Its Not Funny Novels & Stories

And exhaled. “I’m not your fucking entertainment,” I let out. “I’m not here so you can get high and laugh at how pathetic I’ve become. If that’s the vibe you’re chasing tonight, you can bounce. Door’s right there. I’ll even hold it open with my one good arm.” Lex’s grin was already gone, but he still tried to soften it with a half-shrug. “No one’s laughing at you, Noah.” “Bullshit.” Ellis piped up from the floor, beer bottle still dangling between his fingers. “While, you gotta admit it was funny.”

He asked as if it was a boring subject. “You sent the roses yet you act like it's something new,” I mumbled. He stared at me and then burst into laughter, surprising the hell out of me. “Are you serious? Why would I send you flowers?” I shrugged. “I don't know. Maybe to impress me?” I was joking, but somehow it felt real. Logan looked at me again and burst into another round of humorless laughter, the kind that was meant to hide a lot of feelings rather than express them.

And it was getting annoying. “Hehehe, yeah, I’d also love to know what’s funny.” I said fuming, and he stopped to look at me. "Chill, babe, it’s not even that serious.” He said, still laughing. When he saw from my eyes that I wasn’t joking about this and I wanted to know what was so funny, he gradually stopped.

I tell him m with a grunt. “A joke. I understand you're sad that I want to stay away but can you refrain from calling our relationship a joke?" The chuckles turn into full blown laughter. Well someone is happy with women. Why would he not? “You are an idiot." “Okay now you are just jealous." And they laugh again. There is nothing remotely funny about this clown so I do not understand what they keep laughing at. “Can you be serious for once? I need to ask you about something."

I grimaced, "Is it funny for you to crack absurd jokes in this situation?" She sighed, "For your sake, I wish it was a joke. Sincerely, I do but it's not. Ellen is not your mate anymore." ***

“You’re home. Why? Hmm… The obvious answer would be because I took you here. The answer you seek is different, I know. You’re here because this is where you belong. You are mine, not theirs, you must stay at my side.” I laughed. Whatever this thing was, it was so darn delusional, I couldn’t help but laugh at him. “Something’s funny?” It asked. “Yes,” I managed to choke out. “You are.” It didn’t speak until I managed to stop laughing and my breathing normalized again. Then, it still didn’t talk for a couple of minutes, possibly pondering my words. “I don’t get it,” it finally hissed. “Why are you calling me funny? I don’t recall presenting a joke to you, nor have I tried to make you laugh. Te

Because the kick is more painful. ‘Hey, you can't laugh like that. They are your babies that desire such weird combinations.’ ‘You are such a loving father, Isaac.’ Tears well up in my eyes. “Don't joke." I plead. If she is joking then it's not a good joke. She eyes me with a sadistic smile. “I can't believe you still think that it's a joke. Get over it. I can't believe you fell for my game." I step towards her and cup her cheeks. “I said It's. Not. Funny. Anymore." I grit out.

I can't believe Dave has suddenly gone mad. "I'm not mad Leo. Now stop crying." "No, you are! You laughed. Who laughs in a crisis like this? Only mad people." "No. People laugh when they're fiancee is being funny." "You see. We just lost our dear ones and you're saying I am being funny? This can only happen when someone is mad." "Stop saying that I've gone crazy Leona! I'm absolutely fine. Okay, I won't laugh again." He shouted. "If you are not mad then why were you laughing? What was funny?"

Elizabeth told me to call her Grannie and told me I was the prettiest girl that Blake had ever bought home, I blushed and smiled at her. Soon Bronwyn abruptly demanded everyone get in the car, she had made a reservation at one of her friends Cafe in town and we would not embarrass her by being late. We get to the Cafe and its a seafood based Cafe, Blake looked at his mum and reminded her of the discussion they had about my severe allergy to seafood over the phone, Bronwyn responded by saying "seafood allergies don't exist, you just eat a small amount each time and they disappear, you need to build immunity to the things your body finds foreign or you can be a sook about it!". I told Blake no

Why did he keep coming to my stall? Did he really love eating this? "Do you really enjoy hotdogs?" I couldn't resist asking one day. "I don’t particularly love it. Why do you ask?" He took a bite, answering vaguely. "If you don’t love it, why do you come here every day?" Could it be possible that he didn't have enough money to afford a decent meal? But he didn't seem like a broke person. "Because you're here." He took another bite. I didn't catch on to his words. After swallowing, he suddenly leaned closer, looking at me seriously.