Headache Funny Novels & Stories

The puck flies past me and into the goal, the sound of cheers filling the rink. Tim studies the goal with a grin, and I can't help but laugh at him picturing a way to score a goal on me. "Good work today, you bunch of misfits," I say with a smirk as I dramatically throw off my helmet, revealing my messy curly hair underneath. The guys all stare at me in shock as they slowly remove their own helmets, looking like a pack of lost puppies. "But let's not get ahead of ourselves, you all still suck," I continue, unable to resist the urge to add a little dig. Their eyes collectively roll, and I can practically hear the internal groans.

I said rubbing my forehead. Well, go shower or take a soak in the tub and relax. Jaz suggested. And yeah, they do cause us headaches when they are excited or mad. You'll get used to it. She told me and walked out with Ryott going off to do whatever it is they need to do. Good to know. I chuckled and looked around the room that Damien and I spent a few days in before we moved to our home.

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.

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.

I really did not think your primitive way of getting rid of headache would work" I added "Oh so now you are making fun of me?" Nick said, wearing a serious look on his face. Me? "Who am I to make fun of the gods"? I said. We both laughed and our moods were lightened. "But really, you'll have to learn how to start taking medication because, if you have a headache, I won't go through the long process of giving you a head massage and plus my touch is not as soft as yours," I gave him an ear full.

"Remember that." He walks to the female staff room and knocks on the door. "Murph! Get your cute ass out here before you get fired!" Joey can't fire his girlfriend, especially from a café he doesn't own. These two keep this hectic cafe uplifted. They even add me in their conversations and it isn't that bad to talk to new people. "You!" Murphy stands at the corner looking at me with her hands above her hips. Her curly blonde hair is bouncing above her shoulder as she walks to me. "I didn't say I had a headache. I said migraine. Do you know how dangerous it is than any ordinary headache?"

Because if so, he wouldn’t have that pathetic expression pasted in his face. I sighed as I held my head where I bumped. I felt a small lump. Oh. I touched it softly and massaged it as I remembered my mom. It was years ago when I first fell and had a lump at my head. She puts some ice in the lump I obtained after falling from a high chair. Sometimes, Jordan would press a coin in it after doing some reckless stunts. What… a funny thought. I flash my stoic expression remembering that past. I just sighed and looked at Gavin. Heh. He still has those pathetic yet interesting faces making me amused. I feel somehow guilty. I’m making fun of him even though he's feeling guilty. Am I that heartless? I