Getting To Know You Funny Questions Novels & Stories

“I didn’t win all the games.” Kennedy giggles, “I meant she attended many parties and knew all the fun drinking games.” Her eyes rest on me. “I think you should choose a game for us to play.” My jaw drops. I know exactly two people in this room. How do I know what everyone likes, how much they drink, or if they like to have fun? One couple already has four kids-how often could they party? Sensing my anxiety, James adds, “Do you know a game where we can ask questions to get to know each other?”

I want to know everything that there is to know about him. “Gunner?” “Yeh babe” “What’s your last name?” “Mathers, why’s that?” 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?”

Anything can change that plan. All right, that is enough about me and my life. I want to know about you. When is your birthday? What is your favorite color? Favorite animal? Favorite food? Favorite sport or hobby? Tell me everything, please! I hope to hear back from you soon. Your friend, Haven Kenway

Damn, it's gonna be harder than I thought. After some minutes of asking oral questions and answers which I had surprisingly failed just one, we got ready to leave. "Thanks so much for your time, I really appreciate it," I said genuinely, He just smiled "So glad to help." Then when we got outside he stopped and hesitated for a second, then asked, " What's Konyii's favorite restaurant?" He asked shyly. OH MY GOSH! I laughed at his expression, then the look on his face made me stop but not completely

"It's obvious I'm not asking for your Favorite colors or hobbies you have no use for. All I'm asking about is maybe some dark or deep secrets I ought to know." , any family anywhere? Friends? Or close relationships?" He rushes the question at me with my eyes darting all around the room, I

he stutters, clearly thrown off by my answer. “It’s okay, most people don’t know how to respond. So, what kind of hobbies do you have?” I ask, expecting a long list of boating, mountain climbing, rafting, ect. Instead, I’m hit with a whole lot of silence. “Do you have any?” I chuckle. “I don’t think it should be this difficult to come up with something.” “How about you go first? What do you like to do?” he replies, daring me to do better.

He asked “I don’t know about that,” I said unsure if I was ready to share with him “We get five questions each” he tried to convince me a bit more “That wouldn’t tell you anything about me,” I told him “It is a start at least,” he said “Alright, you start” I took in a deep breath to ready myself for what was coming “Do you hate me?” He asked “What?” I asked “Do you hate me?” he repeated “Ask your question” I let out an awkward laugh

She excitedly asks her aunts and uncle. She smiles nervously as they start bombarding us with questions like: How long we've been together? Where we met? How old was I? Did I work? Where did I live? Am I married? Do I have kids? Did I have a brother? It was crazy! But Grammy puts up her hands to stop the onslaught of questions. “Stop it! Don’t even sit there and act like y’all were the greatest damn kids around. Truth is y’all wild asses drove me up a damn wall! Staying out late partying, getting drunk, high, fucking and getting pregnant! NOT finishing school!”

Jane- Screw you. Hunter- Lol… let’s play a game. Hunter- Twenty questions. You in? Jane-Why do I hate this game already? Hunter- You’re hilarious. Hunter- I’ll start… Where’s the craziest place a guy has ever kissed you? Jane- Wow. It’s that kind of game we’re playing? Hunter- What kind of questions did you think I was going to ask you? Your favourite food? Or perhaps your favourite colour? Jane- I do not appreciate your sarcasm.

Guess I'd start it then. I sneaked a glimpse of him to see that he was so concentrated on the one plate he was drying. “Hey. How about we do twenty questions?” “What's that?” My eyes widened in shock, and I held a soapy hand on my chest. “What? Are you telling me you've never heard of twenty questions? Every young person knows it, even the old ones. That's not true.” “I'm not like everyone else. And I don't relate with humans, so it's perfectly normal not to know. It sounded childish anyway.” He continued rinsing and drying, leaving me with my mouth hung open and eyes still wide as a saucer.