Open When You Need A Laugh Novels & Stories

I stopped walking. I stood in the middle of the corridor with my keys in my hand and I listened. There it was again. That laugh. The one I had heard across dinner tables for twelve months when she was sixteen and something had struck her as genuinely funny — not the polite laugh she gave to things that were mildly amusing, the real one. The one that started in her chest and came out unguarded and full and was over quickly because she did not perform things, even laughter. I knew that laugh.

I let out a sarcastic smile, “have fun inhaling carbon dioxide there.” With that, they burst out laughing. “We really need to think ways to put some humor inside your brain!” Ave exclaimed, still laughing. I pursed my lips. “I don’t need that.” “As expected from you,” Rebel chuckled. I roll my eyes heavenwards. I don’t need some humor. A bitter smile placed against my lips. I only need someone who’ll save me from this hell. “How about this?” “Your showing too much skin.” “This one?” “Too short.”

I burst into laughter yet again, leaning back in my chair and letting the joy sweep through me – because of course, if you didn’t grow up hearing that, it really is just gross, isn’t it? “Just something we say,” I say, wiping at my eyes a little, my body still shaking with mirth. “I think to make people feel better when that happens to them.” He laughs too, grinning at me and understanding. I sigh then, and look back at Conner, who is still sitting on the little couch flicking through his phone. “I guess I should –“

"I'm sorry I'm late, CeCe." The moment those words—sounding especially respectful and familiar—left Terrence's lips, the whole private room fell silent. Everyone's eyes widened, as if they couldn't believe what they'd just heard. After a brief silence, Vanessa suddenly burst into loud, shrill laughter. "CeCe? Oh my goodness, that's hilarious!" She pointed at me, her face full of disdain and contempt. "I knew it! How could a fresh graduate like you possibly land a client as tough as Gilla Group on your own? Turns out all you did was just climb into Mr. Kapowsky's bed!"

I said suddenly curious Wyatt was still on the floor so Reed slowly made his way over to us. “Use me” He is all he said I turned to look straight at him, I imagined opening the door to his feelings. He was feeling pissed off, nervous, worried and a little hungry. Lets try humor since it is the opposite of what he is feeling right now. I imagined taking humor off a shelf and shoving it through the door. Reed broke out in a fit of laughter. He fell over on the ground holding his stomach laughing like a 3-year-old when you tickle them, that deep belly laugh.

"Well since you are so genius and you've figured that I want to be left alone then why are you bothering me?" "Let's say, I don't like to see sad faces especially if that face is this beautiful." He winked again. "God... get your eyes checked. And you are what a clown who can't stand sad faces?" "I am not, but... I can be that for you." He said and dipped his index finger in a ketchup bowl and painted it on his nose as he started making weird faces. "Hello beautiful, my name is Mr. Laughter and I make people laugh." He said it in a childish tone.

I clearly didn’t understand it so there was no need for me to panic or whatsoever. I finally shrunk my shoulders and spread my arms in the open air “What’s funny, why are you laughing so hard?” I asked as I looked from my mate to Joan to the elder mother. “ what I need answers please. Why is everyone giggling? I didn’t say anything funny.Cassian what did you say to them? I want to fill in the joke. What’s the joke about talking to me?

His gaze returned to me, disappointment clear and heavy. “I’ll make her apologize.” I lay sprawled on the cold deck, my body barely responding to my own will. Small stones scraped against my skin, one skidding dangerously close to my eye. Around us, people moved quickly—around her instead. “It’s okay, don’t cry.” “We all know you didn’t mean anything by it.” “She’s clearly overreacting.” “Adrian, seriously, how did you even put up with this?” Someone let out an awkward laugh. “She really knows how to turn nothing into a spectacle.”

Raelynn “You can’t be serious.” A laugh bursts from my lips, the kind that starts in your chest and makes your whole body tremble. I have to clutch my stomach, breathing through the ache because I’ve laughed too much already. “No—shut up. You’re lying.”

The elevator doors start closing and I realize I am still inside and need to get the fuck out. “Shite.” I say as I quickly push the doors back open and quickly step out. Brian, the fucker, starts laughing at me, and it is was anyone else, I would’ve been pissed. Oh, who am I kidding, I would’ve burst out laughing either way, because my distraction is becoming a form of entertainment and I can’t even blame people for finding it funny. If you can’t laugh at yourself, then you can’t blame the world at laughing for your sake.