Why U So Serious Novels & Stories

"Are you surprised? Well if you are, don't be." "What do you mean by it'll make no difference, are you crazy?" She cursed under her breath with a frown. "Do you even take the people around you seriously?" "The people that are real to me? Yes." He answered with a face lined with seriousness. "Common, you never liked me in the first place, and we both know that." "What the fuck are you saying?" She squinted her eyes with a stern look on her face. "What are you trying to get at?"

'I am your mate! Christopher looked at her shocked, and laughed. When no one joined in, he stopped and looked at her and then at his brother. 'She's joking, right, Sylvester?' Sylvester shook his head. 'I'm afraid not!' he said. 'I thought you recognized her just now!' Christopher looked puzzled, holding on to his head. 'Are you seriously serious?' he asked looking thoughtfully at Millicent. 'I am seriously serious!' Alpha Sylvester replied smiling because the term, 'seriously serious' reminded him of their teenage years. That was the term they used to show that there was no element of joke in what they were saying.

"Right? You know what? Why don't you give me more time to think? This is overwhelming and I don't have idea about this stuff. I mean, you? Asking me out? That's ridiculous." "Yeah, this is kinda ridiculous but I'm serious." "Hold on a second, last time we met. You and my friend is not quite happy to see each other and I notice that. You're bubbly attitude change into serious like she's some sort of an enemy, like what is happening that time." "I can't tell you what is happening towards us that time, so if you didn't like to accept my invitation that's fine. As long as you wouldn't suffer from depression and anxiety," He is serious when he told me those last two words.

His words made me look at him for a minute. "It is a lot of fun to know about the person we love, so I inquired about you every thing. In short I know you more than you do yourself." "Hey don't love me so much, I don't deserve your love not at all." His words made me confused. What does he mean? Why does he sound so serious? Is something going to happen in our life?

I asked, pinballing between the two of them. They looked at each other like I had grown two heads. Then back at me with a disdainful expression. “You are insane!” “You are here to die. Do you think we care about your stupid money?!” He answered seriously, his tone harsh. Why was it sounding serious? What the hell did he just say? Death?

He responded. “To you. Living so freaking long already would probably make even shitting funny.” I retorted. “It’s not.” “I thought it would be.” “That means you don’t get it.” He shook his head with a regretful expression. I fired back. "I don’t want to. But you should know that not every serious moment needs a joke that only benefits you. If I ask you a question, you’re supposed to give me the right answer.” “I did give you the answer.”

I hissed. He nodded. “You think I believe you actually want to date me? I’m not that stupid.” “Why don’t you believe me?” His stare cut sharp. “Because you’re not serious. You’re just curious. And this game? It’s not good for either of us.” The words hit harder than a blade. Just like my family, who never once took me seriously. “What if I am serious?” My voice dropped low. Julian exhaled like he was tired of carrying the weight of the world. “You can’t be.”

I laugh, my nerves melt just enough for air to come back into my lungs. “There’s more,” he adds, softer now. I tilt my head. “What’s up?” He looks almost… shy. Seth. Shy. This is extremely unfair to my heart rate. “I, uh… told them we’re goddamned serious.” My stomach flips. “Seriously?” I ask. He nods, voice barely above normal. “Because we are and I didn’t want Mom thinking it’s a phase or a rebound or something casual. So I just… said it. That I’m with you and I’m happy and she doesn’t need to worry.”

He adds when I take too long to respond. And he seems more serious than ever. Are we having a problem here? What the hell is going on?

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?”