Open When You Need A Laugh Novels & Stories

Both of them end up entangled in a comedic display of limbs and laughter. The room reverberates with unbridled amusement, our laughter echoing off the walls. Tears stream down our faces as we struggle to catch our breath, the hilarity of the situation overwhelming us. It is a moment of pure joy, where even the simplest mishaps become the source of endless amusement.

Wednesday afternoon, I'm in the living room, sprawled on one of the couches. I’m watching some sitcom on the TV and laughing much more times than the background laughter that’s on. Most of the time people give me looks whenever I burst into laughter in situations they can't find anything to laugh about, but all I can do is pray that they get a little sense of humour dropped onto them.

~MARCELLA~ I don’t even hesitate. I start unbuttoning my shirt slowly and deliberately. One button… Two… And just like I expected…. “Jesus—!” Lucas shuts his eyes so fast it’s almost impressive. I burst out laughing. Not just a small laugh, no… I laugh hard. Full-on, uncontrollable laughter, clutching my stomach as I bend forward slightly. “You didn’t even try!” I gasp between laughs. “Lucas, you didn’t even last two seconds!”

The matter was closed with immediate effect. I sat there for a moment. And then I laughed. Not a polite laugh or a measured one. An actual laugh, the kind that came from somewhere below the chest, the kind that had not been available to me for two weeks because I had been too busy being careful and documented and professionally appropriate to just sit in a kitchen and laugh at the fact that it was actually over. I was still laughing when I grabbed my keys. I needed to share this good news with someone. I ran out and went next door.

He does this, notices things that need doing before I register needing them, and appears with the bath already at the right temperature and something that smells good in the water and then simply goes back to the kitchen and makes dinner because that is how he is built. I sink into the bath and close my eyes. Think about today. About Evan's face when he saw us arrive. About Derek watching our joined hands across the garden. About Rhys crouching down to hear Evan's balloon theory with genuine interest. About the laughing. The three of us laughing at Arlo eating birthday cake. There is something about shared laughter between people in a complicated situation that is more disarming than anythin

There was silence for two seconds and then John burst out laughing. It was his bubbling laugh that finally broke the dark spell over me. I had to loosen up, just like Steph said. I needed to be willing to make a mistake or two. I looked up at his laughing face and felt him lift me out of that dark place I'd been all day. Before long, I was laughing along with him.

THE MESSAGE DAWN. I burst into another fit of loud laughter at my human best friend, Lyla before she hits me on my back awkwardly causing me to glare at her. She always hit me whenever she laughed or was embarrassed, a weird human trait. “Must you always hit me when you laugh?” I ask as I shove her playfully. She snorts at me and runs from my side, knowing fully well that I would want to take revenge. “I’m used to it, Dawn. You know, I’ve tried to stop too, but you caused this one. Stop cracking all these silly jokes,” I glare at her, as she ambles briskly to the fridge in our apartment.

Austin says causing me blow out in laughter. I laugh so hard I start hiccupping which only causes me to laugh even harder. Austin has been absolutely serious this whole time that we have been together. I know his club is going through a crazy ordeal but hearing him make a joke allows me to breathe a bit of fresh air.I don't feel so stiff anymore. It's bittersweet. When I finally pull myself together I look over to Austin who has the strangest look on his face, I know I have an annoying laugh. It's one thing I was always teased about growing up. I tend to laugh so hard I snort, like, a lot. I used to try to not laugh when I was younger because I was so sick of the constant bullying.

Laying out on a blanket with Aiden on the beach, my throat was sore from laughing so hard. I stared up at the night sky and wished on every star up there that we would always be this happy. Aiden made me laugh without even trying, and when he did try, I was completely unable to stop. He had quickly discovered that I would snort if I laughed hard enough, which he thought was hilarious. He then, or course made it his mission in life to make me snort.

The one that was also my mother's and my grandmother's and Maren's first response to mine. He held me while I laughed. When I settled he said, very quietly: "There it is." "Yes," I said. "I've been waiting," he said. "For the laugh?" I said. "For the specific laugh that isn't about anything," he said. "Not about something that happened. Just you, finding something funny, the laugh that comes from somewhere below the thinking." He held me. "You've been tired. The good tired, the Maren tired but tired." He held me. "I've been waiting for that laugh."