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I knew he wasn’t asleep because there were still dim lights and I could see the light from his laptop. There is at least five more hours left before we have to leave to the gala. Nathan is so tensed that he had his frown glued to his face even when I had cracked the funniest joke, it is from the internet but I was trying to lighten the mood. Why do we tell actors to break a leg? Because every play has a cast.

SO THEY’RE WALKING AROUND IN NO UNDERWEAR? THAT MEANS I CAN SEE THROUGH THEIR MINI SKIRTS??? OH BOYYYYY, IS THIS A BLESSING IN DESGUISE OR WHAT! Just imagine all the naked bu… *Theo!! This isn’t part of your script! Get back to the real-world idiot! * “Yes author! Gosh you’re no fun…" *Keep talking and I’ll soo get you off my set. Now GET! * >>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>Back to reality<<<<<<<<<<<<<<<<<<<<<<<<<<<<<<<<<<<<

I felt a wave of anger and resentment wash over me, but I bit my tongue, knowing that I couldn't afford to provoke him. Theo's smile grew wider, his eyes glinting with amusement. "Oh, come on," he said, his voice dripping with sarcasm. "Don't be shy. Tell me all about how wonderful your night was. I'm sure it was just... magical." He emphasized the word, his tone mocking. "I mean, who wouldn't love being... entertained by me?" He chuckled, the sound sending a shiver down my spine. "You're not going to pretend like you didn't enjoy it, are you?"

I tried to speak firmly, but to no avail, my squeaking at the end of my sentence gave me away. "Do you know who's trying to end your life?" he asked. I shook my head in response. "Hmm! You should have offended somebody without your knowledge, much to their hatred that they wanted you to burn!" that's absolutely f*cking hurt, remembering the men's conversation before we escaped the theater.

“Dramatic? he repeated, tilting his head. I don’t recall being dramatic. ” “Oh, please. A derisive laugh escaped me as my fingers delivered a delicate nudge to his chest. Everything you say becomes a grand declaration. I deepened my voice to mimic the phrase “He’s going to have everything.” His eyes darkened slightly, but not with annoyance. The expression on her face indicated impending trouble. My vocal expressions do not match that representation. ” My smile stretched wider as I realized I was testing my fortune beyond safe limits. “You do. Indeed it is. It would be beneficial for me to begin recording your quotes. ”

As some really wise person said: Laugh and the whole world laughs with you… “I didn’t mean it that way but what can I say. The quote is made that way.” Zadkiel shrugged, chuckling. Abel was still laughing at it. Zadkiel couldn’t keep his laughter inside when he saw his friend having fits of laughter. He let it out and the two best friends just laughed like they just watched Father do cartwheels while wearing a 70-year-old granny dress and his tights were too stretched that they ripped apart. “Zadkiel, I seriously don’t feel anything at all. Like I just feel sleepy. No pain.” Abel spoke after the laughter had died down and they were enjoying the comfortable silence.

“Jesse, my man, which is why I’m encouraging you to talk some more! It doesn’t have to be about anything life changing. If you were me I’d say crack a joke but I don’t know if you even know any jokes.” “I know jokes.” His face lit up. “Oh yes? Tell me one then.” “Can you guess what the therapist said when I told my therapist I’m scared of dying alone? “Uh, no what?” “He said, “Most people don’t die with the company,” I said, chuckling. “Get it?” Rain looked at Matt. “Matt, am I supposed to laugh at that?” “Ideally someone is supposed to laugh when they tell a joke,” Matt said with a sigh. “Jesse, what have I told you about your morbid jokes?”

Now, attempting to seek last-minute help from the internet, I found myself humiliated by a mocking phrase: "You? Really?" Quentin Bennett returned promptly. He truly was affluent, exchanging a whole basin of game tokens. He placed the tokens on the machine with a sound reminiscent of a wealthy person making a grand gesture. "Let the performance begin." Me: "…" I forced a smile. "Watch and learn." "Absolutely." "Chirp─" Quentin Bennett's mocking laugh reached my ears, making them turn crimson. "Just you wait!" He crossed his arms, smirking. "I'm waiting."

Life’s so unfair, man. “What does a spoon matter when we’re literally stuck in the middle of the woods with invisible monsters, shady, bad men and whatever else creeps around here? Can you please, for once, use your brain and kick some sense in the gear?” He whisper-hisses, so red in the face, he reminds me of a tomato. “You could join a casting for vegetable commercials looking like this,” I remark and laugh at the brilliant joke my brain just reacted. Shit, am I not the funniest guy out there? Look at me - sense of humor, looks, body and an impressive spoon collection, I have it all, damn it. No wonder my little vixen couldn’t deny me.

I also added some comedy by teasing my sister and Nonna, then closed out with an inspirational quote that my dad always said to me. ''Stop worrying how it's going to happen and start believing that it will.'' A thunderous of claps from the crowd jumped my heart with happiness. Everyone was standing up and clapped with whistles here and there to my speech. I got off the stage and went over to Violet who was already eager to hug me. ''Oh, Jason, that was so beautiful.'' ''Not as beautiful as you.'' I touched her on the side of her face and smile. Our faces were leaning close to each other until one of the security guys interrupted us from kissing each other.