Silly Questions To Ask Novels & Stories

He opened the door, waiting for me to go first. Getting into the car, he turned to look at me. “Do you have another ridiculous question for me hidden in your pockets?” I may be wrong but somehow, he looked eager to know. I had so many questions but I figured I'd be pushing my luck if I asked them so I decided to play it safe yet again by asking another simple question. Okay, not just simple, but ridiculous as well. But in my defense, I really wanted to know. “What's your favorite color?”

I questioned, and his brown eyes grew dolefully. " No, Mama." He muttered. I was already getting suspicious of their corny and mischievous character earlier this morning and the most shocking part is that, today is passing successfully no fighting between them, they usually have one or two things to argue about or banter words among themselves for but today is going just fine which is suspiciously too good to be true. " Mama," Brielle suddenly called out, and I answered as I turned my gaze to her. " Can we play five questions and no lies ? " She asked, raising her plumpy hands in the air, giving a five sign, and additionally giving me her doll eyes.

-- "Today is my birthday, isn't it?" The eyebrows look at the eyebrow. How is Samiha sis doing this to him? He thinks of himself .... -- "Yes. What kind of question is Samiha sis?" "Uhu, you will only answer what I say." Rihanna agrees. -- "Today I want one thing from you. Goddess me ? " Rihanna looks at the sight of the evening and suddenly laughs. Tell me, what kind of strange question are you asking? You want something and I will not give it? You first asked me for something. I can agree?"

" He looks at me and slightly cocks his head; he knows that I am not done with my questions yet. "Do we have animals?" "Just horses." "Are we going to go riding?" 'Yes." "Do you have those four-wheelers?" "Yes." "You playing twenty questions again?" I avoid his question, and a whole new level of stupidity sets over me. "Can I try something?" "Depends." "Depends on what?" "On what it is?"

"Sebastian do you want to play twenty questions?" I asked as I went to sit next to him. "What is that?" He asked lowering the volume of the TV. "We just ask each other questions basically." I replied." "What type of questions?" I mentally did a face-palm. "Serious, random or even dirty." "Oh. Do I have to answer all the questions?" "No, not if you don't want to," I replied, he was always so secretive. "Okay sure."

His eyes light up. “Does this ‘no harm in asking’ rule only apply to flirting or can it apply to other questions too?” He asks. I shrug. “I don’t know. I just don’t answer questions I don’t want to answer.” I conclude. “Perfect, In that case, what is your favourite colour?” He asks politely. “Huh?” I respond dumbly. “Your favourite colour. What is it?” He repeats. “Purple?” I respond. He nods seriously. “A good choice. I like green"

“What have you been watching, or who have you been listening to? Did someone say something to you?” “No-no, it’s nothing like that. It’s a serious question, isn’t it?” “I don’t know where you got that from, but there’s no table, and if there is, you don’t need to bring anything. Have you ever been to a party before, Silla?” “No, not since I was very little, I don’t think.”

I read through some and then I shook my head and dropped it as I got to my feet, placing my hands over my head. “This is ridiculous,” I said. He looked up. “What is ridiculous?” “These questions. One of them is asking whether I’ve had an abortion. What kind of stupid question is that?” “Like I said,” he reiterated, “these are possible questions… questions to get you off guard, to get you angry, mad, to make sure that you are put off your game.” “Well, I’m surely put off my game by these questions,” I said. “What do you want me to say in court when they ask me all these questions?”

If we were asked the simplest things about each other, we would fail miserably. “Then, why don’t we do a Q&A session? We ask each other questions about our lives, and we have to give the right answer.” I proposed. “That’s a good idea. It will give us a crash course on each other in the very limited time that we have.” She nodded. “Who’s going first?”

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?”