All About Me Questions Novels & Stories

Me: "*scoffs* How is that my concern Mr. Royal? "Is your friend not curious about who you are texting" Me; "No, why should she?It's my privacy, she understands it's absurd to pry on people's privacy. Unlike some people" "Since when did I become your private person*smirks*" Me: "I want to sleep now, since you don't have any important reason to contact me" "Allie, go on a date with me"

he inquired, and though I found the question odd, I nodded. “Good. Let's start with the first question: What is your name?” he asked, to which I responded, “Zoey.” He hummed in acknowledgment, jotting something down before looking back at me. “What year is it?” he continued, causing me to furrow my brow. Nonetheless, I answered, “We are in the year 2015, specifically March.” He hummed again, noting down my response. “Tell me about your family,” he asked. “Yes, I have a mom, dad, and a sister. Where are they?” I inquired urgently. “Don't worry, you'll see them,” he assured me, but his words did not stop me from worrying.

Victoriå I stared out of the window as he continued driving, humming to myself as I thought about what I was going to say at the interview tonight. Then again, they all asked basically the same questions. How I got recognized so quickly, What my childhood was like, If I was dating Landon or not- It made me wonder if Landon ever saw those awkward moments in interviews where they'd ask that. I always passed on the question, not really wanting to give off much about my personal life.

" Grace's delicate fingers move the clipboard she had brought out earlier across the desk in front of us. I grab for the clipboard and click the pen attached to it before answering the obligatory questions. N A M E B I R T H D A T E O The letter A D D R E S S THE WEIGHT C U P U P A T I O N Y E C O L O U R E C O L O U R H A I R The questions become more personal from there: Do you experiment with drugs for fun? Tattoos/Piercings? How many sexual partners do you have? Have you given up your virginity? Do you consume alcohol in excess? As Poppy tells Lory about her recent date with Adan, I scribble my answers on the paper. His next date appears to be extremely great.

I eyed the food he left on my plate and thanked Soren before adding impishly, "So… everything?" "Everything." I suppressed an evil grin. "How much do you have in your savings? What about your pin number? Tell me about your property and cars. How many girlfriends have you ever had? Who did you have a crush on before? Has anyone ever had a crush on you? Do you have 'a girl that got away?'" I immediately dropped a list. "Tell me—everything!"

Still, I didn’t know much about him and every time I asked, he avoided my questions. “You look like you have a lot on your mind,” he said. “I do. I have tons of questions. In all this time together, I’ve talked more about myself than you’ve said anything.” I sighed. “For example, how did you get yourself off the streets? Did you go to college? If yes, what did you major in? What do you do? What’s your passion? Who the hell are you?”

"Now it's your turn. Write down everything about yourself. I need to know it all." "Everything?" "Everything. Your childhood, your parents, your favorite food, what movies make you cry, what you're afraid of. If someone asks me about my fiancée, I need to have answers." I stared at the blank page. Where did I even start? "Start with the basics," Alexander said, as if reading my mind. "We'll fill in the details as we go." For the next two hours, we sat at that kitchen island, exchanging information like we were preparing for a deposition. Alexander asked questions, I answered. Then I did the same.

“I can’t.” “You have to.” “What do I even say?” “Tell the truth.” I glare at her, “That truth got me pregnant.” She rolls her eyes again, “Fine. Just ask questions.” I stare at the blinking cursor, my fingers hesitating above the keyboard before I finally type. *How old are you?* The three little dots appear almost instantly; he’s typing. Why is my heart racing? *23* I release a breath I didn’t realize I was holding. Twenty-three. Exactly what we asked for. Sandy bumps a fist into the air. “Yes!”

"Why do you want to know about me? I'm just boring old Trisha." "Humor me? Come on, if you do I'll tell you my biggest secret that no one else knows about me." His eyes twinkled as he spoke. "I want to hear about you. What's your family like? Any siblings? What do you do for a living? Your hobbies?" "That's a lot to answer." Trisha shook her head. "I can't possibly answer all that in one sit down."

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