didn't bother to hold back his laughter anymore.

In this hell of a world and book, he is forced to be living, HE surely gives him the surprise he could never say no with. “Well, well, well, from this gift, or rather an unfortunate encounter, I’ll gladly have this tool to be mine.” Giggling and loving every scene that comes out of his day, she just asks the question that does not leave him speechless but rather offended, with the simple words. “Who are you?”

He lightly puckered his lips, as if calculating his next move and thinking what to do with this information. I raise both of my hands and press them against my temple, I slowly drag them down against my skin in disbelief. “Nah you’re just playing me, aren’t ya? Hahahahahah. What. A. Funny. Joke.” I slap his arm between bouts of fake laughter. “Really, your imagination is unmatched. You know what I suggest? I think you should write a novel. This sounds like the plot of a really weird teen fan fiction. You would fit right in greatly.” I give him an encouraging thumbs up.

“... I thought you were better than Ethan, how could you do this to me? You brought me here and now you don't want me to leave? You have other girls trapped here too? What are you— some kind of serial killer? What the heck is wrong with you?” He didn't speak, not for the first few seconds and then, boom, he bursted out laughing. “You're really funny,you know that?” I didn't know that. I wasn't trying to make jokes either so how could I have possibly been funny? “I'm not trying to be funny.” “Are you sure?” “And what's that supposed to mean?” “That you're funny.” “I'm not. I'm asking you serious questions here, what are you?” I paused, like a dramatic effect, and then exhaled, “is this why yo

“Noah?” “No,” I said flatly. “Your landlord.” She grinned. “I mean, have you seen that man? He’s giving tragic novel cover. Mysterious? Sad? Hot?” “That’ll do,” I said, fighting the corner of my mouth that wanted to burst out laughing. “But seriously,” she added after a beat, “why are you asking? Did he say something weird to you?” “He’s always saying something weird to someone,” I said. “But no. Just… curious.”

Ok nova we can do this. “Why are you smiling?” His eyes crinkle with amusement. “It’s hard to believe such a little woman can tell 3 grown men what to do!” He chuckles. Yes yes very funny. I roll my eyes at his words. “What’s your name?” He raises an eyebrow at me , his mouth hanging slightly open. Did I activate a kill code or something? “That’s really the first thing you want to ask me?” He sounds confused.

Note the sarcasm. “ Why are you asking ? Aren't you supposed to know why you are here ? Do you have amnesia ? ” clicking my tongue, I said, “ Uh, that's so bad.” The others stifled their laugh but Isabella was generous to laugh out loud. They all gave her confused stares as if they did not find it funny. “ She called you a bitch whereas she is the bitch and you indirectly told her, I mean is it not funny ?” She looked at everybody before facing down. “ Oh, I guess it is not funny. I should stop talking now.”

"Fuck I want to see this. You wearing pajamas." "I'm glad you are finding it funny." "I think it is going to be fucking hilarious." "Wait, you might just think it is hot." "There is no way that pajamas are hot." "We'll see about that." I am shocked; he is cracking jokes, he is actually laughing and smiling. "Where to now cause I am hungry now?" "Quick stop at the bookstore." "Fuck don't tell me you are going to read too?" "Yes, I am going to read."

he became calm I asked "why are you not laughing" he replied "why I should" what a weird guy what kind of question is this I asked "what kind of question" he didn't replied anything after dinner we both came out I asked "is your shift completed" he nodded his head we both are walking in road dark night full moon cold breeze wow it's so romantic to walk in the street like this can I catch his hand how he will react I'm thinking something suddenly he pulled me one motor bike was going he asked "don't you know how to walk on road" I said "I never walked"

I said, slightly pissed. He laughed a little so I was even more pissed. "What's funny?" "You just woke up, but you're already mad" he said. "I'm not mad" I said calmly, holding back annoyance. "Just what?" he asked. I can see his strange grin. “Pissed” I simply said. "You are pissed because?" "What?! Why are you asking?" I said, annoyed again. "What? Is it wrong to ask?" he replied. "I'm annoyed because you don't answer my questions and you're asking me questions. Why? Did something happen that I couldn't remember, huh!? Why are you smiling differently now?"