Funny Questions To Ask Friends นิยาย & เรื่องราว

"Me?, What about you who always has a pep talk in her pocket to tell everyone, I am sure that your friend Kelly is tired of them?" "Did she say that?" "Nope, but she said something close to it." I shook my head. "That is not true; I do not give pep talks on all occasions, only in serious situations where I cannot help but give the person some comfort words," I said jokingly but a little seriously. "Should we ask your friend to tell us if it is the truth or a lie? She is just right there." I scoffed, "Sure, let's go ask her."

Her sense of humour is very rare and savage. "Do you want me to tell a very long tale right at this moment?" I inquired and I saw the nerdy lady and the two other lady smiled as a sign of approval, but the short-haired lady oppose. "You can do it later. Massage my back first" I look at the nerdy lady and she just smiled at me. "If it happens that we go back to the real world would you still consider us as your friend or like a person you once knew?" Said by the nerdy lady.

“Thank you for staying with us, Kath.” The game continued and it was one of the weirdest set of questions and dares I've ever encountered in my life. They would ask questions like ' do you know who invented the chalk?' or ' I dare you to act like the most popular person ever existed in this whole wide world. Weird but atleast...we're happy..

At the casual cruelty. At the shallow conversations. And a question rose in my mind, quiet but sharp. Were they ever really my friends? Or were they just… part of the plan? Would they even show up for me if I lost someone close, like Ryker did for his friend.

“Y-you’re really nice, Ainsley. It kinda seems too good to be true.” “You have a friend now, Kayla.” I scooch closer to her. “As long as you don’t mind an extra tall, awkward tomboy who rides a motorcycle, surfs, and has piss yellow eyes for a friend.” “Y-you want to be my friend?” She raises her eyebrows. “Like, for real? You’re not playing a joke on me, right?” “I’m not into playing jokes that hurt people’s feelings. Jokes are supposed to be funny. You know? Make everyone laugh.” I tilt my head at her. “Me and my friends aren’t into that kind of shit.”

She questioned, her voice serious but her face having a smile at the corner of her mouth. "Okay, I don't have friends" I finally admitted. She rose her black brows "So are you saying you were not asking for a friend in the first place?" "Harley...." I called getting really pissed. "I over heard someone talking about this issue with his friends and I got curious" Harley laughed mockingly. "As the asshole that you are, you never get curious about people's problems" I gave her a hard look "The first part of your sentence...."

If five million dollars was offered to them on a silver platter, why not take it? On the internet these days, she often saw questions that asked, “If you were given a few thousand dollars, would you shoot your best friend in the thigh?” Countless people said they would. [Even if I disagree, he'll agree anyway.] [Why not shoot him in the head instead? Otherwise, I won't feel at ease taking the money.] [How about a machine gun instead?] [I’d need more to do that] [This is where the role of friends comes into play. As the saying goes, the more friends you have, the more options you have in life.]

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.

Camilla narrows her eyebrow at me and laughs, “Seriously, we just answered like a hundred questions in there.” I let out a small chuckle as I swipe my screen to prevent the phone from locking. “They are not educational, just a few questions for fun.” I tell her and he nods slowly. I look back to my phone and clear my throat, “Would you rather drink water for six days straight or anything but it has to have a little spit in it.” Camilla snorts, “Spit clearly.” “Yea,” I giggle. “I guess we do drink spit when kissing.”

I asked while keeping my eyes on the road. “My friend send me a funny meme…?” She replied, more like being confused. I nodded, “okayyy.” I could sense her weird stare on me. Once the light turns red, I pulled the brake and look at her. “What?” “You… wanna see it?” I knitted my brow, “see what?” “The meme.” “Uhm… no?” “Okayyy.” She replied, mimicking my answer earlier. I chuckled and shook my head. “Do you want to ask me something?”