Telegraph Ave (Author's Edition)

Chapter 15: Honey

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Stacy POV...

Dawn lies upon the edge of the world on this first sunrise of June. The breeze is steady, the morning is cozy, and the clouds are slumberous. Sitting upon my bench swing, my feet dangle above the dewy grass -while I hum the melody of my guitar. Musicianship is something that I naturally accumulated in middle school. Besides singing in chorus and playing sports, I've always been attracted to the sound of guitar strings. I've longed to learn to play all of my favorite songs, and those that compose my serenity. One, in particular, Telegraph Ave~Childish Gambino. But, I'm happy to say Summer Walker was my tutor with this one.

"🎶I was making Japanese, and she's DVD's in Oakland, in Oakland.🎵"

Xavier POV...

I woke up early this Friday morning, 6:45 am now. Had a chance to kiss my mom off for work and found some time to meditate. The doors to my balcony are open wide. I gaze at the soaking sun levitate over the neighborhood, the color orange simmering in saturation. My room is noiseless, and only the sound of the speechless wind was to be heard. But, then I began to hear a faded harmony in the distance.

It snatched my attention like a wolf's ear. The voice that was singing was something similar to Summer Walker, and I could also hear guitar strings playing a soft sound.

Rising on my feet I walk up the stairs of my porch, the sun's heat soothes my skin. The sound was coming from the east side of my neighborhood, where Jordan and Stacy were located. Who's singing?... I ask myself, leaning up against the glass rails. The more I listened, the more I dissected the voice of the individual. But, I found it hard to believe.

I won't tell her I'm coming.

Galloping back down the steps, I strolled over to my closest. Threw on a pair of joggers, and a t-shirt-something comfortable. I've already brushed my teeth and washed my face, but decided to keep my durag on. As a matter of fact... I thought to myself unwrapping it around my head. I don't need this going out the house, I'll look like I'm up to no good. Rubbing my waves on top, I slide my shoes on and make my way back up the steps.

Hopping over the glass railing, I land in the soft lawn of my backyard. The grass soaked up moisture like a sponge, and the subsided sound of traffic could be heard in the northern direction of the neighborhood. Jogging my way down the sidewalks, I pass at least 4 houses to reach the end of the block. One side of the sky was peach, still shoving the violet atmosphere towards the other side of the earth. The closer I came to her house, the louder the singing became. Ultimately, I arrived at my destination and tiptoed my way towards her backyard.

She sat in a bench swing, holding a guitar wearing a darkish brown head wrap.

It is her singing...

Her singing voice was savory like a cantaloupe dipped into a slumberous jar of honey. A soft configuration, not many singers possess in the music industry. Precious and heavy to discover. I never knew she could sing.

Stacy POV...

"🎶I don't really want to drive
But I think I'd rather die
In Oakland, in Oakl..." Before I could finish another verse of the song, my eyes are enclosed by two large hands.

I almost jerked, but the cologne flowed its way into my remembrance. It was the same smell of his room and all of his clothes he ever wore around me.

"You snuck in my yard, without letting me know you were coming." I grabbed both his hands, pulling them from my eyes.