Humor Books & Stories Novels & Stories

“Carry on.” “But your main problem is that you have no sense of humour.” I raised a hand to stop the objection forming on her lips. “No, wait, just because you laugh at others doesn’t mean you have a sense of humour. You also have to be able to laugh at yourself. And you take yourself way too seriously.” “I see. Thank y—”

“Jay. Don’t you dare laugh. I’m being serious.” “I know, I know,” I wheezed, still holding back a grin. “It’s just you have no idea how funny you look right now, like your brain’s trying to reboot itself.” But under the humor, my chest hurt. Because I didn’t have an answer. Not a real one. Not one that would make sense to him or to me.

He was always making stupid jokes, even at the worst times. “That’s not funny,” I snapped. “There are people’s lives we are talking about, the pack members are counting on us and also the alpha, it’s only a matter of time until people start moving out of the pack,” I said, although I was also considering that in case things went sideways. “Sorry, sorry,” he apologized, raising his hands. “I was just trying to lighten the mood, you know, humor is a coping mechanism.” “Well, it’s not working,” I said, rolling my eyes.

I smiled. He locked his lower lips. If there was one thing I've gotten to observe about my newfound friend, it was his ability to discern and understand humor. His sense of humor was top-notch, and I didn't say this because I called him a son of a bitch, and he did nothing. I hated the inner and unconscious comparison I was making between him and Peters. Peters wouldn't take your, “I need more touch, baby,” as a joke. "Mind following me home and getting to know my place of residence?"

My fits of giggles turned into full-blown laughter thanks to my intoxication. Dark humor was just my type. “You are funny,” I said. “But seriously, what happened?” “I take upon boxing as fitness. I recently found out a friend of mine passed away. My emotions got ahead of me.” I frowned and my body slumped. “I am so sorry to hear that.” “Don’t worry,” he said. Feeling bad, I decided to change the topic. I waved down to the waiter and ordered another drink. It was delivered not long after. No wonder he deflected so much and was a bit annoyed when I continued to pry. He lost someone important to him.

My stomach churned, and my heart pounded so loudly that I thought it might burst out of my chest. “Good job, human,” Zara’s voice cut through the silence. “Humans are so pathetic. She can’t even get through dinner without embarrassing herself.” Her words were like a slap, and I could feel my eyes welling up with tears. I opened my mouth to respond, but my voice betrayed me, shaking as I mumbled a half-hearted apology. “I’m… I’m so sorry, I didn’t mean—” But my words didn’t seem to matter. The laughter started almost immediately, light and mocking. They all found it funny—I was the joke.

I could literally die if I fuck up more than I’ve been doing…but, I can’t tell him that. “I’m here, okay? No matter what, you have me.” He looks me right in the eye, assuring me tenderly with a smile this time. “But damn, you really do look like shit right now, and when was the last time you used deodorant?” His unconventional joke in my time of sadness makes me break into laughter. It wasn’t funny but it was whatever it was and it makes me laugh. I just needed to laugh. It rolls out of me effortlessly, like everything was with Adam. While I choke on my saliva, he watches me, amused for the duration of my chuckling.

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"I'm not a burrito." "You are my burrito," he declared with pride. "You're so weird." "Emotionally devastated, actually. But thank you." She snorted, despite herself. "You can't weaponize humor to get your way." "Oh, I absolutely can," he said, pointing at himself. "It's my greatest defense mechanism." They fell into silence just for a moment until Keegan caught that flicker in her expression. He stepped closer and knelt beside the bed, the teasing edge in his voice melting into something gentler.

I gave him my number last week at the dance studio and despite not wanting to and regretting my decision at that time and now, I gave him my number. I honestly think it's because he's funny and I got to experience a little bit of his humour. Have you ever watched the Dr. Underpants movie? In that movie, the evil scientist wanted to erase the side of the brain where humour exist in kids because he was annoyed by their laughter or something. Well I feel like i am the other kid who didn't have humour and always asked what was funny. I never really get most of the jokes everyone say and I always wonder if this is how I was born but my childhood photos says otherwise. I was a happy child once. It