Funny Friendship Questions Novels & Stories

she said gently, “could we be friends?” The question caught me off guard. Friends?

it's hurting my feelings” You know what let's play a game. It's called How much do you know about your best friend “Seems like a nice game, I'm going to win though” “Is that so? If you don't know the answer you'll just have to drink some more” “Agreed” *I'll ask first, what was your best friend doing last night?” That's a tough question. I thought you were going to ask her favourite colour or something. Plus we're having a little break in transmission but we'll fix it soon—

He sighed again as he tutted, “I do not see what you are trying to accomplish.” I threw my hands up in defeat, “Okay, another question. What is my favorite color?” Ford looked baflwed, “what is this nonsense?” “Who am I closer to? My dad or my mom?” He didn’t answer, so I fired another round of questions, “what are my grandparents called? Which one is my favourite? Who is my best friend? What food do I hate? What food is my favorite? Oh… Last one… What have I been doing for the last couple of weeks to help this pack?”

Annie giggled, “You’re always so curious, Aunty Dee.” “Some call it curious,” I joked. “Some call it nosy.”

"Good. Now, I've been dying to interrogate you and I think now we're officially friends, I can." "We're officially friends, are we?" I laugh at her beaming smile and excessive nodding, twisting so I'm facing her, my arm lying along the back of the sofa. "Ok, so what do you want to do, twenty questions? I get to ask them too." "Ooo deal. I'm going first. Ok." She bites her bottom lip, scrunching up her face while she thinks. "Ok, um… have you really already got children?" "What?" I burst out laughing, shaking my head at the absurdity of what she's just asked. "No way, where did that even come from?"

Lack of subject matter and the challenge of having a long talk. "Luna, ever wonder if men and women can just be friends without falling for each other?" That question caught me off guard. Twelve hours into the journey, Rafe was back with his strange inquiries. "What's that supposed to mean?" "I mean, can't a guy and a girl be just friends without any romantic stuff?" "I don't know, I've never really had guy friends," I replied, and Rafe gave a thoughtful nod. He seemed to be pondering something. "I told you I'm not into you, right?" Rafe asked again, and I nodded in response.

Even though that's usually what people say when you should do the opposite of trusting someone. I'm suckered in. "Let's do it." I skip ahead of him, turning to walk backward so I can see his face. His grin softens into something really happy. "First question: favourite TV series." This is easy. But if his goal is for us to say the same answer, he's going to lose because my answer is as niche as it is bad. I brace myself as we both answer. "Fringe." We turn to look at each other, bursting out laughing at the same time.

The night went on, cloaked in silence and twinkles of light, but for the four friends seated on the patterned blanket on the balcony, time remained frozen. “Your turn,” Amanda chirped as she returned the bottle to the floor and turned it. They'd been playing a game of truths, and it had been pretty superficial, not going beneath the surface. The questions that were asked were the usual, name of their schools, favorite color, best childhood memory, and preferred TV show. Amanda smiled when she mentioned the Simpsons. It was so cliche but even after all these years, her love for it never reduced.

I had friends while I was growing up, and some of those friendships paid me back in a huge way. "I am your friend; now you know that," I conceded to her words. "If your mate dies, would you find another lady to get married to?" Her question confused me; I wanted her to repeat the question. "I didn't hear what you said." "Never mind. Since you didn't hear a word I said, let's toss it off our minds." She wasn't going to ask such a question again because she was scared it would make me angry, and answering her question would prove I'm childish.

Dominic was staring at me, and once again like always, I felt extremely uncomfortable under his scrutinizing gaze. "What part of asking to be friends with you is funny?" he finally asked. "I don't know. Maybe everything." I shrugged. "Everything, how?" he asked. "I don't know why, but the sound of you asking us both to be friends is hilarious." I replied. "Hilarious? Explain yourself, because I still don't understand how asking for a friendship with you can be considered funny let alone hilarious." "I don't know why, but I find it weird. We're married after all, isn't it a little too late to be asking for a friendship?" I said.