Stupid Questions Novels & Stories

It was just his name. "You don't know, who am I? You really don't know or you are just pretending not to know me?" Instead of answering my questions, he asked me some dumb questions. I called them dumb because I did not understand why would he ask me anything like that. It was not like he was a celebrity or something. Not that I have known if he really was a celebrity. And I have not seen him ever in my life. I was sure I did not know him.

Xander does what he does best, ignore her. Cara can't stand this anymore, she can't believe rich people pay to eat leaves. Right now, she will kill for a slice of pizza but since she can't have that, at least a conversation will do. "I'll start, what's your favorite color?" Cara asks. She knows it's a lame-ass question but she is desperate at the moment, she might sleep off on this dinner. Xander looks up at her with a smile on his face. "What a stupid question." He says.

Stupid to kiss the two most stupid boys in our stupid school. Yeah, stupid was the word of the day. And above it all, I was the one who ended up feeling stupid, because, at the end of the day, I was the stupid girl that kissed a guy she barely knew, gave a chance to a thief, and of course lost her family. Stupid me. dI groaned as Ally patted my back, and I shook my head, “I’m fine,” I grumbled, looking up at her momentarily. She gave me a pitiful look backed by an encouraging smile, “ it will get better you know,” she hummed.

Grayson stated. “You guys are mad right?” I asked. “You wanna yell? Yell at me! This was completely my fault! You told me not to do something and I didn’t listen. Tell me how stupid I am!” “No, Scar,” Grayson shook his head. “You’re not stupid,” Lee whispered. “But what I did was stupid right? Come on don’t take it easy on me cuz I’m having your babies. Tell me how idoitic what I did was, go on!”

If they were to compare, it would be like comparing a genius with an idiot! It was said that geniuses would not like idiots! Phoebe could not help but think in a somewhat depressed manner. Donald drank a few mouthfuls of water, then looked up at her and said, "What are you thinking with your face sullen?" "Let me ask you a question. Do you think smart people like to get along with smart people?" After Phoebe asked this question, she felt that this question was stupid enough. Ah, her stupidity was truly everywhere.

Love is the easiest thing in the world when it happens by accident, but it doesn’t get real until you do it on purpose. We all must be stupid at some point in life; this is actually what makes us humans. Any human that has never been stupid has never fallen in love. And any human that has never fallen in love, has never really lived. That’s why ‘being stupid’ is more of a compliment than an insult… it simply means you’re a human who has emotions and has learned to live and let live.

that voice is just getting on my nerves " YOU PIECE OF SHIT? WHAT DO YOU THINK YOU'RE DOING ?" " Now, now, is that a way to talk with someone older than you" "WHERE IS MY SISTER ? " " stupid fucking idiota, you expect me to answer your question " " WHAT DO YOU WANT FROM HER ? she has nothing to do with this " " you seem very angry, so I can't talk to you right now, let's talk again when you calm down " " don-

He makes a face, as if he doesn't understand why I said that. "I've told you before, I don't want it to happen. It's gonna be awkward, and scary. Scary because I'm gonna lose my best friend over something so trivial. So what if I have bad first time? Most people have it and they're just fine. They live just fine, move on with other guys, so yeah, you're stupid." He nods once signalling he gets the message but then smiles. He fucking smiles when I called him stupid again. See, he really IS stupid.

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 hit her back with the pillow " I am actually trying to not get us into deeper shit ! but of course it's a talk for humans not bunnies." " I'm not a bunny... You little rat." " Shut up... Freaking duck." " Stupid donkey." " Stupid sloth." " Of course, I'm talking like a stupid, how else could you understand me?" " Shut up and don't annoy me ahead, I am in no mood for that." " I'm sorry if you don't like my honesty, but to be fair, I don't want to let you leave in delusions." She said