That Boy - Page 27

He was laughing! Laughing!!!!The sound made my heart flutter!

"What!?" I laughed back. He came out of the closet, moving some shirt sleeves out of his face, and shook his head, still laughing. "You, you are just so damn funny!"

We both were laughing now. Laughing at each other, laughing about the fact we were laughing! My face was red with embarrassment, my ribs hurt with the laughter! I had just shoved him in my closet, leapt on the bed to try and cover the stain, and used my period as an excuse for it! And don't forget me calling him 'dude'!

He fell into my bed, squeezing his eyes shut and cackling ridiculously. I curled up, holding my stomach. What a crazy morning! We tried to catch our breath, and hold in our laughter. He managed to close his mouth, but still laughed in his throat.

I held myself in a sitting position with my shaking arms and wheezed, "Well... well, I just thought..." I couldn't control myself, I burst out laughing again.


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I've never laughed before, it felt so good! She planted her head in her covers, trying to muffle her laughter. She was so funny! I still couldn't believe she said that to her dad! She managed to groan and shake her head. She was so embarrassed! I burst out laughing again, so hard I started crying. "How, how...!" I couldn't speak through my gasps of air. I was laughing too hard!

She threw a finger up at me, saying; don't even ask! She had to come up for air and she sucked in a deep breath, trying to keep a straight face.

"Quick, dude! Get in my closet!" I laughed, mocking her earlier panic attack. That made her heave out another huge laugh again and she leaned back. She let out a squeak of surprise as she slid right off the bed.


She popped back up again, crying with laughter like I was. "My—my parents are gonna hear us!" She laughed, barely having enough breath to speak.

I brought myself back under control, grinning. She did the same, shaking her head and crawling back on her bed. We regained the ability to breathe normally and she huffed out a few lasts laughs. "Dude..."

"Dude!?" I laughed loudly. "Really, that's the best you can do? Dude!?"

She buried her head in the covers again, embarrassed beyond belief. She came back up and shook her head at me, hiding a smile.

Slightly more serious now, she asked; "What should I call you, boy?"

I smiled and closed my eyes, not planning on answering her at all.

"Boy? Is that what I should call you?" She layed on her side. "Boy. Kid. Dude!" She laughed again.

"Freak." I told her. Duh.

"I'm not calling you that." She said firmly, a hint of bitterness in her voice. I opened my eyes and looked at her. Her face was dead serious and her eyes didn't leave mine.

"Then 'Boy' it is..." I slurred, closing my eyes again.

"No! Come on, I'm not even asking for your real name. Just a nickname? One that only I can call you?" She pleaded softly.