A/N: Ok…first POK first. Have watched only a few of the shows…but I think it's kinda…stupid. Like, they should be put into more realistic situations. So here it goes…Oh! The song is called Get Out by Mitchell Musso. He owns it...

Brady was pacing his room, contemplating a certain girl he so very much liked. But the catch is that she would never return those feelings…at all. Sure, she would be flirtatious, but she was flirty to a lot of guys.

He was about to turn around when he was knocked back by a force. He got back up, physically and mentally ready to fight, when he saw it was only Boomer.

"Hey." Boomer said casually, as if all the responsibility in the world, or this island, was NOT on his shoulders.

"Hey." Brady replied, standing up straight and brushing off invisible dust from his dark jeans.

"Why are you wearing such dark colors? I mean, you do occasionally, but not all the time like now. What's wrong?" the naturally observant Boomer asked him.

Brady flipped his semi-long hair out of his eyes and looked at his brother with an innocent expression, not in the mood to talk.

Boomer shook his head and laughed. "You look emo." Brady frowned at this comment.

"Now. Seriously. What the hell is up with you? Being all 'Let's not talk!' You haven't talked in two straight days, Brady! Something's up!" Boomer yelled, his voice rising at the irritation with his brother.

"Fine!" Brady yelled back, fed up with his brother's aggravating ways. "Something is up! That thing is the sky!"

Boomer looked deadly. "Not. Funny."

Brady flipped him the bird, before walking out with his guitar.

Boomer yelled out with frustration. He couldn't rule the island with his brother acting so strange. So dark. Was it him that caused Brady's behavior change? Or was it Brady's lost cause of a crush on Mikayla? He highly suspected the second one.

So, he did the stupid thing, and followed his brother…who clearly did not want to be followed.

Boomer found the dark haired boy sitting on a ledge overlooking the ocean, strumming his guitar and singing.

He stood there until Brady was finished. Boomer then walked over and sat by his brother.

"That was awesome. It was about Mikayla…wasn't it?" he asked, already knowing the answer.

Brady nodded, a sullen expression crossing his features. Boomer frowned and put his hand on his brother's shoulders. He hated seeing Brady in such a way. It hurt him, having to see his brother hurt.

Boomer's eyes widened, and he smiled. "Sing it."

Brady looked up, and through his black hair, Boomer could see the confusion in his eyes.

"The festival. For…?" Boomer trailed off, not knowing what the festival was for.

"Festival of winter. To celebrate a good winter and what not and other crap I could care less about." Brady finished for Boomer.

"Yeah…that" Boomer said, nodding his head. "But, the festival requires people to go up and show off their talent if they want to. Do it. Sing it to her." Boomer said, concern filling his eyes.

"Can't." Brady said, looking back out over the ocean, as if there was another savior over the horizon. "We judge, not perform."

"We'll get another judge, or…I got it!" Boomer said, sitting straight with excitement. "You can do the finale! It will be perfect!"

"You sure?" Brady asked, looking uncertain.

"Positive." Boomer replied, looking mischievously at the horizon.

Mikayla walked up behind them and said "It's time for dinner, you two. Come on."

"No thanks. I'm not hungry." Brady replied, not looking up at her once.

"Oh…ok." Mikayla replied, disappointed. "What about you, Boomer?"

"Yeah. I'm coming. See ya later, Brady." Boomer said while getting up. Brady just nodded as he left.

Brady looked over the ocean, and decided to have some fun. He took off his shirt and shoes, leaving himself in wearing pants. He put his clothes by his guitar and ran a bit away from the cliff. He stopped about 20 feet from the cliff and ran back towards it. He smiled as he sailed off the cliff, feeling the adrenaline rush of cliff diving.

He felt as if he was flying, forgetting all about the girl that haunted him. Forgetting everything. Just being free.

But all too soon he hit the water. It stung for only a second, but then felt the rush of bubbles fly past him. He swam up to the surface and broke through, gasping for breath.

Then he heard screams. He looked up at the cliff face, where he could barely make out the figures of Boomer and Mikayla. Why were they back? They were supposed to be eating dinner.

Then Brady realized what they were screaming about. "Oh my god! Brady! Where are you? Please tell me you're alive! Don't leave me all alone!" Boomer screamed, his voice cracking a few times.

"Brady! Brady!" Mikayla screamed…her voice thick with tears. They still hadn't seen him resurface.

He climbed the 50 foot cliff-face, making it up to the top in about 5 minutes. He hauled himself over the edge and gave them a weird look…as if to say "Why are you screaming, you idiots?"

They just gaped at him. Boomer at how his brother must have gone off the edge of sanity and Mikayla someplace lower…his abs.

He smirked at the flabbergasted pair and grabbed his stuff and headed towards the castle, not bothering to look back at his brother and friend.

He walked past all the guards, all of them adopting confused glances on why he was dripping wet. Mason walked up to him and put his hand up in signal telling Brady to stop. Brady scowled and tried to move past him, but Mason wouldn't let him move.

"What the fuck do you want, Mason?" he snapped, scowling deeper.

"Don't use that type of language with me, boy. I was going to ask you why you were wet, but I might just have to do something else…" He trailed off, leaving the threat open ended.

"I went cliff diving. End of discussion." Brady spat, before stalking off to his room, where he slammed the door.

Boomer walked in and pushed Brady and held him to the back of their door. "What's with you? Getting angry so easily? Where's the Brady I used to know? Where's my brother?" he asked, his eye twitching.

Brady looked down and replied, "Broken and lost."

Boomer let go of the dark haired boy, who had the most lost and sad look in his green eyes.

"It's gonna be ok. She'll finally see what a great guy you are." Boomer said to him, trying to cheer him up.

"I wish." Brady replied. "It's just, I don't know if I want to continue. I just want to give up…you know?"

"Don't. Keep at it. If you really like her, then you'll get her." Boomer said, patting his brother on the back.

Brady nodded, but still looked unconvinced. The boys both changing into their pj's and got in bed, thinking of the festival that was coming.