Okay, sorry for the delay, but I was finishing my other FanFiction… But here's Chapter Two! Enjoy!

Disclaimer: I don't own POK or HM (Hannah Montana)

Brady's POV

"Brady, do you have a minute?" Mason asked me the day after Mikayla ruined our launch.

"Mason, I'm a king. I never have a minute."

"You don't look busy now."

"I'm heading upstairs right now for a serious appointment," I told him, starting up the stairs.

Mason looked skeptical. "Is that appointment playing pool with Boomer?"
I looked down at my feet. "Maybe."

"Mmm-hmmm." He crossed his arms.

I sighed. "Fine! I guess I have a minute! You guards are so demanding!"
Mason raised an eyebrow. "O-kay. King Brady, there is something you must know. About when you were born."

"Oh, are you gonna say I'm older than Boomer, cause, I already knew that," I said, smirking.

"You don't know that! I could be older!" Boomer said shrilly, coming down the stairs.

"Uh, no, I'm older. End of discussion!" I said.

"Are you two fighting about that again?" Mikayla asked wearily, coming in from the plaza.

"Hey, it's not a stupid topic!" I said indignantly.

She rolled her eyes. "Daddy, have you told him yet?"
Her dad shook his head. "Not yet, Mikayla. I wanted to tell him alone. Can you please take King Boomer somewhere?"
"Like where?"
"Hey, you are not taking me anywhere! Whatever you're gonna tell Brady, you can tell me too," Boomer said.

Mason and Mikayla exchanged looks.

"He'll have to find out sometime," Mikayla said.

Her father sighed. "Alright. But maybe you two should sit down."

I plopped down on the couch, Boomer right next to me.

The two Makoolas faced us, looking grim.

"Brady," Mason began solemnly. "You are not one of the kings of legend. You're not even the real Brady Parker."

I frowned. "What?"
"Let me explain: when I was taking Brady and Boomer to Chicago, there was a problem and I had to stop in Malibu, California. There was a family hanging out on the beach near where I'd landed with a baby who looked exactly like you, and while I was distracted, they left, accidentally taking Brady instead of their baby. I didn't notice, so I took their baby, you, to Chicago in Brady's place."

So I wasn't Brady Parker. Boomer wasn't my twin, my aunt and uncle and cousin Lanny weren't really my family either. The parents I'd looked up to for pretty much my whole life weren't the people who'd brought me into this world. Kinkow wasn't my home.

"What's my name?" I asked. It was the only thing I could think to say.

"Oliver Oken."

Oliver Oken. The name echoed through my head.

"But he can still stay here, right?" Boomer asked, sounding worried. "He doesn't have to move to California, does he?"
"I'm afraid so, Your Majesty. The real Brady Parker, who grew up Oliver Oken, is the one of the kings of legend, and we need him on this island."

"Why did you never tell me this before? Why wait till now?" I demanded, upset.

"We didn't find out until just this morning. It turns out something weird came up in Oliver's, I mean, Brady's physical last month and when they investigated more closely, they discovered he wasn't their birth son. A bit more digging, and we learned the truth."

"Why didn't they realize they'd taken home the wrong baby? Didn't they know their own son?" I asked.

"I suppose they just couldn't tell. You two look exactly alike, and you were only a month old."

I sat back, my mind going a million miles an hour. I had to leave my brother and go live in California with a family I didn't even know? Sure, they were my birth family, but I hadn't seen them since before I could remember.

I couldn't help wondering how Oliver, I mean, Brady was feeling right now.

Oliver's (Well, I guess he's really Brady, but we're gonna keep calling him Oliver to keep it simple) POV

"Oliver," my mom said quietly as I walked through the front door.

She and my dad were standing in the middle of the living room looking kind of… sad.

"What's up, guys?" I asked. A thought came to me. "Is Sam okay?"
"He's fine, sweetheart," my mom said, her voice a little choked up.

"Then what's wrong?"
"Sit down, son," my dad said, not meeting my eyes.

I sat down, watching them warily.

"You remember when you had that physical last month and they found something… odd, and they had to do more tests on it?"
I nodded. "Why, what did they find?"

"Well… they found out that you're not our son."

"What? Who else would I be?" I demanded. This made no sense.

"When our son were a tiny baby, we took him to the beach, and there was this man there with twin boys named Brady and Boomer. Their parents had just died and he was taking them to their aunt and uncle in Chicago when he had to make a stop. It turns out Brady and our son look exactly alike, and we mistook Brady for our son and took him home instead."

"Wait, I'm who?"

"Basically, you're the real Brady Parker, and he's the real Oliver Oken," my dad said.

My head was spinning. "But what does that change? I mean, I've lived with you my whole life. You're not going to switch me now, are you?"

My mom burst into tears.

My dad looked down, still not meeting my eyes. "I'm sorry, Ol- Brady, but we have to. You're not just an ordinary kid. You're king of an island. And not just any king, a king of legend. Your island needs you to rule it."

"But.. You're not just going to send me off to live with strangers! What about my tour, my friends, my life, Lilly?"
My dad shrugged. "I'm sorry, but there's nothing we can do."

"You guys really hate me that much that you'd send me away?" I yelled, jumping up. "You'd rather have him? Your real son?"
"Oliver," my mom sobbed. "It's not like that…."
But I was already gone.

XXX

As soon as I got to my room I pulled out my phone, dialing Lilly's number.

She picked up on the second ring. "Hey Ollie-Pop."

"Lilly," I stammered, suddenly at a loss for words. How could I leave her?

"Ollie-Pop, what's wrong?" She asked, worried.

Then words started pouring out. I told her the whole story, barely stopping for breath.

When I finished, there was silence on the other line.

"Lilly-Pop?" I asked.

"You're… leaving?" Her voice broke. She sounded all choked up.

"I… I don't want to. I want to stay here, with you. But my parents say I have to go…" That's when my voice broke.

She started to cry. "I'm gonna miss you so much!"
"I'm going to miss you too," I said, trying not to start crying myself.

"Can you… can you call me from Kinkow?" She asked.

"I don't know."

She cried harder.

"Lilly, I'm sorry."

"I know, I'm not mad. I know you want to stay. I'm just…"

"When do you have to leave?" She asked finally.

"I don't know."

"Are you gonna tell Miley or should I?"
"You tell her."

"I'm just so glad you have her," I said. "Since I have to…" I couldn't go on.

"Yeah, but she's not you," she sobbed.

"I know, Lilly-Pop. I'm gonna miss you so much."

She just cried.

I wanted to cry with her.

Awwww, so sad :'( Poor Brady and Oliver! Lilly, Miley, and Boomer too. Anyways, please review and tell me what you think.