Gary Giggles Novels & Stories

But when she finally looked away, a soft, inaudible laugh escaped him. “What the hell, man? Did you just giggle?” Chadwick asked, eyeing him with disbelief. “Absolutely not! Why on earth would a grown man giggle?” Grayson retorted, giving Chadwick a glare that could cut. Liam erupted in laughter. “What’s so funny?” Grayson demanded, redirecting his attention to Liam. “Chill out, man. It wasn’t a big deal,” Liam said, struggling to hold back his laughter. “Okay, boys, I’ve had enough of this place. Can we go home now?” Naomi declared, looking expectantly at Grayson.

'' I didn't answer him still. ''You see, Greg-" He begun, cutting himself off with an excited giggle. Gross, I thought with a shudder. "-And trust me this will make you jump with joy." He said with a bright grin on his face that sent me grimacing with disgust. He lunged at me, ripping the guy off my hand, throwing it a ways away from us. He pinned my hands by the sides of my head. "Nothing that comes out of your mouth will make me jump with joy." I snarled, kicking him off.

Maya gaped dumbfounded for a few seconds, trying to discern if her friend was being serious or not. But the severe look on Gab's face told her that she was indeed being serious, "Oh.my.God!" Maya barked out loud laughter, the noise reverberating throughout the room causing Gab to jump slightly.

It was all the child needed. "See? Told you giggling can be done by everyone, even boys." I smiled as she stopped giggling with a wider smile on her face. She happily looked at her father with big, expectant eyes. I signaled the man to giggle, which he covered his mouth and did. Lizzie, the girl, gasped with eyes widened with surprise. Most things are new and fascinating to her.

They chuckle. “No, I'm having fun watching the show," Gage says. "How about you, Korey?" “Yep, it's pretty funny. And if it's any sign that your mom and sister are enjoying the show, just look at their laughing faces," Korey replies. “Man, you guys are evil." “Us?" “Yes, you," I say, smacking Gage on his bare chest. “Oh, baby, you haven't seen evil yet," Korey says with a wicked glint in his eyes.

Gilda’s voice tears me out of my daydream, and my head snaps to her, shocked. Business trip? Did I miss something? “I-It was okay.” I gulp, averting my eyes as my throat constricts painfully. “Nothing special.” “Uh-huh,” she giggles, leaning into me to hit me with her elbow gently. “That’s what I thought.” Looking back at her, I find her staring back at me, amused, her eyebrows jumping. A laugh stumbles out of me without giving me the chance to stop it, and I sigh. “Please stop it.”

I mouth off to them, and they made up what I was saying. “I’m a Pumpernickel fart. Now that’s rude,” Gio chuckles. “She’s saying you love goat cheese,” Justine giggles. “No, Lola’s saying she wants to make goat cheese and cause us to have pumpernickel farts,” Markum finishes. I forgot what I was trying to say, as laughter is the best medicine, even if it hurts now. My silent giggle is cute, helping me forget my worries. Seeing their happy faces adds to my healing, making me feel grateful to have them.

Fabian’s shoulders started shaking with laughter, his face still buried in her neck so she couldn’t move away. “Wait—Pinky? Did you just name your pussy Pinky?” he asked, trying to stifle his laughter. “Of course! It suits her. She’s pink and cute like candy!” That was it—Fabian couldn’t hold back anymore. He burst out laughing, shaking with amusement. His laughter caused his hips to press even harder against her, making Gigi slap his back in mock annoyance. “How dare you laugh at me? I’m serious! I just decided yesterday to give her a name!”

A very serious-looking watch for a very small boy. “I have an hour,” he said thoughtfully. “So yes. That should be fine.” I stared at him for half a second. Then I laughed. Not loudly. Not mockingly. Just honestly. Gary frowned slightly. “Why are you laughing?” I crouched a little so we were closer to eye level. “Because you act more serious than most adults I know.” “Why not?” he replied calmly. That made me laugh again. “Fair enough,” I said. “There’s a coffee shop inside. Is that okay?”

His hand is forbidding me from erupting in boisterous laughter, and the other is holding me still. As my mouth is covered, we share a knowing look, acknowledging the hilarity in this. "Who the hell is named Hewey or Dewey. What the fuck?," he giggles. It just makes me laugh harder, but sensing a scream, he covers it tightly. I tend to scream when something is truly funny, and this is. Once Greg announced them, I pictured this vintage cartoon with ducks that had the same names. I swear the only thing keeping me quiet is his hand. Why is this so funny?