"King Brady." Mason was in the kings' room, asking to speak to Brady privately. As they made their way to the throne room, Mason faced Brady and crossed his arms.
"We need to tell King Boomer, and we need to do it soon." He said.
"Yeah, I know Mason, but can't we give it a little more time?" Brady pleaded.
"No. The Elders will be hearing of you being back soon and then we'll have them to deal with on top of your brother. It's best to tell King Boomer now instead of waiting to tell everyone at once."
"Look, we don't know what will happen once The Elders hear I'm back, if we tell Boomer now, they'll think he went against them." Brady pointed out.
"It doesn't matter." Mason shook his head. "Either we tell him now, or we ship you back to-."
"Hey, guys, what's goin' on?" Boomer asked, coming down the stairs.
"My King." Mason made his way over to him. "I have something important to tell you."
"Mason…" Brady warned.
Boomer gave them a weird look. "I'm sure whatever it is, Brady, it'll be fine."
Boz came downstairs, eating a banana and waving at them.
"Good morning, King Boz." Mason said. "You need to hear this too."
Boz swallowed the piece of banana he had in his throat. "Hear what?"
"What I'm about to tell King Boomer."
"Boom." Brady faced him. "You have to hear everything first, okay?"
Boomer was confused but he nodded.
"King Brady never left the island." Mason said. "He stayed on the far side of the island where you were never allowed to go. And he trained with Jason, my brother, to pass the time."
"What?!" Boomer shouted.
"Listen!" Mason continued. "When we found out that your brother, king Boz, was still alive, The Elders made it very clear that there could only be two kings of legend."
"That didn't mean Brady had to leave!"
"No." Mason agreed. "But Boz wouldn't be here if Brady never left."
"I wouldn't?" Boz asked. "Why not?"
"Because Kinkow only needs two kings. I figured you were doing okay where you were, but Brady insisted on leaving to become a better king. But then that storm hit and your boat washed up on our island, so The Elders had you stay."
"Then what happens when they find out Brady is back?" Boomer asked.
"We don't know yet." Brady admitted. "They may make me leave again."
"So, you lied?"
They all turned to see Mikayla standing by the door; she had just gotten back from dropping Candis off at home.
"Mikayla…" Brady reached for her hands.
"No!" She stepped away from him as tears brimmed her eyes. "Do you know what you did?! You let Boomer think you abandoned him and this island AND you had me believing it was something I did wrong!"
"Just listen to me." He said in a calm voice.
"I'm done listening. To you and to you!" She pointed at her dad before running upstairs.
"Mikayla, wait!" Mason called after her.
Mikayla took her stuffed animals and threw them around her room in frustration; Brady had lied about leaving the island, her dad lied about not knowing where he was, and despite being so angry with him, she knew she was still in love with Brady.
She heard a knock on her door and groaned.
"Go away!" She said.
"I just want to talk." Brady said, opening the door and ducking as a stuffed animal came flying at him from across the room.
"I don't want to talk to you." She sneered at him.
"I can see that." He looked down at the stuffed animal on the floor. "But you don't have to talk, you just have to listen."
"Do you really think that anything you say can make up for what you did?" She sat on her bed.
"No." He cautiously sat next to her. "But you have to understand that I had everyone's best interest in mind when I decided to leave."
"Everyone's?" She scoffed. "Did you ever think about how that would have affected Boomer?"
"Is this really just about Boomer?"
Mikayla was taken aback by the question. "Of course it is."
"No, it's not." Brady chuckled, leaning closer to her.
"Wh-what are you doing?" She started leaning back and before she knew it, she was lying flat on her bed with Brady hovering over her.
"Hi." He whispered, putting his entire body weight on her.
"You're not funny. Get off of me." She pushed at his chest. "God, when did you get stronger than me?!"
"Mikayla, stop." He groaned, taking her hands and pinning them above her head. "Stop moving."
"I would if you'd get off me."
"I'll get off if you let me explain about what you heard back there."
He rolled off of her, but stayed lying down next to her. "Mikayla…" He pushed her hair behind her ear. "I did what I had to…for you."
"I never wanted you to leave." She whispered.
"I had to be someone better."
"I liked you before."
"I know, but-wait, what?"
"I liked who you were before." She repeated, moving so she was propped up on her elbow and looking down at him. "I didn't want you to leave because I wanted you to stay here with me."
"I couldn't stay if I didn't like who I was." He pushed himself up on his elbows.
She sighed and moved away from him, sitting up again. "You still didn't have to leave."
"Mikayla." He sat up behind her. "Mikayla, look at me." He turned her around to look at him and cupped her face. "I love you, Mikayla. I wanted to change for you."
"But you didn't have to." She let out a huge breath. "I love you for who you are."
Brady couldn't take it; all the time he spent chasing after this girl and she finally said she loved him back. He kissed her.
Mikayla was taken by surprise, but once she realized what was happening, she kissed him back.
Brady pushed her back on the bed, easing his tongue into her mouth.