Headache Funny Novels & Stories

she laughed again. “That’s why people say that friends are worse than enemies,” I muttered, clearly humiliated and looking like a freaking Raggedy Ann. After she laughed for the next two minutes, Mara finally said, “I almost peed my pants laughing. By the way, who the hell would put paint in your shampoo bottle? That’s such a crazy prank on a blonde.” “I know,” I groaned, pulling a beanie over my hair. Even in the San Francisco heat, I’d sweat bullets rather than let someone see this mess.

My vision blackened for a moment, and I fell back on my butt, disoriented. Brian gave a full, roaring belly laugh behind me. I rose to my feet, turning to him with angry eyes but I couldn't hold on to my anger at the sight of him laughing like a carefree kid. He was bent over and shaking with the force of his laughter, and he struggled to catch his breath. One headache was a good enough price to pay so I could see that. Just one though. “Funny,” I deadpanned with an annoyance I didn't feel. But it didn't stop his laughter.

He froze. "You-. can-. See-. Me-. Right? Kiikikikik." He thinks this is the end of his life that he always longed for, but still, it's pathetic if he dies due to a paranormal experience like this. As he accepted his destiny, he heard chuckles from various directions. “Pfft-haha. Hahahahaha." “Hahahaha Havi, you are funny!” “Did you catch it on camera? His face is so tense! You're nuts, dude! Ha ha ha ha!" Clement laughed so hard that he even clutched his stomach.

Coran's deep voice interrupted my thoughts, making me cover my mouth in embarrassment. He gave a low scoff at my reaction while patiently waiting for my answer. “ No… Not really,” I stammered but he didn't look like he bought my answer. “ I am serious, the headache was probably caused by the fact that I didn't dry my hair last night. I have always been like that since when I was a child,” I answered, this time in a more convincing tone. His gaze flickered for a few seconds but at the end, he shook his head, picked up his phone and excused himself.

He smiles playfully, moving his chair a bit too close to mine and wiggling his eyebrows at me. I roll my eyes. “First of you, sit all the way over there.” I point to the seat on the other side of the table. He smirks, like it’s some game and he thinks he understands what’s going on. “Hard to get. I like that.” He growls lowly. I attempt to pass an eye roll again when the headache shoots through my skull again. This time, it lingers painfully and my brain pulses in my skull. I can’t help but groan.

“Oh, sorry.” I rubbed the spot once more and pressed it. “Ouch! Take your hands off. Get off me.” He pushed me away. “You wanna burst my fucking skulls open? It hurts.” Smiled at how cute he was. “I’m sorry.” I tried holding in my laughter because of how he was whining. The red spot on his forehead was like the shape of a tomato. It was hilarious. “Are you fucking laughing right now?” I cleared my throat. “No! No! How…how could I laugh when you…” I cleared my throat once more to stop laughing. “When you are in pain.” I finished.

“I’m not going to faint. I already saw the worst version.” Boston’s face went red again. “Can you stop bringing that up every five minutes?” “No. It’s the only funny thing that happened to me this week.” “It wasn’t funny.” “It was a little funny. You screamed like a cartoon. Arnold tripped into the table. I covered my eyes like a Victorian aunt. If I don’t laugh about it I have to think about the rest.” Arnold pointed at me. “That’s fair.” Boston looked at both of us. “I hate this house right now.”

She was already laughing now and he just stared in amazement, that Fiora wondered he if he was thinking that she was either so beautiful as she laughed, or creepily ugly he just wants to run away. "Nibblehead. I don't get why this is so funny." He scoffed, but she just wouldn't stop laughing. "This was what you referred me as the other night before." "Noooo." She continued in her laughter and only managed to talk when her breath came back just enough for her mouth to compose words again. "I said needle head. Not-" she paused for a while like she was thinking of what to say. "That?"

"Hey ... are you alright?" Anya raised her head from the couch when she heard Andrius' voice. She immediately saw his handsome face while his eyes were full of concern. "I have a headache," she said. It was true that she got a headache. She was dizzy even though she only drank two Smirnoff beers.

Chris smiled again and nodded to me as a go ahead. I took the list papers from the Luna and I fell to the ground instantly as if I was suddenly struck by something in the head. I screamed out loud like I was in pain and held my head. I wriggled and slithered on the floor as I cried pretentiously. I held my head, gripping my stomach at the same time. I was complaining of sudden headache and stomach ache. I could the confusion in their eyes, there were wondering what could be wrong with me. They wouldn't know I was pretending, I screamed and cried as I scrawled on the floor.