Who Said Why So Serious Novels & Stories

His voice lacked humor. "Is that what matters right now? We are talking about something serious and that is all you are worried about?" "This is not a serious conversation. You are the one who is deciding to make it into a serious one." She scoffed as soon as she heard those words. "I can see that you don't care whether it affects me or not."

I am totally clueless about this guy. "Yes?" I asked him because I found his behavior strange. "Oh, I just thought you looked beautiful today." Is this what they call "the moves"? Because it's so lame. "I have a headache from one Lopez already, please, do not add to the equation." He cackled and replied, "I'm just joking, you're taking things too seriously." If being this problematic means being serious, then I guess I am problematic. "Well, I'm not a fan of 'You Only Live Once'." I am being completely honest here.

He put his hand on my shoulder and said in serious voice while looking at me worriedly. He was very fun-loving man but when he was serious, it's mean that thing was very important. "Why do you want me to give it a chance?" I raised my left eyebrow and asked him in serious tone. Continued…… 🪶🪶🪶🪶🪶

It made me laugh again. “Why are you laughing like that?” Serena asked, eyeing me suspiciously and I shrugged. “Nothing special, nothing serious. It’s just funny” I replied and Serena raised an eyebrow at me but I just merely shrugged again. “Something I thought was something else but suddenly made a lot of sense to me right now. I’m finding it funny because I made a big deal out of it and now it’s such a trivial matter” I added and Serena nodded.

“Wеll, ѕhе hаd nо еnеmіеѕ, ѕо I can’t іmаgіnе thіѕ was рlаnnеd, but thе thing іѕ, thоѕе guуѕ were dеаdlу ѕеrіоuѕ, so thаt makes me think іt’ѕ nоt a rаndоm rаре саѕе, either.” Mу serious tone seems to mаkе hіm sit uр and рау a little mоrе аttеntіоn. “Ahh, that’s rіght,” he ѕауѕ. “Yоu’rе press. Of соurѕе you’ve gоt an оріnіоn.”

I couldn’t tell. But before I could dwell on it further, Damien spoke up, his voice devoid of any amusement. “Wait, you were being serious?” he asked, his tone incredulous. “Damn right I was serious,” I snapped, my anger boiling over. “Why the hell would I joke about something this sensitive?” Damien’s face twisted into a defensive scowl as if my words hit him like a slap in the face. “I don’t know?” he retorted, his voice laced with frustration. “Maybe because we decided to keep things fucking professional! No strings attached, remember?”

“You aren't wearing the ring I gave to you anymore. Is that why you think it is just fun?” “No, ” I said and wet my lips. “Look, that was a joke and nothing serious okay?” He deepened his eyes into me. “Kind of looked like it because it's something you bring up all the time and to you it might be a joke but to everything being said as a joke, there's an ioto of truth in there.” This was getting a little out of hand and I was wondering why he was so serious about the issue.

Again, seriously, what has changed? Why does it seem like I'm surprised when I say, "Hello? Mr. Serious?" Am I attractive? Oh, I still haven't even mended myself. I gave him a sharp smack on the shoulder and saw that he returned to his thoughts right away. He questioned gravely, "What are you doing in here," and I almost gasped. I laughed before stopping when his face turned serious. "Are you okay huh? Do you have something wrong with your brain right now?," he asked.

Iris said. "Are you serious?" "Very serious."

It was just a small laugh that slipped out before I could stop it. “You’re serious?” “Yes.” I shook my head, still smiling. “That’s actually funny.” “It’s not a joke.” That made it worse. I tried to stop laughing. I really did. I pressed my lips together and looked away for a second, but something about the way he said it , so calm, so sure, like he’d just stated the weather made it impossible. “I don’t understand why you’re laughing,” he said, watching me now with that serious look that wasn’t helping at all.