Funny Questions To Ask Friends Novels & Stories

His words hit closer to home than I wanted to admit. "That's not true," I said. "Isn't it?" Julian asked. "When was the last time you had dinner with a friend? When was the last time you laughed about something that wasn't work related? When was the last time someone asked how you were feeling instead of how your business was doing?"

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.

he said, his speech kind of slurred. "Then, let's change that," I suggested, still giggling. If I knew that wine would have made me this happy, then I would have started drinking it months ago. "Let's play 21 questions." He chuckled. "What are we? In high school?" "Nnngh, come on! it'd be fun!" I contested. He sighed. "Fine. But 21 questions are too many. Let's stick with five questions." I enthusiastically nodded my head. This was definitely better than nothing.

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—

The women laugh so I do as agreed and close my eyes, I reach out my hand and point my finger and move it from side to side and stop when I think I should and that person will ask the question, when my arm freezes in place I open my eyes and am faced with one of my cousins and she celebrates with a shrug that she will be the one asking the question. "Where did the bride and groom meet?" my cousin asks, and my sister rolls her eyes at the ease of the question. "At work" my friend replies without even thinking. She actually made a list of possible questions and had me answer them all by video call when I told them the dynamics of the game, they all peppered me with questions until I was full fr

“Uh oh. Let’s hear it.” “I feel like there’s a lot about you I don’t know these days. And I want to fix that. So why don’t we play a game of twenty questions.” He raises an eyebrow and folds his arms. “I get to ask you things too?” “Yeah, of course.” “Okay then. Deal.” I grin, pleased with the success. “Okay, tell me about your travels.” “That’s not a question,” he points out. I stick my tongue out at him. “What’s the most interesting place you’ve ever been to?”

The light chuckle at the end of his words has me smiling. “Not so much. I'm more curious if there's somebody who might want to play a prank on you.” Maybe that's all it is. Maybe one of his guy friends played a harmless prank on him. “What kind of prank?” He sounds intrigued and lofty at the same time, somehow.

"And your friends too.” "My friends?” I couldn't tell if he was asking the questions on purpose or if he was just really dumb. I went with dumb. If he was just as smart as I was, he would have deduced some of the tricks I played on him. They were mostly simple lies and it always surprised me how well they worked on him.

Riley, their gay friend who is the funniest of them all asked. I creased my forehead. "What secret?" "Your secret about getting a really handsome and rich husband to be," they asked. I chuckled at what they said. "Yes, miss Natasha, tell us your secret, spill the tea," Joanna chimed in. I can't help but let out a laugh because of their quirkiness. And because I don't know what to tell them too so I just laugh it off. "C'mon, miss. Don't be such a greedy. Tell us."