“I’ll buy yall a kiddie pool and yall can use the dirt patches in front of our apartment for sand.”
“See, and I was going to give you a waterfall.” Shugg twisted her lips. “The hate be real.”
“Shut up.” Logic nudged her, picking up his bottle of water off the ground. It wasn’t as cold as the water in the $50.00 cups he bought, but it would do.
“Why did you let him win?” Spice queried.
“Because I’m a good brother.”
“And he probably said he’ll clean the house,” Shugg added, knowing her brother.
“That too,” Logic chuckled.
“I know that’s right.” She crossed her legs. “I’m going to take advantage of that lil deal every time.”
Logic took a seat on the ground between their chairs so the umbrellas could shield him from the sun beaming on him. Retrieving his phone from the ground, Logic scrolled through the text messages from Scottie asking him if she could spend the night, and Duce talking about a beat he wanted him to hear, but nothing from Al.
Just like him, Al was a Gemini, and neither of them wanted to be the first to cave in. Logic knew it was his fault they got kicked out of the studio, but he wasn’t about to kiss Al’s ass for defending himself. Sure, he could’ve walked away, but the shock on Dex’s face was priceless.
“Oh. My. God.” Shugg slowly stood up from her chair. “I know my teenage eyes are betraying me because there’s no way Southwest Rah is walking over to us.”
Peering up from his phone, Logic’s eyes landed on Rahlo and a couple of men he’d never seen before. Kids were running up to them asking for pictures and autographs. Rahlo didn’t seem to mind, but his bodyguards created a circle around him to control the chaos. After a few minutes, Rahlo thanked the kids and kept it pushing.
Instantly, Logic’s parental instincts kicked in and caused him to stand and post up in front of his sisters. He didn’t know if Rahlo was coming to collect for the damage he caused at the studio or what, but rolling up on him while he was out with hissiblings was a violation. As if Rahlo could read Logic’s mind, he held his hands in the air.
“I come in peace,” he greeted. “I need to holla at you about some shit. You got a minute?”
“Yea.” Logic dropped his tense shoulders. “Move around.” He glanced back at his sisters.
“You sure you don’t need backup?” Spice whispered. “He had bodyguards, and I know you can fight, but-
“Girl, go over there for a minute,” Logic chuckled.
“Ok, but if they try anything, holler and I’ll crack them right upside the head with this cup.”
“Period,” Shugg agreed. “Sidenote, hey Rah! I’m a big fan of your music, and if you ever want to come do an interview on our Twitch channel, we’d love to have you.” She pulled out a business card from her fanny pack.
“Thanks, pretty girl,” Rahlo chuckled, taking the card from her.
“Aye, go play,” Logic barked. “And where the fuck you get business cards from?”
“Zazzle,” Shugg informed him. “Everybody don’t live in the 1900s like you.”
“Bye yall,” he shooed them off.
“You got your hands full.” Rahlo shook his head. “They yours?”
“Something like that.” Logic’s jaw twitched. “But what’s up? If this about that studio, I don’t-
“Nah. Dex got a big ass mouth and always writing checks his ass can’t cash. His card was on file, so they charged him.”
“Oh aight, so what’s this about?”
“The three songs we recorded.”
“Oh.” Logic’s heart started pumping a little louder. “What about them?”
“I played them for a couple of people to make sure I wasn’t tripping and they confirmed what I already knew.”
