Brady: A.K.A Someone Else

A/N: I should stop starting new stories. I got this multitasking habit from SOMEONE… (You know who you are!) Lol. But, I got an idea. So, tell me what you think.

DISCLAIMER: I do not own Pair of Kings. Or 'Get Out' by Mitchel Musso.

Mikayla POV-

"THAT IS IT! WHY ARE YOU ALWAYS SO IMMATURE, BRADY PARKER?" I took a step towards him. "YOU FIRED MY DAD?"

Brady took a step backwards. He had a fearful expression. "It's only been a day! Boomer just found him, and is hiring him back!"

"YEAH. BUT IN THAT DAY, YOU NEARLY STARTED A WAR! AND EXPLODED PIZZA SAUCE IN THE PLAZA AND MY ROOM!" My voice got menacingly quiet. "Not to mention… MY HAIR!"

He winced.

"WHAT AM I SUPPOSED TO DO?" I screamed.

"Call the maids?" He guessed.

I glared at him. "Not about my room! About YOU!"

His eyes twinkled. "Me? Ask me out?"

I scowled. "Brady! Take something seriously! I mean, I can't ignore you. YOU BAN POETRY! I can't live near you! YOU FIRE MY DAD!"

Brady frowned and began babbling, trying to get me off his back. He sounded kind of bratty. "Look, I'm sorry okay? I'll just have the maids clean it up. I can do that. I'm KING."

That just set me off. It caused me to say something I came to regret. "Really? Because you don't act like it. I have a hard time believing you're even related to your parents!"

As soon as it came out, I knew I had gone too far. Brady looked stunned. Shell-shocked. There was hurt written all over his face. He took two steps back. He was moving slowly, like his brain was having a hard time processing everything.

"Brady, I-" I started to apologize.

Brady slowly interrupted. "Fine, Mikayla. I'll leave you alone." He turned around, and ran away.

Boomer POV-

"Hey bro. What's up?" I asked as Brady stormed into our room and flopped down on his bed.

"Look Boomer. I don't want to talk right now." He said stiffly.

I knew something was wrong. He never calls me Boomer. Normally it's 'Boom', 'bro', or 'dude.'

"Dude, what's up?" I tried again. Then I nodded. "Oh. Did Mikayla turn you down again? Bro, I really don't think she likes you like that."

He cut in, his voice harsh. "Yeah. I figured that out. Look Boom." He began to sound more calm. "Let's not talk about Mikayla right now."

I widened my eyes. "B-Brady? You okay? Are you sure you're Brady? He always wants to talk about Mikayla!"

He sighed. "Yeah? Well, not today."

"Um. Okay…" I said cautiously. "I've got to go. Back in a few."

"A'ight." He answered indifferently, picking up his guitar.

I jogged down to the plaza. "MIKAAAAAYLA!" I shouted. When that didn't work, I tried something else. "HELP! TARANTULA PERSON!"

Mikayla came rushing in. "Where?"

"Nowhere!" I said crossly. "What'd he do? Why'd you turn him down this time?"

She straightened up, startled. She looked extremely guilty. "He didn't tell you?"

Then she told me everything. About how she was upset we fired Mason, and how she had just blown up. She told me what she said, and how Brady promised to leave her alone.

"You monster!" I exclaimed.

She hung her head. "I know…"

"No wonder Brady was so upset!" I finally said.

She glanced up guiltily. "He was?" She sighed. "I have to apologize."

I nodded. "Good idea. But be careful, he's not himself right now."

She shot me a cautious, but sad grin. Then she spun around and left.

Mikayla POV-

I walked up to their door to their room. I ran what I was going to say through my head one more time. Suddenly, that all vanished. I heard singing. Brady's singing.

" You spin around like a broken record.

I place your name every time the needle skips.

It's been that way since the last December,

I can't live like this, anymore.

You're stuck inside every conversation.

Yes, I know you're really good and gone.

But I'm a slave to this obsession,

How can I move on?

You're in my thoughts, in my head, in my heart, in my dreams.

And I wish you stop haunting me.

Get out, get out.

I can't take it no more.

Breathe in, breathe out.

Cause I die a little every time I think about you.

Get, get out.

Cause I'm going crazy.

I scream and shout.

I try everything, but you're still here, and I can't stop missing you."

I couldn't listen any longer. I burst in, and saw the raven-haired king slouched on the couch with his guitar. He glanced up, and his expression turned stony. He set down the guitar, and stood up. He stood up and walked to the balcony. He strolled out, and gripped the railing. He stared out at Mt. Spew.

"Your majesty, I am so sorry for what I said! I wasn't thinking! Please, forgive me!"

His knuckles turned white, as he tightened his hold on the balcony. Without turning to face me, he began to talk. "Mikayla, I'm sorry too. But I'm sorry for something else. I'm sorry we can't be together. The more I try to make you like me, you more you clearly don't."

I furrowed my eyebrows. "Well… yeah, but we can still be friends."

He faced me with a pained look on his face. "Sorry Mikayla. I just… I just can't."

I tried not to cry. "W-what? Why? We always did before!"

He sadly shook his head. "Yeah. And look how that turned out."

"Brady…" I said unable to comprehend this sudden change.

"Bye Mikayla." His voice was quiet.

Dumbstruck, I left.