SoDisclaimer: I don't anything but the plot of this fanfiction. Deal with it.
Yeah, I know I've been M.I.A. for a REALLY long time. All of my stuff got deleted and I lost my plot and inspiration. But here's a oneshot that will hopefully sustain you guys until I finish the next chapter of Before The Storm. Thanks. Oh, to add to the story, it helps to take your time reading it. So slowing down will give you the full effect.
The "funny one" has girl troubles.
So I'm the FUNNY ONE.
They laugh with me. (At me, sometimes)
Except for her.
Never her.
She laughs at him, with him, even worse.
Even when it was MY JOKE!!
Heh. HIM and HER.
The thought sickens me.
I hate it.
I hate him. Them.
But not her. I absolutely love--no, I'm absolutely in love with her.
You know, I even told her.
Once again, I was just being "funny."
It was just a "joke."
At least, that's what she thought.
I'm a joke. But that wasn't.
That hurt.
And not the 'I laughed so hard and long my stomach started to ache' kind of hurt. I'm used to that kind of hurt.
Definitely not, though. This was a gut-grabbing, tear-evoking, heart-breaking kind of hurt.
It stung. It stings.
It's not funny in the least bit.
But that doesn't matter.
He will continue to steal my jokes.
And she will continue to LAUGH.
I will watch. I'll listen. I'll hurt.
Beacause I have No Choice.
I'm not allowed to feel sadness.
I'm not allowed to feel.
I can only tell jokes and hope that one day she finds it humorous. Inviting, maybe.
Then I can REALLY show her.
Show her I'm not just a joke.
Unfortunately, it's a long shot.
And kind of depressing, too.
But I'll smile anyway. I have to.
I'm the FUNNY ONE.