Joker: Why So Serious Speech Novels & Stories

“You know what, you were really good. You were so good because I believed in that joke. I f*cking hoped Xania. Because I thought you pulled me out, I f*cking hoped for the gift you would give. Do you know that?!” I am still speechless. “But... it's all just a joke. F*ck,” he muttered. I waited to see if he had anything else to say. After a while, I thought of speaking. “I know I made a bad joke so I'm sorry. I made a mistake and I didn't know you would take it seriously so—”

he said confidently. “Okay we shall see about that” I said. “You know why I like you?” he asked and pointing at me. “No I don’t, make me know” I replied. “Because you like joking” he said. “Oh really, so you think I am joking?” I said. “Of course you are because I can tell from your face” he said and began to laugh that we all joined him. “Even if I laugh I am dead serious about it” I said. “Get lost, just continue doing your thing” he said.​

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 This is why you've been revoked the right to joke about it.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 say after a long while, trying my best to speak through my laughing fit. His dark gaze falls on me, examining me with boundless curiosity. He has his hands under his chin, appearing to be in a pensive mood. Eventually, I stop laughing like a mad man as the seriousness of the situation sets in. Realization hits me hard. He isn't joking. He is deadly serious. “You can't be serious.” I mumble under my breath, too afraid to raise my voice. His arched brow lets me know that he is enjoying this. Of course he is.

I snapped, my voice slicing through the haze of smoke hanging between us. They both stared at me as I took another long drag from the joint then crushed the roach into the ashtray until it was nothing but pulp and ash. The glass cracked again under the pressure, a thin spiderweb spreading from the center like the fractures in my fucking life. “I’m not serious,” I repeated, quieter this time. “It was a joke. A very funny one, so I’m a bit disappointed that you guys didn’t find it amusing.” Lex opened his mouth, closed it, then rubbed his jaw instead while Ellis just stared at the floor, rolling the beer bottle between his palms like he was trying to grind the awkwardness out of the moment.

“I want you to get married to my son if you ever want your father to be released!” Mr Carter uttered the very words that would end up turning my life around. “Again with this joke?” I asked in confusion. "You really think I'm joking?" Mr. Carter asked, an amused look on his face. "It's got to be a joke, right?" I said, my voice shaking with uncertainty, still not quite able to process what he was saying. Mr. Carter's expression didn't change. "It's no joke," he said matter-of-factly. "I'm completely serious."

I waited to see if there was a punch line, some clue to see if he'd made a crack but Jack's expressions remained the same. He wasn't laughing; in fact, his face remained stoic. With a lot of people, I could easily figure out what they were thinking but with Jack, I always encountered a brick wall. I could only see what he decided to show me. "I can't decide if that's a joke or if you're serious," I said. "I'm not really in a mood for jokes lately. So far I've been telling you the truth."

“Everything of mine is important. Once I'm keeping it. I don't keep trash.” Well, that was harsh, but I'm trying my best not to argue with him these days because of Joker. I need to make him open up to me. Even though I know that I'm doing a terrible job. He blinked slowly as he stared at me. Fuck, why is he doing that? “You've changed.” Oh, he already noticed? “Huh? How?” “You used to be really feisty, always talking back and trying to pick up a fight.” “I remember you clearly told me that you didn't like such women.”

"If I hadn't looked, how would I have known that the person my fiance loves the most is his ex-girlfriend?" A flicker of guilt flashed through Jared's eyes, but he immediately blustered to cover it up. "It's just a joke between friends! Must you make such a big deal out of it? I swear, you're getting more and more unreasonable every day!" With that, he haphazardly stuffed the gift boxes back into his suitcase, picked it up, and stormed off to the guest room. All that was left was that cheap pair of pearl earrings lying alone on the floor.

He sounds dead serious. I narrow my eyes at the camera. “You’re dead serious aren’t you?” I ask. “Does it sound like I’m joking?” he asks. “Jesus you’re a psycho, aren’t you?” I ask. “You’re only discovering that now?” he asks. I roll my eyes. “Bye Amara, get out of my damn chair.” he says before hanging up. I break out into a fit of laughter. Okay Amara Romano what the fuck is wrong with you?