We Are Alike in More Ways Than One

A/N: Hey guys! It's me again. I need to stop writing new stories, but I have problems with not multitasking. Oh well, so this idea I got from a story of

Bra-Kayla Luver4eva's. Her story is called My Twin. So as I said there will be some similarities. So I credit this idea to Bra-Kayla Luver4eva! Oh, and this takes place after Brady left, but Boz never came.

Oliver POV:

I looked down from the balloon. "Hey, is it really necessary to fly by balloon? Why not take a boat or a plane?"

The buff guard that had taken me stared at me. "You've asked that before. And I told you, we have to follow the air currents." He then glanced at Lilly. "And who is this, my king? Why do I have to take her too?"

I glared at him. "I have to have someone as backup! You freak me out… What's your name?"

The guard scowled at me. "I'm Mason, your majesty. But you already know that!" He growled.

I shook my head. "I really don't. And why do you keep acting like I'm royalty?"

He sighed. "Because you ARE!"

"Whoa! This island is awesome! Look, Olly-Pop!" Lilly squealed.

I gasped. "Wow, you're right Lilly-Pop!" I answered.

Mason flinched. "Olly-Pop? Lilly-Pop? What's with the pet names?"

I rose my eyebrows. "Well, we've been dating for a year. I guess it just comes with it."

Suddenly, he looked furious. "WHAT?! YOU HAD A GIRLFRIEND AND YOU WERE FLIRTING WITH MY BABY GIRL?"

I gulped. "Um… No, I don't believe I know your baby girl! Please don't hurt me!" I squeaked.

Mason was about to retort when he saw we were about to land. "We'll discuss this later, Brady."

"Who's Brady?" I asked.

Just as I did so, we touched down. Immediately, a brunette ran up to me. "Brady?" She hugged me, then proceeded to slap me. "You jerk! Why did you leave? I missed you!" She laid her lips on mine and kissed me.

I pulled away. "Stop, whoever you are, stop. I have a girlfriend."

"A very unhappy girlfriend!" Lilly shrieked. She jumped at the girl who whipped a machete out.

"Oh, you want to go there?" The brunette asked, irritated.

Just then, a dark skinned boy came rushing in. "Hey, guess what? Brady's coming back tomorrow!"

He spotted me. "Brady? But on Skype you said tomorrow…"

"Who's Brady? My name's Oliver. I don't know any of you guys!"

The boy looked confused. "Okay… Then take off your shirt!"

I stared at him. "Um, no thank you. I have confidence issues, and…"

Lilly ripped my shirt off. The boy walked around me and looked at my back. "Nope. Not Brady. No Kinkow Swirl." He walked back to my front. "Hey, bro. I'm Boomer. That girl, the crazy one with the machete? Yeah, that's Mikayla."

Mikayla seemed mortified. "Oh my… You're not Brady?"

I shook my head. "No."

She blushed bright red. "I am so sorry!" She dropped the machete and ran over to Lilly. "I am SO SORRY! I didn't know he was your boyfriend! I thought he was my… almost boyfriend."

Lilly narrowed her eyes. "Okay, but I've got my eyes on you!"

Mikayla nodded. "Fair enough."

I slept on the throne that night, since Boomer said it would confuse him if I slept in Brady's bed.

The Next Day, Still Oliver POV:

I woke up about noon. Yawning, I got off the throne. I heard a bunch of yelling coming from the plaza. I saw a boy in a hot air balloon. He had black hair, brown eyes, was medium height, and was intensely looking at me. He got out of the balloon and walked straight past Mikayla. She gasped, before looking at the ground dejectedly. I kinda felt bad for her. The boy, Brady I presume, strutted right up to me. "Dude." He said, sounding confused. "You look just like me…"