The Autobiography Of Lola

Chapter one

Chapter nineteen

8:20 p.m.

We drive past Woodside park, then Cups and Saucers then make a turning to the right towards home. In five minutes, Ayo slows down by the curb, which is only 10 houses away from our house then we both step out.

The night is a special kind of blackness, the kind that sprinkles the stars over the sky and helps them shine brighter.

Please describe the smell of the forest.

The forest hums with life all around us. I twirl about, trying the to find a spot in the surrounding trees.

This place is beautiful but looks better in the afternoon when I can get natural light from the sun instead of the flashlight of my phone.

I set up my camera and my phone phone on the ground, making sure the flshlight illuminated the surrounding then start snapping away. It's no surprise that Ayo is a natural in front of the camera. It was pretty much fun but hectic at the same time since most of the pictures we redid were from the gallery on my phone.

Thirty minutes after we finished taking several pictures, my head's busy with the photo manipulation ideas I want to use.

Describe the stream by evoking the senses such as smell, sight and sound. We stroll to the wooden bridge that spans over the stream. in silence. When we reach the middle, I rest my back on the edge and stare at the black, night sky, basking in the cool air around us. Below the bridge, I listen to the hiss of water flowing and inhale the scent of moss.

"Books or movies?" He asks out of nowhere, adjusting the shirt he tied around his waist.

"Games."

Ayo laughs then folds his hands across his chest. "C'mon, stick to the questions. Books or movies?"

"Movies."

"What movie has stayed with you forever?"

"Harry Potter," I reply. "He lost everyone except his friends... Harry is strong. Books or movies?" I ask him, scratching of dirt on the ledge.

"Books. Into the Past," he answers. "It's about a guy who went back in time to set things right. Imagine a world where we can kill off the ancestors of criminals before the criminals even exist?"

"Should their families pay for a crime they haven't even committed?"

Ayo gives me the are-you-for-real look. "Chill. You're telling me if science could predict people likely to commit a crime, you'd prefer the government do nothing? And let the crime happen? What if they're terrorists?"

I groan. "If you put it that way, terrorists are evil."

"All criminals are evil."

"Okay, sort off," I laugh, pinching his shoulder. "You win."

"Dog or cats?" He continues with his question.

"Dogs."

"Phone calls or texts."

"I rehearse what I'm about to say before picking the phone, so... texts."

Ayo turns, resting his elbows on the edge of the bridge. "I prefer phone calls. Big parties or small gatherings."

"Used to like parties, now I prefer small gatherings." I shoot back.

"Console or mobile games?"

"Seriously?" I raise a brow then smile. "Console."

Ayo nods, staring at me with an intensity in his eyes. He moves his hands to mine and my stomach does a mini back flip. I want to say something, ask questions too and play this and that game.