Chapter 2- Tricky Tricky!

A/N: Thanks to the people who reviewed! Thanks to the people that didn't review, but still read it! And thanks to those of you who are reading it now! And to those who never read or reviewed? Well, you don't even know I didn't thank you in this! Lol!

Brady POV:

"Dude…" I said in utter confusion. "You look just like me!"

He stared at me. "So, you must be the Brady everyone is confusing me for?"

I nodded. "And you must be… Wait, who are you?"

He laughed. "My name is Oliver. This is Lilly. We came here because your crazy friend kidnapped us!" He glared at Mason.

"Oh, he must've thought you were me. How did he find you?" I was even more confused.

"He saw me on TV performing with my band, and thought I was his 'king.' Which I'm not." Oliver replied.

I smirked. "Yeah, that would be me. Hey, you're a musician? So am I! I play guitar and the flute… But, I don't really care for the flute!"

Oliver chuckled. "Sweet! I play guitar. I'm like, a great singer too. Except I never realized it because I was living in the shadow of my friend Miley."

"Yeah, she was Hannah Montana!" Lilly blurted. "But, she stopped."

I was amazed. "Dude, that's sick! You wanna go play some guitar?"

Oliver grinned. "Okay, I'm game!"

We rushed up to my room. Oliver was in awe. "Whoa…" He gasped. "You have a POOL TABLE? And this view is so cool! Man…" He said thoughtfully. "I wish I was a king…"

He seemed to get an idea. "And maybe I could be." He beamed as he looked at me. I widened my eyes and looked at him.

"Are you suggesting what I think you're suggesting?" I had a mixture of horror, and excitement in my voice.

He slowly nodded. "I have that same shirt. And we're already wearing the same skinny jeans!"

He rushed out of the room, and came back looking absolutely identical to me. Black skinny jeans, black V-neck, with white Nikes. He slyly smiled. "Wanna mess with some people's heads?"

"Let's do this!"

Mikayla POV:

I grimaced when I saw Brady come down the stairs followed by… Brady? "Oh boy… You two are wearing the same outfit!" I figured I would pick Brady out with some trivia. Little did I know, Brady had filled Oliver in on his life. And Oliver had done the same.

"Hey, Kayla." They said together.

"Not funny guys." I said glaring at them. "Okay… You on the right. What was the first thing you said to me?"

"I'm Brady… And you're hot." He answered. "You were digging me."

"So, you're Oliver!" I grinned at the Brady on the left.

He smirked. "You sure? Better quiz me too."

I rolled my eyes. "Okay…"

Lilly pushed me aside. "I'll quiz the one on the right too, because if this one's Oliver, he'll know it and that one won't."

"Good plan." I agreed.

"Okay, you on the right. What are you afraid of, because of your aunt?"

He shivered. "Gum…"

Lilly looked astounded.

"Nice try, Lilly-Pop." They both said.

Boomer came down and grinned. "I've got this." He whispered. "Well," He shouted. "If neither of you is Oliver, then I guess this pretty thing is up for the taking?" He pretended to go to kiss Lilly.

"STOP IT!" They both yelled in synch.

Boomer seemed astonished. "Wow, you guys are good… Too good. You on the left, are you a robot clone of my brother?"

"No, Boom. I am your brother." He raised his eyebrows.

"So am I." One on the right agreed.

Boomer threw his hands up. "No clue." He stormed out of the room.

They both smiled. "Give up?" They were gloating silently.

"Yes, I give up…" Lilly and I said resignedly.

"Sweet. So we'll tell you if Mikayla…" The one on the right began.

"Admits she loves…" The one on the left continued.

"ME. In other words, Brady." They said together.

I opened my mouth. "No!"

They shrugged. "Then I'm afraid we can't help you." The left one said.

"Why don't we just take off their shirts?" Lilly eagerly asked.

"Um… YOU'LL NEVER CATCH ME!" The right one screamed.

"Every man for himself!" The left one hollered.

We pinned the left one down. "Wait!" He insisted. "I'll tell you. I'm Brady."

"What?" Right one, or I guess Oliver, said. "No, I'm Brady!"

"No you're not, poser! It's me!" He looked me in the eyes. "Come on, Kayla. You know it's me. This happened with the plant incident. I'll say what I said then: You can machete me, but you can never machete our love!"

I faltered. "I believe you."

Oliver looked infuriated. "Nuh-uh! I'm Brady!"

"It's over Olly-Pop!" Lilly grabbed his arm. "Let's go."