Myome giggled.
“Y’all were just fighting a week ago.”
“Yeah, but I’m not letting dumb ass Niecy get between me and my bag. I’ll keep knocking Trapp out and taking his money if the need arises.” I ate more fries. “You coming to the studio?”
“I’m invited?” Myome asked as she lifted her straw to her mouth.
“I wouldn’t have asked if you weren’t,” I deadpanned.
“Okay.”
“What does okay mean, Myome? Use your big girl words.”
She cut her eyes at me.
“You have a smart ass mouth,” she snipped.
“Trying to get like you.” I watched her mouth fall slightly open before a smile took over and lifted a hand to get our waiter’s attention. “Get us a box and a check, lil nigga.”
I picked my burger up and killed it in three solid bites. Then I took a quick drink of my Coke and crushed my fries. By the time we got a box for Myome’s food, I was done with mine.
I shot Trapp a text, letting him know to meet me at the studio in ten minutes or to not show up. Ever.
Myome boxed her onion rings and half of the burger she had left. I covered the check and tipped. We headed out.
“Drix,” Myome said quietly halfway through the ride.
“What’s up?”
“How’d you come up with the stage name Drix?”
“My pops. His name is Hendrix. He was going to make me his junior but ma dukes fell in love with the name Berlin. Then, they just started naming us after where we were made.” I shook my head at how wild that shit was.
“That’s cool that it’s an homage to your dad.”
“Where’d y’all get Radiant Reverie from?”
“I’m not sure, really. I mean reverie is just kind of like daydreaming and being lost in a nice, dreamy way. That’s the kind of emotion we want to bring forward with our music.” Myome unlocked her phone and I saw her deflate in her seat.
“What’s your problem?”
“BB,” she said simply.
I scoffed. “You read that shit for real?”
There was a blogger who went by nothing but “BB”. She ran a page called “BB Be Knowing” and consistently slandered people. One of her most recent posts was actually of the two of us at the coffeeshop. The picture was blurry but you could very obviously see Myome leaning over me to order. I had to admit it looked compromising the way it was photographed, but it was like I’d said. I wasn’t mad about the promo. She’d also posted our apparent wedding announcement and the fact that Myome and I had fought Niecy and Trapp.
“It’s hard not to,” Myome confessed. “Being good in the eyes of the public is important. The more people that like you, the more they want to buy your shit.”
“People say I’m mean and my shit stay selling so that’s bullshit, Myome.”
“Yeah, well I’m still being tagged in the post and being called the wildest shit because they’re saying we tag-teamed the siblings. Shit. They’re even saying we square up alike.” I chuckled.
“We square up alike?” I repeated. “Shit. Alright then, Twin.”
“Twin?” Myome snickered. “For real?”
“Beating mothafuckas up and taking names together. That’s what’s up. It’s giving real hood ass love story. I fuck with it.” I shrugged and Myome laughed more.