Love Like In A Book

Interview 1.1

I'll be interviewing 9 boys:

Clinton Fray from The Bad Boy Hit Me In The Face With A Baseball Bat.

Lorenzo Rodriguez from Accidentally On Purpose.

Saheed Abubakar from Ten Reasons Not To Die.

Greg Bauer from The Trouble With Kissing Conor.

Samuel Drake from Aftershocks Of Kiss Cam.

Tega Brown from The Truth About Books And Boys.

Huckleberry Finn from The Gang Leader Kidnapped Me.

Grant Small from The Cell Phone Swap.

Akshay Malhotra from Had To Be Dyson.
Let's begin:

"Well! Well! Well! Lookie who we have here," I turn on my seat to face the eight boys who are trying to escape the dark room I'm holding them in. The lights come on and the eight boys are looking at me in recognition and pure admiration.

"Uh, who are you?" Tega asks and I almost fall from my chair.

"You're kidding, right?" I ask gripping the seat handle tight.

He shakes his head in the negative.

I straighten up, "Dude, how do you not know this face?"

Tega scrunches his face before opening his eyes, "I remember!"

I smile at him, "of course you do."

"You're the desperate girl who tried to force herself on me," Tega states and my jaw drops.

"What type of books are you reading now?"

Tega ignores my question as Clinton asks, "Really?"

"Yep!" Tega takes a step forward and examines my face. "Yep, same girl."

"Are you sure? Because she doesn't look like someone to force herself on someone," Greg says coming to stand beside Clinton.

"Thank you!"

"But then again, appearances can be deceiving."

I look at him and shake my head slowly, "I had high hopes for you."

Saheed laughs, "guys, quit it. She's the author."

"You've always been my favourite," I nod my head towards him. "Please, seat. Let's get this interview over and done with."

"Like Arthur Pendragon?" Samuel asks taking his seat like the other boys.

"Yes, like Arthur Pendragon. And I'm Arthur and you're the knights of the round table. If you wish, you can look at this as the reunion of King Arthur and the Knights of the Round Table," I reply him and mutter under my breath, "how can a boy so cute be so dumb?"

"Why am I here?" Huckleberry decides to ask.

"If it isn't Huckleberry the kidnapper," I smile knowingly at him.

"I'm not a kidnapper!" he growls.

"So, you're a bear in the making?"

"I'm neither."

"So you're denying kidnapping my dear Sandra Chiaha?"

The other boys gasp, "You kidnapped her?"

"Yes, he did. We'll get to that later but first tell me; how have you all been?"

Good and great are among the answers.