Bonjour! I'm kinda new to this whole writing fanfic's deal, but I hope this is at least mediocre.
Disclaimer: Do you honestly think that if I owned POK, they would've kicked Mitchel Musso off the show? They did, so that proves that I, unfortunately, do not own Pair of kings, all rights go to Disney XD.
Nerves, shifting glances, heart thudding, lump in his throat. The soon-to-be ex-king crept past the sleeping guard in the throne room, and silently pushed the heavy wooden door open. The boy looked back at the castle he'd called home for the past two years, closing his eyes as a flood of memories washed over him. Then, in the wave of memories of fun-filled afternoons with his brother, a sharp voice shattered his thoughts, swirling him around in words like "Too immature" and "I'll never date him". Brady bit his lip, opened his eyes, and continued towards the hot air balloons.
"Brady… Brady!" the voice pulled him out of his haze of his last memories of Kinkow, and Brady turned towards the source of the voice. It was his sometimes-more-than-friend, Brittney. She flashed him a concerned smile, and flipped the long, straight blond hair over one porcelain shoulder.
"I asked if you were ready," the blond explained, looking expectantly at the boy.
"Ready for..?" Brady left the question hanging, waiting for her to fill in the rest.
"Your exams! You know, the one that you made spend hours and hours studying with you!" She told him, slightly annoyed Brady hadn't been paying any attention to her all morning. The raven-haired boy gave her his most charming smile, assuring her that he was, in-fact, ready for his exams.
"Let's go knock this outta the park," Brady told her, starting to walk towards the exam hall. Brittney pulled him back, causing him to stumble slightly. He scowled at her after righting himself.
"So that's it? You're not concerned at all?! These are your finals! For your last year at college! These could make or break your career!" she cried, her voice adopting a shriller tone. Brady smiled at her and pulled her forwards into the exam hall.
Three hours of testing on all thing musical had gone by before the pair emerged. Brittney looked thoroughly stressed, constantly running a hand through her hair. Brady however, looked completely normal, even a bit more chipper.
"Oh my gosh! That test was killer! The music theory probably killed me!" Brittney moaned. Brady threw a friendly arm around her and steered her towards one of the café tables. Just then, another boy rushed towards to the table. His name was Nino Giovanni, and he was the third member of Brady's little group of friends.
"Hey guys! Whoa… what happened to Britt? She looks like a hot mess!" He said upon seeing his friends. Brady grinned, finding a song reference in Nino's words.
"Well, you're a hot mess and I'm falling for you! And I'm like hot damn! Let me make you my boo! Cause you can shake it shake it shake it. Yeah you know what to do! You're a hot mess I'm loving it-hell yes!" Brady sang. He looked over at Nino, expecting him to play their game. Their "game" consisted of Brady singing a few bars of a song whenever he caught a song reference and Nino guessing the song and artist.
"Mmh… Hot Mess, by Cobra Starship?" Nino guessed, confidant he was correct.
"Aw come on man! It's no fun when you always get it right!" Brady pouted. Nino smirked at him and was about to say something when his phone buzzed rather obnoxiously.
"Ah, crap. It's the girlfriend," he informed his friends distastefully. Nino had been going out with this girl he'd really like back in freshman year; back before he found out she was a psychopath.
"Why don't you just dump her?" Brady asked, unable to see Nino's problem. Nino grimaced.
"Because she loves me, and my family loves her, and my mom gave me her grandmother's wedding ring in case I propose!"
"Propose!"
"Yes!"
"But you're only 21!"
"I know!"
"Guys! Nino, you still haven't answered your phone," Brittney pointed out. Nino's mouth curled down into a frown, and he shoved the phone away as though it might hurt him. Brady smirked, realizing his opportunity and casually answered the phone.
"Natalya! No, it's Brady. No, I can't put him on right now. Why? Umm…" Brady looked desperately at his friends for an answer. Nino mimed swooning, then stuck his tongue out, sprawled on the table.
"Um he fainted…"Brady finished rather lamely. The Italian boy glared at Brady, waiting for him to finish his call.
"Yeah, I know… um why did he faint? Um because he got so excited you called! Uh-huh, yeah I know he's sweet… uh-huh I'll tell him to call you when he wakes up, bye!" Brady quickly finished and pressed down on the end button. Brittney, who had been trying to contain her laughter, burst into giggles. Nino's face slow donned a darker red shade as Brady sheepishly smiled at him.
"Really bro?! Fainted? I meant dead! You were supposed to tell her I died!" Nino yelled, his ears turning the same curious shade of red as his face.
"Well, sorry!" Brady said, trying to conceal his smirk. "You're just too sweet to be dead, pookie!" he added. Nino blushed, his cheeks taking on a darker hue.
"I told her to stop calling me that," the red-faced muttered. Brady laughed along with Brittney at Nino's embarrassed. The boy in question grinned despite himself.
"Nino, I wish you weren't going to Italy this summer! I miss hanging out, all three of us," Brittney whined, a small pout adorning her lips.
"I'm sure you and Brady will be able to think of something to do without me," he winked. He then smirked at the guilty and embarrassed looks on his friends faces.
"Britt and I are just friends," Brady mumbled, his mind whirling towards a certain Kinkowian girl. He was so lost in his thoughts; he missed Brittney's hurt look and Nino's frown.
"Yeah… I mean it's not like anything meaningful went down last Friday!" the girl snapped. Brady looked at her, rather surprised she would bring that up, especially in front of Nino.
"What went down Friday?" Nino asked, his curiosity piqued. He had always secretly hoped his friends would never get together, because that would only result in him becoming a third wheel.
"Nothing!" Brady insisted.
"Really? You kissing me was an accident?! Us getting up to second base was an accident?!" Brittney's voice was slowly escalating in volume and shrillness.
"Yes! I was drunk! It was my first time drinking and I was sloshed! I wasn't thinking straight! I'm sorry!" Brady cried his own volume matching hers.
"So… you don't like me?" Brittney's voice had withered away to a small near-whimper.
"Not like that," Brady said, determined to keep staring at his black converse. Nino cleared his throat, reminding everyone that he was still there.
"Brady, I think… I think I don't have those feelings for you, I was just confused and hurt. I'm sorry," Brittney lied, hoping that neither boy caught her bluff. Brady perked up, shooting her a grateful look.
"Now that that's cleared up… who wants pizza?" Nino asked trying to allieveate the tension. Brittney and Brady both nodded yes and Nino left to go get their lunch.
Just then, Brady's phone rang and he reached for it. The raven haired ex-king's eyes widened as he stared at the all too familiar number on his caller id.
A/N: Hey guys! Thanks for reading the chapter! I hope you all review! Peace out!