Never Have I Ever Question Novels & Stories

Tags stick out of more than one item and no one-night stand leaves a shoe box for their shoes. He doesn't answer right away and I turn, trying to gauge his facial expression, but it's one I've never seen. Almost sheepish as there's something about my question he finds embarrassing, but that can't be true because it is Vincent Valiant. He's never been embarrassed in his entire life.

"I said I'd spend the day with her. I was just busy, I..." Anna scoffed. "Busy? Busy with Sophia, you mean. A stuffed toy isn't more important than your girlfriend, and it's not more important than her birthday." "Theo, nobody's going to wait around for you forever. You broke Joey's heart over and over until there was nothing left!" The video ended. I closed the chat. My mentor noticed something was on my mind and asked gently, "Is everything okay? Something going on back home?" I shook my head, gazing out at the crowds flowing through Trafalgar Square.

Emily took another swig from the bottle and passed it back to me, grinning. “Your turn,” she said, her voice warm and slightly slurred. “Never have I ever… had sex in a public place.” I laughed and took a drink. The whiskey burned pleasantly down my throat. “Guilty,” I admitted. “Backseat of a car at the drive-in last summer. What about you?” She shook her head, laughing. “Nope. Never. I am boring compared to you.” We had been playing “Never Have I Ever” for almost an hour now, the game growing progressively dirtier as the bottle emptied. The rules were simple: if you had done the thing, you drank. The more we drank, the bolder the statements became.

Resolve. I’m tired of the unanswered questions, sick of having life happen to me without having a wind of why or what is happening. I draw a slow, steady breath. I don’t know what will happen to me if I don’t ask him. But I know one thing with terrifying clarity: If I don’t ask now, I never will.

Lawrence let out a sigh. Then, he took a deep breath, curled his lips into a smile, and asked casually, "Sylvia, where's my birthday present?" He asked me that every year. Even though I always gave it to him right on time, he could never wait even a minute longer. This year, I had planned to ask him whether he wanted to adopt a child—one that would belong to both of us. For so many years, his firm refusal to have children had made me assume he had fertility issues. To protect his pride, I had never brought it up.

The question escaped my lips before I even knew what I was asking. “Did you…did you ever love me?” The question caught us both off-guard. His hands froze mid-motion. We both fell silent. I waited with baited breath for his response. It was the one question I’d always wanted an honest answer to. Had he? Had he EVER loved me? At all? Even a bit? “Stop asking childish questions,” he replied, averting his eyes. Then he set my foot down on the ground. So there it was. The answer I’d been looking for.

"Want to make another bet?" challenged Nick. I shake my head, who's the madman who keeps playing if he ends up stuck alone. "Come on, no more punishment this time." Seeing the look on Nate's welded face I nodded. This time the game changed, choosing to answer the question or choosing not to answer and drinking. There were about five people playing, so he sat on the bench provided, and was asked the question Never have I ever. Selena Gomez's song plays, and I move my head to the beat. I love Selena Gomez, oh and Justin Bieber songs. In fact, I'm still their shipper.

“We should play Never Have I Ever. For old times sake.” Everyone agreed fast. The wine flowed freer as the game began. It was simple questions at first. Never have I ever lied to my boss. Never have I skipped class. Laughter filled the room until the question turned sharp. “Never have I ever hooked up with someone in this room.” Sophia said in her low and playful voice. Glasses settled down. Jordan and Lena drank their wine while looking at each other suspiciously. Alex took a sip too watching me. My glass suddenly felt heavy in my hand as I remembered years ago with Ryan at a party. I sipped my wine while Sophia watched me deliberately.

She says and I only remember now that I blurted it out on the video of my meltdown that went viral. What I don't at all expect is her follow up question, "Are y'all like exclusive?" "Uh. It's... complicated." She asked like someone who knew something, that's why I can't help but, "Why?" "Uhh..." She looks uncomfortable. "It's ok you can tell me. We're not exclusive." I admit just to make this easier for her. "I know a girl who knows a girl who's got a thing with him."

“I’ve never actually said that out loud before.” “You don’t have to pretend with me,” I said, adjusting my stance as I managed another careful glide forward. “I know.” The rink felt quieter after that and I glanced down at my last question, a small smile forming. “This one’s my favorite.” “Oh?” “What’s one question you’ve always wished someone would ask you?” He looked at me for a long second, weighing something, then gave a smaller, more thoughtful smile. “No one’s ever asked me whether I’m happy.”