Novel & Cerita Getting To Know You Funny Questions

I asked her. She thought for a few minutes and then said, " I think first of all we need to know a few things about each other... So let's start with that... I think we should ask questions. It is the fastest way to get to know someone. We must ask about basic information first. " " Ok, so what is your favourite colour? I asked her. " Very complicated question.... " " It is one of the most common questions, Maurvi. What is so complicated about it? "

I don’t know what he means “Yeah, you know” he looks a little awkward now. “they are going to ask bitchy and stupid questions to try and get you to respond in anger or without thinking, most likely about Leo or the asylum. Maybe just straight up make shit up like ask you if you know Leo is getting married now or something” My head whips up to look him in the eye so fast at that last part I almost give myself whiplash. “Sorry? He’s what?”

He said with a horrified face. "It's like you made up your mind to decline everything." I pouted. "We can do the questions thing. And only truth accepted." "Okay like 20 questions. So you go first?" He thought for a moment, "How do you feel if you woke up and you are famous?"

I said and she nodded. “Have fun”Mom said. “And probably take a step forward before coming back to this house”Keith said and I groan. “Well, how do you like the food?” I asked once we get to the restaurant and ordered. “It tastes amazing” She said. “So what do you think about the twenty questions game?” I asked and she frowns. “What is that?” She ask. “That where we ask each other questions about ourselves” I said. “Okay but what if am not ready to answer a question”

he chuckles "I'm serious, now let's go,I'll start"I say and he nods. "okay what is your favorite color"I ask. "Green. You" "Caramel brown. Okay next one, your favorite band or artist" "I don't know,artic monkeys. What about you?" "Well I like Annie Marie" I tell him and we continue asking questions and laughing. It was really fun as he eased up to some of the questions and we laughed to,this continue for 15 minutes. "okay, okay,so you mean to tell me , you'll rather fall off a cliff than have anything to do with the Kardashians or even watch their drama" I say while laughing.

“What kind of fun?” “The kind where we ask ridiculous questions and learn embarrassing things about each other,” she replied, her grin widening. “Oh, this should be good,” Sophia said, laughing softly as she settled back into her chair, her hand still resting on my knee. I raised an eyebrow. “Embarrassing how?” Jenny shrugged. “You’ll find out soon enough.” Jacob sighed, but I could see the amusement in his eyes. “Fine. What’s the first question?” Jenny tapped her chin, pretending to think. “Alright. If you could have dinner with any three people—dead or alive—who would they be?”

After a while I broke the silence. "Tell me more about you Eryn. I want to know everything there is to know. What's your favorite thing to do? What's your favorite color? Oh what's your middle name? Do you even have one?" All these questions were coming to mind and firing in succession in my excitement, forgetting to leave him time to answer.

I suggested. "I know what 20 questions is. It's stupid." He gruffed. "No, it's not. It's a way for us to know each other better. Please." I made a puppy face. "Ew, stop it." He frowned playfully. "I don't have any questions to ask you." "Just ask anything, I'll go first." I said with a grin. "Uhm…" I trailed off, taking a bite of my pancake. "How many…" I scratched my head. "How old were you when…" I looked around then sighed.

I asked him all of the sudden, breaking the silence between us. "Hmm? Aren't we too old for games?" He muttered in response. I rolled my eyes at him, "Didn't you want for us to get to know each other?" "Yeah. But what does that have to do with a game?" "Do you know the 'twenty-one questions' game?" I asked. He shook his head, looking so clueless, "What's that?" "Simple. We'll take turns in asking until we reach twenty-one questions," I said. "I'll start. What's your ideal type?"

I sat up and smiled at him and he perched himself up on his arm. “I just wanted to know. Now, what’s your favourite colour?” “What’s this, twenty questions?” He chuckled, “Yes, it is, I don’t know anything about you” “You know that I love you” “I do know that, but I don’t know any of the little stuff, will you just tell me?”. Gunner sat up and huffed, “Okay but if I have to answer then so do you, deal?” “Okay deal” I smiled. “So, favourite colour, was it?” he asked,