Laughing like there was a stand up death match night at the comedy club with Robin Williams and Chris Rock both telling black jokes. I rolled out from behind the bench as my older brother told his friend he liked her. This was only funny because she started laughing at him. I had tried to hold it back myself but after about five minutes I realized she wasn't happy to hear this, but rather didn't take him seriously. That was funny all on it's own. Take into account that he was head over heels for this girl "friend" of his and it was hilarious.
As I rolled out from behind the bench my brother turned and walked away angry and upset, which only made me laugh harder. He was always doing this, meeting a girl and falling for her. Never did she return the feelings, and two times out of three she'd find it funny. I'm sure the third thought it was funny too but just managed to escape sight before bursting into laughter.
Suddenly though she got serious and called out to him to stop. He did almost hesitantly, as if it was his imagination. The look on her face seemed concerned, like everything that was so funny only moments ago all made sense now. He turned with tear streams in pause on his face, as though on hold until needed again. She looked at him and asked him if he was serious. He replied only with a node of approval. After that a moment passed where we all sat in silence. She was searching his face for something, any sign of dishonesty. Then all at once she smiled, and stood. He smiled too, and they walked off down the park trail holding hands and giggling like children.
I just lay there, staring into the darkness where they had vanished. That was the first time he'd gotten a girl to like him. Then I couldn't help it, I just started laughing again. I was thinking about what she'd do if he asked to touch her butt.
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