Chocolate Flavor Love

The sun was warm today. I sit under my willow tree with my notebook and pen in hand. I start humming to the melody in my head and make them into words. I didn’t notice the sun setting already.  “Honey?” I get wrapped in a thick blanket and turn to look up. “Dad?” I close my notebook and move over, so he can sit.  “Another award-winning song?” He gave me a soft smile.  I giggle, “I hope so. I want Sweet to sing it. His voice will go perfectly with it. I’m almost done with it. I’ll let you guys listen to it once I’m done.”  He pats my head, “Let’s go inside, I made your favorite.” We both got up from the swing and headed inside.  I start looking for my bag and can’t find it, “Dad! Do you know where my bag is?”  “Check the studio!” He let me know from downstairs. I got to the studio and saw it on the couch.  “Hey!” I almost trip and grab my chest, I turn and see Sweet in the booth.  “You scared the s**t out of me.” I make my way to him and open the door of the booth. “What are you doing here?”  He smiles at me, “Testing some new sounds. Do you have school today?”  I nodded, “Sadly.”  He pats my head and leans down to be on eye level. “Are you still closed up in school?” I just shrug. “You should try to make more friends.”  I look down, “I just need you as a friend, when do you plan to come back?”  He chuckles, “Soon. But seriously, why not make new friends? It’s a new semester, new people are coming in.”  I shook my head, “Whenever they find out who I am, they start acting differently. I don’t like fake people around me. The famous daughter of the two greatest producers in music history and best friend of the handsome, adorable, cute Sweet. People always ask me if I’m talented just like my parents or you, but I’m not going to tell them about my music writing.”  “Why not?! You wrote hundreds of songs for me, and the other artists in this company. You’re a genius composer, Berry. People should know that.” He plays with my hair and I sigh. “You’re an amazing human being, why not shine it?”  I look away and get up, “I should get going. I’ll see you later, by the way, I wrote a new song for you.”  He lit up, and ran up to me, “Really? I’ll pick you up after class then.” I nodded and waved goodbye to him.  Sweet and I have been friends since we were born. We both have always loved music, I liked writing them, and he liked singing them. His real name is actually Hiiro, but he calls himself Sweet.  I smile thinking about one of our moments. “Berry!” 7-year-old Hiiro comes running up to me. “Berry! I’m changing my name!”  I look up at him, “Why?” “Because I want it to go with your name.” He smiles brightly at me.  “What are you changing it to?” He sits down next to me and hands me a candy. “Sweet! I’m changing my name to Sweet! That way when we get older and become a famous singer and composer, we can be known as Berry Sweet. Because we are Berry Sweet together.” He chuckles.  I look at him and start laughing, “Hiiro, that’s silly. Berry Sweet. But I also like it.”  He starts grinning from ear to ear. “From this moment on, we are Berry and Sweet.” We smile at each other and nod.