Why Are You Laughing Novels & Stories

We laughed crazily, not knowing exactly why. Nothing seems funny but we were laughing. Geez! I stopped laughing to catch my breath while Brianna already had tears in her tears because of how hard she laughed. "Okay girls! Why the laughter?" I asked. "You should Brianna, she started it first." Blair chuckled softly. "So Brianna?" I glared playfully at her. She wiped her tears and stood up from the bed, facing Blair and I.

“Why are you laughing, you psycho?” Adrian’s face twisted in confusion and disgust. “What’s so damn funny?” His eyes narrowed, as if me laughing was worse than any insult. Tricia’s voice was quick to join in. “Yeah, tell us, freak. What’s so funny?” She folded her arms, waiting like she’d already won. I stopped laughing and straightened up, though my throat still hurt from it, but I found enough courage to answer. My voice didn’t even shake this time. “You!”

'Mom I am just exercising' They always said that but no matter what I tell about her she will just look at me with a very annoying glare as if there was some child who disturb their rules of going out of his room. I am not even small as Emma and Rico for them to act this way. How I wish that incident never happened. Slightly smiling, I didn't notice that a small laugh escape my mouth. “Why are you laughing?” Lhana mumbled with slight annoyance. “Because whk knows if you did something fool again"

Giselle asked why laughing to hide the tears that started to fall from her eyes. "Because we're crazy, and we're best friends." They both laughed and continued chatting.

“Why were you laughing?” “BECAUSE HE MADE A BAD PUN ABOUT EXCEL.” “What pun?” “It doesn’t matter!” “Tell me.” “OH MY GOD—” He steps closer. Jealous. Possessive. Annoyingly gorgeous. And then he says it: “I don’t want other men making you laugh.” My breath stops. Instantly. Because he says it so quietly. So seriously. So unfiltered. “I—um—well—laughing is good for my mental health?”

Who laughs without reason? “Althea is mad at me.” He plainly said. “… Oh.” His roommate looked at him like he lost his head or somehow grew a tail. He laughed because someone is mad at him. “Is that even something you can laugh about? I thought you were serious with her.” “I am.” The guy is even more bewildered. “Then why are you laughing? Should you not clear or mend things up?” “Of course, I will. I can’t let my girl stay mad at me when I am away.”

He stopped and gave me the evil eye, "You need to stop joking around. What you are going through is serious and it hurts you to laugh." I said, "I know, but if I don't laugh, I'm going to cry. I hate crying."

I pondered for a moment, then typed, "The one where we're laughing at that silly joke you made. Your smile is my favorite." Her reply was swift, "I remember that! You have the best laugh." I chuckled at her words, "Well, you have the best jokes. It's a perfect match." The conversation flowed effortlessly, a dance of words that mirrored the rhythm of our connection. As we continued chatting, the miles between us seemed to vanish. She shared anecdotes from her day, and I found solace in the sound of her virtual laughter. I couldn't help but tease her, "You know, our photos don't do justice to your laughter. I miss hearing it in person."

"Why are you laughing?" Anna asked, her voice tinged with confusion. "Sorry, sorry, I’m really sorry," Audrey gasped between fits of laughter, struggling to catch her breath. Finally, she managed to stop and said, "I was just laughing because you looked so funny. But never mind, I get it—you’re an emotional girl. Oh, and don’t be offended by this, but do you watch K-dramas?" "Yes," Anna replied, a bit hesitant.

I quickly pushed him and looked at him angrily. "You!" shouted angrily while pointing at him. I heard him laugh softly so I was dumbfounded. Shit! Why is he so hot when he laughs? I closed my eyes tightly and shook my head. What am I thinking, hey.