Warm Winds

Chapter 1

Solana Imani Rowe

" Solana wait up !! " I knew that voice automatically. I turned and was faced with the damn near extraterrestrial being that is my best friend, Zoë . She had a fresh mane of black braids that hung past her bra straps and she was sporting her usual oversized t-shirt , bomber jacket and whatever shoes she felt like wearing.

" What's up Zozo ?" I asked as we embraced each other in our usual friendly hug. Zoë was like a sister to me we were stuck like gorilla glue and skin.

" Nothing much, are we still on for tonight ? You know the boys are gonna be around later to pick us up. " she questioned as we talked towards the student parking lot. I knew I should've took the damn subway but I had a car and it needed to be used.

Unlocking the black Mercedes I practically busted my ass for I threw my backpack in the backseat before closing the door and getting in the drivers side. Zoë was already secure in the passenger seat belt on with the aux cord inserted into her phone.

" Yeah, I'm still going but not before I type up this paper. You can tell the boys to come to the crib I don't mind. " I pulled off into the busy streets of New York City my destination Harlem where I claimed a studio apartment as my humble abode.

Time passed as we drive through the traffic before entering the grounds of Harlem . This place made my muscles relax and my heart beat steady. This was home from East 96th street down to East 142nd street. This is where I strived and prospered. My dreams started here and here my heart will remain. Pulling up the parking garage of my apartments I parked and hopped out with my bag on my shoulder. Zoë was right behind me as we walked towards the lifts. It took all of five minutes to get to the apartment.

" I'm going to call the boys and order some pizza while you finish your work. " Zoë announced while sitting down at the kitchen island on a bar stool.

" Bet. I'll be done in like two hours. " I climbed the stairs to where my bed was located on a platform.

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Typing the last sentence of my research paper on Salvador Dali my tapping of the period key was met with the loud banging on the door. I mentally and physically rolled my eyes wishing they would get stuck. Hearing Zoë shuffling below I hear the door open and the multiple heavy feet of the boys come trotting in. The usual smell of some strong ass weed filled my cave and I knew they had just come from the studio.

" AYO ! Getcha cute ass down here ma !! " the almost intoxicating voice of my best mans called out. Raising from the bed and going to railing of the platform I leaned over looking at the crazy boy I called my moon.

Fresh braids adorned his head like a freshly polished crown. His smile cocked to the side showing off his favorite gold grill and the jewels he had implanted in his teeth taking a glimpse at me. The Cuban link Vlone necklace that became a staple and a yellow bandanna was hanging around his neck. To the world he was A$AP Rocky the worlds best dressed man but to me he was my heartbeat, my moon, my first love Rakim Meyers.

Now me and Rocky never dated but we were as close as a married couple could get. He was home and at times he became my peace. He always kept me in orbit and I was forever grateful for his presence in my life. Rocky was my first everything all the way down to the cherry popping. A lot of people called me crazy and still do due to his player ways but I never let it bother me. I was his home as much as he was mine that's just how we were only those around us knew that.

" Come show ya mans some love looking like a majestic ass lion and shit. " I shook my head and we met half way up the staircase. Soon I was embraced in the best hug any human could muster up and my favorite Dior cologne danced on the edge of my nose. I was home.

" I missed you Sos." His baritone voice whispered in my ear.

" Maybe you shouldn't lock yourself in the studio for days on end. " At this point we pulled away from each other Rocky was leaned against the metal railing one foot on one step one on the other his eyes locked on mine and small smile pulled at the end of his lips.

I found myself leaning against the concrete wall of my apartment doing the same thing as him. Taking him in, analyzing him.

" We still going out tonight right ? You promised me you get out them books and come hang with ya boy and the crew. "

Chuckling I nod my head " yeah I'm coming."

" You know how feel about them books Sos. I know I'm not ya pops but I don't want you to go to waste babygirl. Ya voice like gold or some shit you're a fucking siren. I'm surprised Top really letting you do all of this. Ya need to get back in the studio mama. "

This was the conversation I hate having with him though I know he meant well. It's just that I've been stuck and me being in the studio just didn't resonate with my wavelength right now. To say the least I was on hiatus. After battling sickness and dealing with weight loss I needed time but even then I was still working. Maybe not in the studio but still working doing writing for Beyonce and Rihana here and there but still none the less working.

" I hear you Rocky I hear you just give me time okay. I won't let you down. "

" Nah, ma you can never let me down. Go get dressed love we got places to be. " He brought me closer and wrapping his arms around my waist, his lips meet my forehead in a loving and reassuring kiss.

" Gone get fly for ya boy mama we getting lit tonight. " I roll my eyes playfully and pull away from him taking the steps up. A smack came to my ass and his beautiful laugh was heard next. Flicking him the bird was my reaction as kept my way up the stairs.

" I will ! I'm gone rearrange them guts one day baby believe that ! "

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