Crazy Questions To Ask Novels & Stories

He opened the door, waiting for me to go first. Getting into the car, he turned to look at me. “Do you have another ridiculous question for me hidden in your pockets?” I may be wrong but somehow, he looked eager to know. I had so many questions but I figured I'd be pushing my luck if I asked them so I decided to play it safe yet again by asking another simple question. Okay, not just simple, but ridiculous as well. But in my defense, I really wanted to know. “What's your favorite color?”

“ he had some crazy ass kinks you wouldn’t believe it” “ it can’t be that bad” “ he wanted me to answer biology questions” After a moment of silence “ GURLLL WHAT!?”.

I don’t know what he means “Yeah, you know” he looks a little awkward now. “they are going to ask bitchy and stupid questions to try and get you to respond in anger or without thinking, most likely about Leo or the asylum. Maybe just straight up make shit up like ask you if you know Leo is getting married now or something” My head whips up to look him in the eye so fast at that last part I almost give myself whiplash. “Sorry? He’s what?”

He asks, looking back away toward where the maid had disappeared. “I was just wondering,” I begin, not really sure if there was an appropriate way to ask the question or if I should just come out and say it, “, why are some people so weird around you and others aren’t?” The question seemed to take him by surprise as his ears lift slightly and pull back. I didn’t even know he could do that. Then he smiles warmly,

"Nope. Do you?" "Nah. Do you have any weird quirks? Like, my best friend says I always cross my legs when eating, but never when I’m drinking." His eyebrows rose. “Why are we having this interview session, giglio?" "We're playing twenty-one questions, Luca." I rolled my eyes. "You're weird." He just looked at me for a while. "Oh, I know. So, quirks?" -------------------------------------------------------------

I read through some and then I shook my head and dropped it as I got to my feet, placing my hands over my head. “This is ridiculous,” I said. He looked up. “What is ridiculous?” “These questions. One of them is asking whether I’ve had an abortion. What kind of stupid question is that?” “Like I said,” he reiterated, “these are possible questions… questions to get you off guard, to get you angry, mad, to make sure that you are put off your game.” “Well, I’m surely put off my game by these questions,” I said. “What do you want me to say in court when they ask me all these questions?”

I asked, confused from his statement earlier. “What do you mean ‘why’?” His brows furrowed. He sounded like he was closed to doing tantrums. That was how I interpret him. “You are weird.” You are risking your job, Cejay for being straightforward to your boss. “I mean, why are you asking me that kind of question?” He is really weird, okay? I am very sure of it.

His eyes light up. “Does this ‘no harm in asking’ rule only apply to flirting or can it apply to other questions too?” He asks. I shrug. “I don’t know. I just don’t answer questions I don’t want to answer.” I conclude. “Perfect, In that case, what is your favourite colour?” He asks politely. “Huh?” I respond dumbly. “Your favourite colour. What is it?” He repeats. “Purple?” I respond. He nods seriously. “A good choice. I like green"