Why U So Serious Novels & Stories

"Tsk, I am serious!" “But, seriously. Do not be afraid. That's normal. You can't always be happy because those times, when you are down, that's when you realize that you are strong and can faced the next struggles and problems you will encounter. And also, think positive always, okay? L” I stared at him. I think this is another Zaine in front of me now. He lost the seriousness aura that he always used nor the Zaine who was always smiling. This was his other side. Another version of himself.

I find myself asking him angrily, with a very loud voice, forcing him to quickly turn his head to look at me with a serious intensity in his eyes. "You really want me to prove it to you right now? Don't worry, probably when the first person strikes you and renders you senseless, maybe that is when you are going to understand this is not a joke, Serena. Okay, we need to be serious right now. I am not fucking kidding." It is so hard to ignore the intensity in his voice, making it plainly obvious to me that this is a situation whereby we can't just cross our arms and allow fate to take its course.

I literally had things to do with myself. "Stop with the joke. I don't have time for this." I rebuked his talk immediately. He made a serious face. "But I'm not joking. I'm being serious right now. I have my reasons for it. Listen to me first. Please." He uttered. And, I could tell from his facial expression that he was dead serious. But if that was the case, he was obviously crazy. Live with him? Leave my family? What was he even saying?

Was he being serious right now? I was livid to say the least. “Are you fucking joking right now?” I roared, but he smirked even though my eyes were shooting daggers at him. “Do you think this is funny to me?” No answer. “I fucking hate you.” I slapped his chest, pushing him hard until he was nearly tumbling over. But he recovered fast and regained his composure. His smile dropped at my words and only then did he realize how serious I was. “Fuck! I’m sorry. That was stupid of me. I just...”

"I still don't understand why you are so serious about winning. You refuse to listen to whatever coach has to say, and you are here practicing by yourself." "Because I don't have time to listen to any mundane speech from him," I snort. "We are going to win. We have to." "And if we don't win, that's fine." I stop and give him a glare that is hard enough to dry his blood. "Bro, what's the matter with you? Why have you taken this so seriously? These guys, the bison, are professionals! No one is actually betting on us to win." "We are going to win."

His teasing expression faded. "I do." The words weren't playful. They were steady. "I always have," he continued. "You just... never noticed." "That doesn't make sense," she said softly. "You mock me. You provoke me." A quiet laugh. "You think I insult people I don't care about? Sera... I pull attention. It's what I do. Especially when I don't know how to handle something real." She stared at him. "You're serious." "I've never been more serious."

"Peanut, I have something really serious to discuss with you." And I almost forgot about him. I made an exaggerated show of rolling my eyes before walking away from him. But he just walked up to me again. "Did you just walk away from me when I was pouring my heart to you?" He mock gasped. "Yup. That's exactly what I did. We both know that whenever you say, 'super serious issue,' it just ends up being something really stupid," I answered, staring pointedly at him.

He hesitated, watching her for a moment, all through the time he looked at her, he saw how her face was; it was lined with seriousness. “Are you serious about that?” He asked, squinting his eyes for some moment. “You should know fully well that there are times when people don't joke.” “I take everything seriously, including everyday,” she answered in a brusque tone. “And besides, I've never seen you joke, so why would I?” “You might never know,” he shrugged, heaving a huge sigh. “But wait, there's something I'm not understanding here, is it that you are willing to employ me, or you have someone who-”

He said, his tone serious. I wasn't even quarreling with him over this so why was he being so serious Scoffing I said, "I really don't know why you're telling me that. You're a good husband. Kudos!" "Do you think I'm a good husband?" His eyes lit up in .... Happiness? I couldn't tell. I had a lot to say to him but I wasn't about to open up that old wound. "Why are we having this discussion? I am not a marriage counselor nor a therapist so please" Emptying my cup of parfait, I dipped my hand into the bag, searching for a serviette. When I found it, I damped it around my lips.

I nibbled at my bottom lip and just shrugged in response, "Maybe." Shaking his head in amusement, he let out a low chuckle, "And what if I am?" I punched him lightly on the biceps, "What do you find so funny about it?" He grazed his fingers through his hair, "Because I don't see what's so serious about this. I mean...what's the rush about having kids?" I rolled my eyes, "It's not about rushing...I'm just worried about what if we won't be able to have kids of our own?"