Elijah
I sent Kayson off to bed about thirty minutes ago. I spent the next hour and a half working on homework as I did most nights after completely house chores and handling Kayson.
The only difference between those times and this one was Carter who laid horizonally at the foot of the bed, flipping through my vinyl record album collection.
Is he staying the night? Yes. Who's idea was it? His. What time is it? Almost 2 in the morning. Who's tired? I am.
But I was almost finished. I just had a few more things to add to my chapter analysis for English.
Carter held up a vinyl and looked up at me. "Sabrina Claudio."
"R&B-"
"Of course." I heard him laugh.
"Shut up." I chuckled. "I love her. Her music is so flowy and beautiful, you can just vibe to it. And her voice, oh my goodness it's like..heaven. It's soft and airy and angelic. Her music makes you wanna float amongst the stars.." I looked up at Carter and he was already staring at me. "I sound crazy, don't I?"
"No. Would you stop asking me that?" He chuckled sitting up. "You sound like you love music and these artist. You're passionate, it's written all over your face. And I'd sit here forever and listen to you talk about anything you love this much. So please stop asking me that."
I laughed, my heart warming. "Okay.."
He smiled and went back to flipping through the records. "Ma..masego medasin?"
"Ah I love Masego. He's got this unique sound. It's like jazz meets rap. And it's genius. Him and Medasin worked together on that project, The Pink Polo. I don't know if you'd like it but my favorite track is Girls That Dance."
I looked up and he was analyzing the vinyl cover, as if he was taking mental notes before moving on.
I chuckled.
"Frank Ocean; I've seen him like three times already in this stack." I could hear the smile in his voice.
"He's a God." I shrugged. It's a fact and that's just that.
I heard him chuckle and the light sound of the records hitting one another continued as he resumed at flipping through them.
"Oh you might be glad to know I went home and listened to him." He held up Khalid's album American Teen.
I smiled, my heart warming a little. "Awe really?"
"Yeah, after you sang to me for the first time I had to." His shaggy hair bounced as he spoke.
"Do you like him?"
"Nope, hate him."
It took no time for me to get offend. I wanted to ripped the vinyl from his hands, he didn't deserve to touch it.
"Woah I'm kidding Eli, Jesus." He laughed. "If looks could kill..."
"So you do like him?" I eyed him carefully.
"Do I have a choice?" I glared and he laughed. "I'm kidding. Yes I liked him. I've actually heard him on the radio before, I didn't know who the artist was then."
I nodded in approval. "Let me guess you heard Location?"
"Yeah! I love it, it's so catchy."
Aw he's so cute. "Good but now you have to listen to the rest of the album. I know every song on that project."
He nodded and bite his bottom lip as he went back to flipping through.
It was silent for a while and I finished my homework just as Carter spoke.
