Novel & Cerita Funny Questions To Ask Friends

“What is funny?” “You’re so cool, so collected all the time, never showing who you really are. You don’t let any people close to you. I get it, you have a past, you have your secrets, more than most people. It’s funny that someone like you doesn’t realize that other people might have secrets, too.” “Atlas, I’ve no idea what you’re talking about, I think you’re drunk.” “I’m not drunk, I’m just disappointed, yet again, that my best friend keeps lying to me.”

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.

Isabela answered me, with a pretended cutting tone. "¿And? That's a lot in dog years," I said seriously enough for them to believe me. The three of us laughed and plopped down on the couch. Being with my friends did me so much good, whenever I talked to them I always brought out my funny side, I loved to hear people laugh and even more if I was the cause. "So, are you going to my beach house next week?," Amy asked me, changing the subject. They both looked at me expectantly.

He asked. " I... I..." " What?? " " I did, but then I thought that it was my imagination. " I said. " No!! You can ask Sid. Who would know more about me than him?? But what we share is just a beautiful bond called friendship. Real friendship... " He said. " But what was all that?? " I asked. " We must have been just kidding..." He said. " What? Who jokes around like that?? " I asked as I was shocked.

asked Abby, who still did not get it. "Yes. I was asking, have you ever gone out just to have fun with your friends? Or did you just work hard all the time?” Massimo repeated his question. That playboy even made it clear by providing additional information. Abby was silent for a few moments as if contemplating what answer she should give.

"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?" -------------------------------------------------------------

"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 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.

"Twenty Questions? What's that?" "It's a game where we each take turns asking each other a question, and we have to answer truthfully," I explained. "It's a fun way to get to know each other better." Margot hesitated for a moment before nodding. "Alright, I'm in," she said, a hint of uncertainty in her voice. I started with a light-hearted question to ease the tension. "What's your favorite thing to do in your free time?" A smile crept onto Margot's face as she replied, "I love spending time with my family and friends, especially my younger sister. We used to have so much fun together."

"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.