Weird But Funny Novels & Stories

"That's weird" "It is" Skylar answered. It was really weird. To be continued...!

I couldn't even answer her remark. "This is... This is really fucking weird." Elle stated. The eyes on my face snapped up to my best friend, and my face changed to annoyance. I couldn't stop staring at... Guirita, I suppose. Myself? This was really confusing. "Is it? Is it really fucking weird for you?" My face snapped to my best friend. "Hey." I warned her quickly. I flinched when the voice of Guirita came out of my mouth. "Yes, this is pretty fucking weird." Elle said, shock still lacing her tone.

What a strange guy! ***

I am insane, literally. ----

I repeated, nearly choking on the word. “Yes,” Jazper Ray said smoothly. “And here you are, Audrey, calling it our thing.” He smiled, eyes soft. “You always have a different way of seeing things. That’s one of the things I like about you. You’re not afraid to say what’s on your mind.” “I guess… I’m just weird,” I mumbled, fiddling with my fingers. “Weird is better than normal,” he said without hesitation. “Normal is boring.” “So that’s why you love being weird?”

She just kept scrolling on her phone like this was the most normal thing in the world. Weird. Very weird.

"You mean to say I'm weird" "Yeah because I just called you a weirdo" "No, I'm not" "Ok I've heard you're not weird but how about I call you weird El that sounds cool" "No, it's not, El is just okay, thank you" "Weird El ...Nice" "Hmm and I'll call you violent Diana how about that" "No, I'm not violent" "Really who else carries a knife around if not for violent people" "It was just for safety please" "Hmm I see"

I heard my mother giggle, "It's not every day I manage to get one out of you." Running a hand down my face, I mumbled, "I live with a bunch of weirdos."

He looked confusedly at me “Wait…no way you think you think you’re a god, “ I said to be sure he wasn’t serious And if he was then this man might need some professional help with his ego “I’m kidding “ he laughed while I just started at him blankly “Oh come on. You have to admit that was good “ he nudged me “ you’ve only told a good joke once , hopefully that could increase “ I rolled my eyes “That’s a lie. I’m a naturally funny person, I’m good at telling jokes “ he argued “Yeah, bad jokes “ I sassed and he laughed “See that’s how to be funny. Not by telling weird, scary or just totally off….” I rambled “ yeah, blah blah blah. Just shut the fuck up and kiss me “ he cut me off, tightening hi

It felt good—light, like a breath of fresh air in this park where the wind rustled the leaves around us. We sat on the bench after that, side by side, our shoulders almost touching. He started telling these silly jokes—the kind that weren’t even funny, just dry and ridiculous, like “Why did the scarecrow win an award? Because he was outstanding in his field.” Corny as hell. But I laughed anyway, hard and genuine, because the real joke was how bad they were, how he delivered them with that straight face like he thought they were gold. It warmed me up inside, chasing away the chill for a bit.