Mikayla's POV

Beep. Beep.

I groaned, knowing I had to get ready for my guard shift. Dang this thing, I cursed, trying the shut the alarm clock up. It was only 6 am, but the sun was already out, shining brightly. I wanted to stay in bed, cuddle under the covers, but I knew I couldn't. Stupid work.

I got up and walked to the bathroom. After taking a quick shower, changing into blue sundress and sandals in the same colour, brushing my teeth and hair, I finally walked out of my room and headed downstairs to have breakfast. I entered the dining room and saw my dad and King Boz sitting there, eating their food. I was surprise to see Boz up so early, I mean he does wake up early, but not that early.

I took a seat next to my dad, "Hey daddy, good morning your majesty," I greeted them both.

"Hey baby girl," my dad said to me, taking a sip of his coffee.

"Mornin'," Boz said, as he bit into his muffin. Oh yeah, we have banana muffins today. Now I know why he was up so early.

"Slept well?" daddy asked me.

I nodded, "Yeah, I'll just get some food and get ready for my guard shift," I told him and had a drink of tea that the maid brought me a second ago. "Is King Boomer up yet?" I asked, even though I knew the answer.

"What do you expect?" Boz joked and I laughed a little. I then finished drinking my tea and ate one banana muffin quickly, because it was already 6:28 and my guard shift was supposed to start at 6:30.

"I have to go," I said, as I got up and kissed my dad's cheek. "Bye."

He said bye to me as well and Boz just raised his hand up signalizing waving, because his mouth was full of food. I chuckled and left for my guard shift.

Six hours passed and my guard shift was finally over. I was heading back to the castle happy, looking forward to relax for the rest of the day. No guard shifts, and hopefully no babysitting the kings.

I opened the castle door. Once I walked inside, I noticed Boz sitting on the throne. He seemed bored.

"Hey Boz, what's up?" I greeted him, as I walked over to him. I looked around, searching for Boomer, but he wasn't there. "Boomer's still sleeping? It's twelve-thirty," I pointed out.

Boz sighed, "Well I went to check on him an hour ago. He was already up, but he didn't look very well," he said and I furrowed my eyebrows. "He was sweating, coughing, sneezing," he trailed off for a moment, "You know, I think he's sick."

I rolled my eyes. "Okay, where is he now?"

"Upstairs, the Shaman just came to check on him," Boz replied.

"Oh great," I mumbled, turning around and heading upstairs to the kings' room. Boomer's sick, so that means I have to take care of him. Great, just great.

I entered the room, Boz following me. I glanced at the bed, where the dark-skinned king was lying with the Shaman and also my dad were standing next to him.

"Hey bro, how you feelin'?" Boz asked, walking over to his brother's bed. Boomer glanced at him, "Well, what do you think," he asked sarcastically, which made Boz raise his eyebrows.

"So, what's the matter?" I asked.

"Oh, he just has a cold, nothing serious," my dad replied and I sighed in relief. So it's nothing serious, that's good. But I'll probably still have to take of him, though.

"A cold? Just that? Really?" Boz started questioning. "I mean look at him, he looks horrible," he said, pointing out the word horrible.

"Thanks, bro," Boomer said in sarcasm again.

"Don't worry, he'll be fine. All he needs is-" the Shaman wanted to finish, but was interrupted by Boomer's coughing.

"Boomer, will you shut up? The Shaman is trying to tell us how we can cure you," Boz said in annoyance. I rolled my eyes. He can be so silly sometimes.

Once Boomer stopped coughing and glaring at Boz, the Shaman continued talking. "All King Boomer needs is some rest. He should stay in here until he gets better," he told us.

Boz frowned, "That's it? Just some rest? Seriously? I mean, uh, are you-" I couldn't take it anymore I covered his mouth with my hand.

"Thank you for coming Shaman, we'll take it from here," I said politely and give him a smile, while Boz was mumbling into my hand. The Shaman nodded and then left the room, after giving Boomer a medicine. I removed my hand from Boz's mouth and looked at my dad.

"So that means I have to take care of him?" I asked, already suspecting the answer I was going to receive.

"Why baby girl? You already do a lot of work in the castle. I'll take care of him," he gave me a smile.

"Really?" I asked in disbelief, grinning. He nodded and I immediately wrapped my arms around his neck. "Thanks daddy!" I pulled away, smiling.

"Wait, so you didn't want to take care of me?" Boomer cut in, sounding a bit offended.

"Yeah, that's right," I responded. He gave me a look. "I mean, eh, you heard my dad, I already have a lot of work and I also need some rest," I then added, trying not to sound mean or something.

"Yeah, right," he mumbled. I sighed.

"Alright, you're majesty. You should get some rest now, so you'll get better," my dad said, indicating we should leave.

"Fine. This sucks," Boomer muttered, as he pulled his covers over his body, coughing again. "Night."

"Get better, bro," Boz said and I nodded in agreement. Soon we all walked out of the room, leaving the king to have some rest. I was so glad that I didn't have to take of him, but also felt sorry for him. I still don't know how did he a catch a cold, though. I mean, we live on a tropical island. But I guess on Kinkow is anything possible.

Boz and I walked downstairs to the throne room. My dad stayed upstairs, in case that Boomer needed him.

"So, wanna hang out? Boz suddenly asked me once we stopped in the middle of the throne room. I turned to him, surprised.

"You want to hang out with me? I thought you had your own plans," I told him.

"Well, I did. Boomer and I wanted to go to Boomerama today, but since he's sick now," he shrugged.

I kind of felt sorry for him. I mean, Boz and Boomer always hung out with each other and when Boomer was sick, he was leaving Boz all alone.

"Alright, then. Boomerama is it?" I questioned. A smiled appeared on Boz's face. He nodded.

"Great, let's go!" he exclaimed. "But do you really have to borrow you machete? You know, it kind of scares people."

I looked at the case that was placed around my waist and rolled my eyes. "I have to borrow it with me, because if something bad would happen, then I could protect you. For example, what would do if a giant Mookoo rat showed up?" I raised my eyebrow at him.

Boz chuckled, "I would fight it. What else would I do?" he stated, crossing his arms.

I coughed so he wouldn't hear me, "You'd run away."

"Hey," he said in an offended tone. "That's not true."

I laughed, "Yeah, whatever. Now let's go," I said, pushing him past me.

Soon we found ourselves walking towards the club, talking and laughing all the way there.

Yeah, I know. You all probably hate me for doing a Bozkayla story including romance and stuff like that in it, but I just couldn't help it. I wanted to write something else about them two than just a lame drabble. But don't worry, I'm still a hard Brakayla shipper, I promise. And if you have decided to read this story, I would like to thank you for your time and say that I really appreciate it. :)

Den Blue x