Novel & Cerita Getting To Know You Funny Questions

After a while, I got bored so tilting my head, I check if he’s awake. “Need something love?”, he asks. Blushing I nod my head; “I know we’re mates and everything but I was wondering if we could get to know each other more.”, I tell him. “I don’t mind. How about we play twenty questions?”, he asks. Nodding, we sit up; once we’re comfortable. He starts first. “So what’s your favorite color?”

"I will have the chocolate waffles with a coffee please." The lady scurries off to the counter and me and Keegan are alone again. "So let's play 21 questions. You may start." This is the best way to get to know someone. I hope Keegan doesn't mind. "That's a good idea Em. Where are you from?" "I'm from Napervill, born and bred. And you? "I'm from Pennsylvania. I have lived here all my life. So what's your favorite color?" "Keegan you know you can ask better questions than that. I'll answer it anyway my favorite color is purple. So uncle Rave is your uncle?"

I couldn't be more flushed, I'm sure I'm as red as a tomato! "So.. Mate, I know nothing about you," I try to sound enthusiastic. He leans back on his chair and covers his gorgeous fingers over his face. "So we're playing twenty questions, eh," He starts... I nod and straighten my back. "Ok, shot!" "What is your favorite color?" "Black," "and yours?" "Mine too," "How many siblings do you have?" "I have one sister, she's my little spitfire, and you?"

I mean even my mom doesn't do this for me! So, now, Mason has been asking me those question as to get to know me better. Hell, he already knows a lot. That is why he didn't ask me basic question such as my middle name or my favourite color. Now, he's sitting on the sofa cracking up at my answers. "Ok, okay, stop! My turn." "So, what do you like?" "You," he spoke and I looked at him as if he's grown two heads. He was looking at me intensely so I shifted my gaze and looked at the floor, knowing how my cheeks were betraying me.

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

⚪ I will crushback you ⚪ I will court you ⚪ We're official ⚪ All of the above My lips parted and I stared at the screen in disbelief. Is this idiot that free? Doesn't he have nothing to worry about in his life so I'm the one he always deals with? 2. If my answer is "of course", what would you ask? ⚪ Are you handsome? ⚪ Are you cute? ⚪ Do we look good together? ⚪ All of the above 3. When do you want our anniversary be?

Then I spent the rest of the afternoon trying to focus on my work, checking my phone every fifteen minutes like an idiot. The reply came around five: [Brilliant idea. Ten questions is enough to learn the essentials without ruining the mystery. May I start?] "Of course. Go ahead." I braced myself for something basic. Age, job, whether I lived alone. The kind of thing every guy on dating apps wants to know right away. Instead, he sent: [If you had to pick a song to represent a perfect cup of coffee on a rainy London morning, what would it be? And why?]

VALERIE "Want to play twenty questions?" He suddenly asks, surprising me. "Uh, sure." "What's your favorite color?" He starts, and I look at him. At first, I thought he wasn't being serious. He cocks his head to me, occasionally looking back at the windshield then to me. "What's wrong? Haven't played it before?" He asks, amused. "No, no. It's just been so long..." I say, remembering the last time I played twenty questions at high school. It was with a guy who wanted to get to know me, but I wasn't interested.

"No, I have asked 5." "Well, it feels like 100." "Because my questions make sense, you exhausted yours with stupid questions." Questions like; Have you ever thought of going blonde? What do you think about pizza? Do you smell your feet?. "I haven't exhausted my question, I have 2 more questions left." "How do you feel about death?" I asked. "Geez, are you trying to make me sad or what?" "Just answer, Creep." "Inevitable." I waited for him to add more to the known word.