Funny Friendship Questions Novels & Stories

We exchanged a brief nod of acknowledgment, both knowing that we were about to embark on a quest for truth. Approaching the elderly couple, the young man offered a polite smile, his voice tinged with polite inquiry. "Hello, I'm a close friend of the family. I must admit, I'm a little surprised to see you here. Could you enlighten me on your connection to my friend?" he asked and then all of a sudden the three of them burst into a casual and playful laugh “What the fuck?”

I look at my friend and there was no doubt in my head that she was going to ask something that shouldn’t be asked, “How are you and Mikey?” Chloe’s question was simple and yet I find it hard to give her an answer. So I did what I do best in situations like this and that was to answer her question with another question. “Why do you ask?” I asked her. “Well, both of you are my friends, and if you don’t work out as lovers I want you to be friends,” Chloe said admitted, “I would really hate both of you if you make me choose.” “What if I made you choose?” I asked playfully.

But sometimes, it was fun to be with them since they liked to have me around as I cracked dirty and silly jokes and always kept them entertained. Ian was awkwardly standing behind me when each of my friend present there, started to ask me a series of questions which were as follows-- "So what's going on lately?" "Why didn't you meet us?" "BITCH, WHERE WERE YOU?" "Oh, so you got those two hot older dudes as friends now. Whom are you dating?" "What happened to the pimple on your left butt cheek?" "Where are you going for college?" "Guys?" I called out to them calmly, but that didn't work. They went on and on and I desperately wanted to seal their mouths shut with duct tapes. Or throw them unde

You can start there. I nod slowly. “Finally, someone who makes sense.” Me: I’ll try this. Thanks. I exit the forum, then immediately type: ‘Random fun questions to ask a friend about themselves.’ Enter. My screen floods with suggestions, lists of icebreakers, “cute couple” quizzes, whole threads about date ideas, random memes sprinkled in. I scroll. And scroll. And scroll. “Oh. That’s actually a good question. I’ll keep that.” Next scroll. “That’s funny… but if I ask it, will I sound weird?”

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.

He asked about my plans, my art, and my life beyond high school. "I know I have been mean to you, but I'd like to ask. Liana Bethany Roberts, will you be my friend?" “Yes,” I’d said so eagerly, smiling so hard my cheeks hurt. That was when his friends appeared. They came out of the bushes laughing and clapping, their voices loud and merciless. Someone whistled. Someone else wiped fake tears from their eyes. “Did you really think you had a chance?” one of them had asked between laughs. “You, friends with a Shedrach?” another added.

But Jeremy always entered my mind that I lost track of the movie. “Do you think that best friends could be like that? In real life?” Jeremy’s voice was filled with curiousity and it was making me a little bit awkward since we are the best of friends, yet, here he is, asking me that goddamn thing. I shrugged. “Maybe in the parellel universe. We don’t know,” I shook my head, “It’s a rare case, I guess.” “Then let’s become one of those rare cases.” My eyes widened but upon seeing his playful smirk, I rolled my eyes at him. This motherfucker is teasing me again.

Is this what had become of our friendship? "Why didn't you think about the fact that we were friends before you did what you did?"

He asked me. But rather than replying to his question, I asked him another question, “Don't you have any other best friends”. “No”. He replied to me, making me nod firmly with two of my fingers placed right on my chin. Now his reply confirmed my guesses and thoughts and suspicions. Since he did not have any other best friends, that was the reason why he had the time to poke his nose at my business unlike before. “But why do you ask? You have asked me two weird questions in a row. I want to know what is going on”. He said to me.

So, luckily her friend was out of the way, that was good. "So, away from that now," I said. "Can we go over ourselves before we go see Mum or are you busy?" "Twenty ... Thirty questions or what do they call it, should we do that?" "It's twenty questions, how do you not know that well, did you live under a rock?" I meant it as a joke, but a part of me felt bad for saying it. She seemed like a sensitive person. She gave me a pointed look before saying, "I clearly did not. We can do that. I'll go first, what's your favourite colour?"