Revolutionaries Don't Fall In Love

Can You Hold Me Down?

"Okay McPhearson, I think it's time that we talk business."

"Gladly, Otomo."

"Oh word?" Caesar slid onto the spot next to Hiro as the boy opened a notebook over the lunch table. Huey rolled his eyes, taking the spot opposite to Caesar. "Shit, I been waiting for this!"

Huey sighed, shaking his head as he watched the interaction. Why were his friends so stupid sometimes?

Every year as September neared its end the same thing happened. the talk around school had already begun, and the attention the two teenagers were receiving was not going unnoticed.

Of course, as with most things, Huey found the whole ordeal extremely idiotic.

He was sure he'd punch the next person who asked him if he and 'McFearsome' were friends. He definitely did not want to be known for that.

"Okay, I've laid out the basic ideas I for the party over the weekend," Caesar strained in his seat to try and get a good look at the notebook Hiro had handed to Cindy.

"It absolutely baffles me that you two put more thought and focus into a party than your grades."

"Shut up, McHater." Cindy retorted, not even looking at his direction. Her eyebrows scrunched together as she read over the page. "Wild West Hiro?" She exclaimed, snorting loudly. "The fuck man?! We've got a reputation to uphold and you come here with Wild Fucking West?!"

"It's just an idea," He reiterated, rolling his eyes at her. "And besides, before we talk about themes we need to talk about logistics. Most importantly money." This grabbed Riley's attention, as he himself peered over Cindy's shoulder to have a proper look at the pages. "I don't wanna be in debt like last year Cindy!"

"Relaax Hiro, it was nothing."

"These savages broke an antique vase that was worth twenty five hundred dollars!" He said exasperatedly.

"Uh-Oh, Somebody got their ass whooped."

"Actually, my parents never found out." He brushed Caesar's comment off. "But still, I'd rather not have that happen again,"

"What? Damn, could you imagine being so rich that you don't even miss a twenty five hundred vase went missing?"

"Can you imagine being so rich that you'd actually spend money on a twenty five hundred dollar vase?" Hiro sighed, clearing his throat.

"Anyway. I think that this year instead of being BYOB and BYOW we gotta buy all that shit ourselves and charge a fee at the entrance," Cindy nodded at that, seemingly deep in thought.

"That ain't a bad idea," Cindy's eyes skimmed through the text. "Besides, we can get that good shit, y'all feel me? I'm tired of these lame niggas showing up with fucking 'Bud Light' and that shitty thing they call weed."

"If I talk to Ed he can he can hook us up wit' that good shit. He might even not charge nuthing." Huey glowered at his brother. It wasn't news to him that Riley was pothead, but as much as he didn't feel comfortable with the fact he knew that if he tried to stop him he'd go out of his way to have it just out of spite. As long as he didn't get himself arrested, Huey could live with it.

"You still kick it with them wiggas?" Caesar asked. "Haven't seen those fools around since I got back."

Riley shrugged. "We doin' our own thing now but we still homies." Caesar glanced at Huey and smirked at the deep scowl on his face. "Anyway, if y'all gonna do dis y'all bettah figure out what you wanna buy and how much y'all willing to invest on the party, if you really wanna get that paper, feel me?" Cindy and Hiro were focused on what Riley had to say. "Lay out a rough estimate of the cost of decoration, refreshments and etc, divide this by the number of people you gonna invite and figure out how much profit you niggas gon' get from the fee."