Why U So Serious Novels & Stories

No jokes. “I’m sorry,” he said immediately. I folded my arms. “I’m serious,” he said quickly. “I shouldn’t have joked. I shouldn’t have said any of that.” “Then why did you?” I shot back. He dragged a hand through his hair, frustration written all over his face. “Because I didn’t know what else to do.” I scoffed. “That’s not an excuse.” “I know,” he said. “But it’s the truth.” I shook my head, stepping back. “You don’t get to turn something that mattered—to me—into a punchline.”

Adrian told her and Isabel scoffed. "Just so you know, you are probably the first person that thinks of me as a serious person. Every other person thinks that I am pretty much an unserious person and I actually agree with them because I'm not as serious as you think I am. I agree that sometimes I can sound pretty serious but trust me, I am not the serious type and I don't always take every single thing that personal. The only reason I reacted this way to what you said was because of the fact that I did not want you to look down on yourself for any reason at all," Isabel clarified.

I waited for him to tell me 'JK, LOL, aunty you take things too seriously', then I would warn him never to joke about stuff like that and storm off. However, the look on his face was that of grim seriousness and desperation. Not at all one of mischief, but I guessed it was part of the act. He wanted me to say something before blowing up with laughter, I was tired of waiting. "Can I laugh?," I enquired although I had no desire to. If he was trying to joke, it was nowhere near funny. "Aunty mi, I'm dead serious. This is no laughing matter," he responded with an expression as serious as mine.

“Is this a serio‍us‍ thinking or normal thinking?” Ava blink‍ed at him. “What’s the diffe‍rence?‍” Noah pointed with syrup‍ on hi‍s finge‌r. “Serious thi⁠nking⁠ mak⁠es people quiet and weird.” Liam mutter⁠ed. “⁠That’s accurate.” Av‍a gave‌ a small laugh. It s‌lipped out befor‍e she could s‌to‍p it‌.

“You aren’t serious, right?” Every heartbeat felt like a drumbeat in my ears as I searched his face for a hint that this was all a joke. But the unwavering seriousness in his expression made me swallow hard. “No,” I said, shaking my head. “It doesn’t work like that. It can’t work like that.” “Why? What’s so hard to accept? Or do you despise my house that much?”

“You’re actually serious?” She stopped, turned slightly, and looked up at me. “I’m deadly serious.” My breath caught in my throat. “Then who?”

“Why are you guys so damn serious? What the fuck is happening and why wont you guys just spill it out already or has my father perhaps been raised out of the grave and is he on his way back home to hunt me for my sins, is that what you guys want to talk to me about??” I laughed dryly at my stupid joke to lessen the awkwardness I was feeling because they did not seem like they were ready for anything other than serious business so there was not even a sound of a chuckle, everyone just maintained their over serious faces and that was when I was sure that whatever they wanted to say was something that would need me to have people around me so that would console me and that was the reason they m

As soon as he laughed, I knew his answer. "In your face that is always serious and in your eyes that always look bad? You think you're not a serious person? Did you really ask?" I want to ask who he is. But at the same time I'm scared to know who is he. "But why? Why is no one taking me seriously?" Only silence prevailed between the two of us. "... Andaming is not serious about flirting. Is it because I'm ugly and fat?" Even with my eyes closed, I could feel my tears.

“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.

It just… confirmed what I already knew. “In what way?” I asked quietly. He exhaled slowly, like he was choosing his words carefully. “It makes everything more real,” he said. “More… serious.” I swallowed slightly. Because that word again—serious—carried weight now. More than before. I looked away briefly, then back at him. “I don’t want this to be the only reason we’re trying to fix things,” I said. That made him pause. “It’s not,” he said firmly. I studied his face for a moment, searching for hesitation, for doubt.