Stuff That Makes Me Laugh Novels & Stories

“Look at them. They look like bathroom tiles.” His insult is so on point and so unexpected that I let out a loud laugh. Maybe it’s the alcohol. Maybe I’m just shrill after almost kissing him. Or maybe I’m just having fun with him. Whatever it is, the result is the same. A laugh loud enough to be heard even from the stage.

" I hear Liam chuckle. I glance over and see him nodding and looking down at me. "We sure do." He winks. My cheeks are turning hot. I elbow him, causing him to release his chopsticks and drop his shrimp. We kept commenting on the terrible movie. They were proud when I made a good joke. The cheers were at my expense, but I found it funny. I love doing stuff like this. It feels like life is normal. When the soccer games are on we are usually upset or cheering. During the movie though, we can laugh. No guns or karate men.

It took everything in me to stop myself from acting rashly. Abruptly, she burst into a peal of laughter. The laughter started with a few chuckles before it turned into full-blown hysterical laughter. I was confused and perplexed. What was funny about the whole thing happening? I thought she was offended by my utterances a while ago. What was happening? “I didn’t think you would be this humorous, Liam. OMG!” she mumbled amidst her laughter, tilting her head backward as she wiped the tears from the corners of her eyes. “You crack jokes effortlessly. I must commend your skill. You have a huge talent,” she continued.

THIRD PERSON Sofia sat behind her desk, legs crossed, the soft hum of the air conditioner filling the quiet office. Her laptop was open, but not on any document. N*****x ran in full screen. Some ridiculous comedy series, the kind she would have once called trash, but today she couldn’t stop laughing. She leaned back in her chair, sipping her coffee, eyes half on the screen. “Oh, come on,” she muttered to herself, laughing when one of the characters tripped over a cat. “You idiot. How are you even still alive?”

It had been so long since I’d heard myself laugh. “I’m sorry to hear that.” I lied, “Maybe if you sent me a video of it I’d feel bad and change my mind?” Coop snapped his fingers, “That’s a great idea. Good, old fashioned guilt tripping. I like it, pretty girl. Don’t make fun of my crying face, though.” “I wouldn’t dream of it.”

Together, they formed a dynamic duo, effortlessly bringing smiles to our faces. Elliot, with his quick wit and mischievous grin, joined in the merriment, contributing his fair share of jokes and hilarious anecdotes. His infectious laughter was contagious, spreading joy throughout our gathering. We exchanged quips and jests, the playful banter building a sense of camaraderie that transcended mere acquaintanceship. As we shared our stories and laughed until our sides ached, time seemed to lose its grip on us. The world around us faded into the background, and the park became a stage for our collective happiness. Each moment was etched in my memory, like a mosaic of laughter and shared experien

Maddie said with plea heavy in her voice. I didn’t even know when I burst out laughing. It was probably from the look on Jared’s face but whatever it was, I was laughing and they were looking at me. I missed interactions like this and seeing someone that was not part of our friend group talk about Jared that way made things amusing. “I’m sorry,” I said, stopping my laughter. “Everything about Jared is stupid and funny.” “Come on now!” I laughed again and Maddie followed suit. Jared got annoyed and sat up then dropped some cash on the table.

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 –“

Her smile widened. "Nothing." "Liar." She laughed. "I missed you too." I walked inside. "You're smiling too much." "And you're grumpy." "I'm always grumpy." "Fair point." For the next few hours, we did absolutely nothing productive. We watched terrible movies. Ordered unhealthy food. Gossiped about people we probably shouldn't have been discussing. For the first time in weeks, I laughed. Actually laughed. Not the fake polite kind. The real kind. The kind that made your stomach hurt.

Is he still laughing at me? "Are you making me fun because of me?" I punched his arm while asking. "Fck, I can't stop laughing." My gad, what's funny? "What's funny? And stop cursing no!" I am really irritated right now but yeah it's effective. He doesn't remember my food hehe.