What Lane?

“This movie is lit.” Dan aims his TV remote to start Spider-Man: Into the Spider-Verse. “Chad hated it. I played it for him here. All he said was “Trash. They shoulda kept Spider-Man white.””
“What?!” I shake my head. “He’s wack. How you both even cousins?”
He lowers the remote. “He’s not wack.”
My parents’ voices in my head say, Blood is thicker than water. Family picks family over friends.
I ease up and stare at the window.
Chad is Dan’s cousin, and he just moved to our neighborhood. He’s a sixth grader like us. So far, I’m not feeling him. Anything I say, he contradicts. Any time I’m around, he puts me down.
I hate how Dan doesn’t notice and now even defends him.
Me and Dan live in connecting buildings and we’re over at each other’s so much, we practically live in the same apartment. And we’re both into superheroes, fantasy, sci-fi, and similar stuff. Basically, we’re twins, except we look opposite. He’s white-white. I’m not. People sometimes call me Stephen Curry from basketball because of our names, skin color, and features. We even fade our fros similar.
“So, Stephen, not only is this new Spider-Man almost our age, it gets better. He’s from Brooklyn too. His full name is Miles Morales, he’s fourteen, and-”
I’m amped again. “Skip explaining. Show me.”
“Just so you know, the movie is kinda violent, so don’t get scared.”
“Dan, you funny. You know all movies are my lane.”
“Nah! You run if people get hurt or bloody.”
“Run?! When?”
He sits next to me and poses like me watching TV. “This wasn’t you? When we saw Stranger Things?” His leg gets jumpy and he changes his voice into mine: “I’ma get ice cream. You want?”
“What?! I didn’t do that.”
“Yeah. You. Did.”
I stare from him to my wrist, at the only bracelet I rock. It’s black with bright white glow-in-the-dark letters that say WHAT LANE?