You Forgot The Funny Novels & Stories

"I liked beneath us. It felt more like actually living." There was something disarming about watching Killian Carter, a man who'd once flirted with a junior associate just to make a point, fumble through selecting a bowling ball two sizes too heavy for his hand out of pure stubborn pride. "You're terrible at this," I said, laughing for what felt like the first time in weeks as his ball veered dramatically into the gutter on his second throw. "I'm rusty," he corrected, scowling at the lane like it had personally wronged him. "It's been years."

An old rock song exploded from the speakers at a volume that made my ears ring. I blinked at her through the open window. “What did I forget?” She threw the Jeep into reverse, grin widening as she started backing out. And then she shouted over the music— “YOU FORGOT YOUR HAM!”

"You have no idea–I was just joking around, but those disgusting guys went crazy asking me for your contact." The old me would have already been crying, asking her how she could do this to me, voice breaking. Not this me. My teeth clenched so hard they hurt. My whole body trembled with anger. I snatched the flyer out of her hand and slapped her across the face. Tara screamed, clutching her cheek in disbelief. "You hit me? I treat you like my best friend, and you can't even take a joke anymore?" Best friend? I let out a cold laugh.

I listened for a moment, already feeling irritation gather behind my eyes, then said, “Let them in.” The guards looked back at me once before stepping aside. The three of them came in, and for a second none of them spoke. They had crossed cities and countries to get here, yet standing in front of me seemed to strip them of every prepared word. Matthias was the first to try. “The doctors told us the surgery may have affected your memory,” he said. “That’s all right. Even if you forgot us, we can start again.” Enzo stepped closer, restless and unsteady. “You don’t have to remember everything. We do. Whatever you want to know, we’ll tell you.”

His hand lingers for only a second, just enough, then our foreheads lightly touch. Neither of us planned it and neither of us moves. His eyes meet mine. "So…..." "So?" "I forgot what I was going to say." I smile. "I don't think you had anything." "I definitely did." "You looked very confident." "I was." "And now?" "I've completely lost it." My laugh comes quietly. "I don't mind." "I was going to make a joke." "You still can." "I don't remember it." "I'll pretend it was funny." "It probably wasn't."

That wrecked him. He limped toward me, reaching for my hand. I stepped back like it was nothing. "Mister, keep this up and I'm calling the cops." His eyes were wild, voice cracking as he yelled, "I don't believe you forgot me! Rhea, you said forever! I only forgot you because of that temporary amnesia—but I remember now! I know you're the one I love!" I laughed. Hard. What a clown. Acting like some tragic lover. Would he have "remembered" so fast if I hadn't walked away for good? Doubt it. He'd still be playing house with Juliet and her stupid little props.

Mira asked. John drew a breath to steady himself. Only with Mira did he allow himself to be natural. Knowing he was struggling, she stopped and turned to him, laying a hand on his bicep, she looked him in the eye. "Take you time John. No one else is here to hear you and they cannot make fun of you if they cannot hear you." Mira was angered somewhat. John was the youngest son of her father's closest friend and was born with a mild stutter. Because of this he was the target of bullies. Sometimes even his own family would laugh at him. Never realizing that their reaction to his affliction was painful for him.

I forgot about that "This is annoying" I mumbled

I say. “Oh is that it..” He chuckles. “Well let me tell ya..” He stops for a while.. “Whoops sorry..” I faintly hear someone yell ‘watch where your going!’ I chuckle at his clumsiness. “As I was saying..” He pauses. “What was I saying?” He asks. “You were about to tell me something.. I don’t know..” I was grinning. “Well I forgot.. Now I’m sad.” “I don’t think you’ll remember any of it tomorrow anyway..”

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