Funny Friendship Questions Novels & Stories

"I don't hate maybe I am disappointed by some people but I don't hate anyone" "kindness it's still alive I see" "favourite colour" "Blue" "I can see that" I pointed. He chuckled and asked "I can't ask you favourite food because it's obvious so favourite singer" "Umm..... I don't usually pay any attention to singers I just listen to the songs I don't know more than two singers" I said taping my chin. that it's how we spend our evening playing twenty questions which stretched for two hours laughing and knowing each other weird things.

“Leonie is just a friend and she will always be my friend unless she says otherwise.” “Otherwise?” Was he talking about relationships here? “Like unfriend me to become my enemy,” he answered casually. “Is there another antonym for friendship?” Again, I could see that he was telling the truth. But why is it so hard for me to accept it? “So you are not expecting more than friendship?” I pressed. “More, as what? A family member? Or a cousin?” “As a girlfriend.” He frowned slightly. “No.” The answer was immediate. Too immediate.

She teased, grinning from ear to ear. "What babes are you talking about? I'm as single as a Pringle," he replied and they all burst into a long round of laughter. They went on, teasing and passing jabs at each other. It was all fun and exciting and you could see how much they loved it from the way they were smiling. "Sara, you wait a moment…. You've been really hyperactive, asking everyone about their relationships. How about yours? You've got a new date already?" Her close friend asked, winking mischievously at her.

I want to tuck away those strands. "Friendship? What type of friendship?" I'm doubtful, my eyes narrow into slits letting him know I'm not trusting his words. An offer of friendship from a powerful man such as him, something's really fishy. I see a faint hint of smile playing on his lips, "how many type of friendships do you know?" He asks playfully. I stand straight, clearing my throat, understanding his double meaning, "how can we be friends? Friends are usually of the same social circle, they tease each other, joke around, help each other and also playfully insult each other sometimes" I say gauging his reaction carefully.

"Do you know how weird it is, that I can put the two and two together? It's like when I hear you moan ‘ahhhhh’ then I know oh she's doing this, and when-" "Okay stop it." I'm mad more than being embarrassed right now. "It's like fitting the puzzle just by listening. Isn't it cool?" "Cool your ass,” I murmur, shifting my gaze to the window, far away to the neighbourhood of where I grew up. We're almost there. "Did he fuck you good?" "What kind of question is that?!" He has no right to ask that kinda thing. "Just asking, as a best friend." Oh right, he's my best friend too. Not just an ex-fuck buddy. Okay, he has the right.

“I believe that.” After a moment, I spoke again. “Gary,” I said, keeping my tone light, “can I ask you something?” He looked up. “Yes.” “Would you like to be friends?” He froze. Actually froze. He stopped chewing. Looked down at his plate. Thought. I waited. After a long moment, he looked back at me. “Friends do what?” he asked. I smiled softly. “They talk. They laugh. They look out for each other.”

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.

"Sorry, shit... I...they shouldn't..." "I know they shouldn't, those guys can be very blunt," he chuckled seeming amused with my friends. "I understand if you're not interested. But we seemed to get along..." "Are you single? Married? How about children? Are you even out?" I asked all the essential questions in rapid succession, then felt the heat creeping up my cheeks seconds later feeling embarrassed for throwing it out there.

she added. How come we both do not have an answer to the same number? Being friends for years made our brain cells work the same. Is this what they call "what are friends are for?" "Ask Steven. He seems to know the answer." Shiela said, pointing at Steven using her mouth. "Wait, I will try to ask him." I said and walked towards his chair. I am somewhat shy about asking him. We don't really interact with each other inside our classroom. But I think we are friends already. He won't ask me how often to go with him to the library if he is uncomfortable with me, right?

I grab it and hand him one beer. "Yes, it is a good thing that men invented an opener so you too can feel useful, huh ?" I laugh hard. This is going very well. There is nothing more to this than friendship. How many times have I thought 'friendship' and 'friends only' this last week? "How are you doing then ?" He looks at me seriously. For a moment I am confused. Does he mean how I manage to be friends with him ? I come to mind about the question we ask each other every day, and sigh in relief.