Joker Why So Serious Face Novels & Stories

I had been lowering my head to avoid Soren's gaze, but he tried to meet me exactly by looking down at me. I couldn't avoid him. I feigned calmness and decided to play the fool. "I was just telling a joke, man. Why so serious?" "But I wasn't joking. This is why you've been revoked the right to joke about it. Equivalent exchange," he replied patiently, as though he hadn't just said the most absurd thing. "It's your turn to introduce yourself now."

I fixed him with a straight face, trying to make it obvious that I wasn't joking. "You're not serious," he muttered again as our gazes locked. I didn't even bat an eye, and his squint disappeared. "You're not joking?" he asked, looking at me questioningly. "I'm serious," I replied, placing my hands on my waist. I saw a flicker of shock flash through his eyes, but it vanished almost immediately. He continued to stare at me with an unfathomable expression on his face before he turned away. "Hmm... Well, that's odd. You're odd," he commented.

Zack Moller, one of my friends, asked curiously, "Ryan, are you serious?" I downed a drink and responded, "Dead serious. It's over." The group exhaled in relief. "Honestly, Ryan, you've wasted two years of your life. We've warned you so many times, but you were so stubborn, like you were cursed or something." "I saw Jen with another guy just a few days ago," one of them chimed in. I glanced at him, and he immediately clammed up. Zack patted my shoulder and tried to comfort me. "Alright, man. Let's chill tonight and blow off some steam. Do you want to hit up another spot?"

Alex gulped as he started backing away. “Did I whisper? I heard myself pretty well. Didn’t you hear what I said?” I asked out loud. Jake shivered after seeing the look on my face. I’ve always been told that I look scary when I’m serious. I was struggling to keep my composure when I saw their fallen faces. It was getting hard to keep my face as serious as possible when the constipated look on Jake’s face deepened. His red face was so funny that my composure dissipated into thin air.

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 asked him straightforwardly “Zara, why are you not talking to me?” he asked with sadness all over his handsome face. “Don’t you know!” I said rolling my eyes on him “I was just joking Zara, I didn’t meant any harm” he said in a saddest tone ever. “Joking…why is that every serious situation is a joke for you Rocky? Can’t you act mature for once in a life time?” I said in angry tone. He lowered his gaze and hung his head low, as if he was ashamed.

I take shallow breaths to calm myself and wipe my eyes with the back of my hand, flinching at the pain from my busted face. ‘Now I know this is a joke. Nice try though. You almost had me there. What do you really want?’ I try and calm myself, more escapee tears from giggling so hard, but he is persistent in that starchy serious mood, eyes following me in a very deadpan face, standing completely still and unreadable. He doesn’t crack one tiny smile.

His face returned to that cold, unreadable mask, his eyes locking onto mine with unrelenting intensity. "I'm dead serious." The air in the room shifted, thickening, pressing against my lungs. I stopped laughing, and my pulse stuttered. As I stared at him, searching for any hint that he was messing with me, I found nothing but stone-cold seriousness. A chill ran down my spine again and I suddenly regretted ever finding myself attracted to this maniac. "Lucian," I finally managed, my voice barely above a whisper. "That’s not funny." He didn’t blink. "It’s not a joke."

Then burst into a guffaw. "Oh, Man. Don't be serious. It's not any film but real life. Come out of your filmy and reel life to real life. Don't tell me someone tried to kill me, that's why I'm in such a condition." Susanna was still laughing but there was no sign of lightness in his face. He was looking deadly serious and his jaw was tight and firm.

But I kept my expression so deadly serious that he swallowed the laugh down. “What do you mean you're a ghost? What kind of a sick joke is this?” “A ghost joke,” I shot back, attempting to deflect his humor. “Aren't I just hilarious?” I pouted, arching a single brow at him. A sudden, genuine laugh escaped his lips. I almost let my own smile slip at my own stupidity. My fingers on his shirt loosened just a fraction, but I tightened my grip again instantly, reminding him that we weren't here to play games. His eyes darted down to my grip, registering the sudden seriousness of the situation.