A/N: Hey guys! I figured out how I'm going to get this done, so expect updates every one to two weeks, depending how hectic my life gets. I just finished up our school musical, Beauty and the Beast, which went AMAZINGLY! Anyways, I'm going to shut up now because I'm sure you people don't care about my life…

Disclaimer: If I owned POK do you think Mitchel Musso would've been kicked off?

Brady stared at his phone, wondering if he ought to answer it. He took a deep breath and presses the answer button.

"Hello?" The boy said tentatively.

"Brady? It's Mason," The voice on the other end informed

"Oh, um hi! Whatcha need?"

"We were all just wondering how you were doing, how school was going... and stuff"

"Uh... everything's going great! Was there something else or was that it...?" Brady trailed off, hoping he could end the call. It wasn't that Brady didn't miss his old family, he did, he just wasn't sure he could handle facing them, or even talking to them. He was just terrified of them being disappointed in him because of his leaving.

"Well, actually, we were wondering if you were up to coming back..." Mason said, sounding uncharacteristically gentle, which confused Brady further.

"Come back...? Why?"

"We, ah, found some pretty important things, my king"

"You don't have to call me king anymore, but what things?"

"Um, it'd be best if we explained over, my kin-Brady."

Brady sighed deeply, before saying he would think about it. The boy carefully hung up his phone, and set it gingerly on the table, as though it might erupt.

"Who was that?" Brittney asked, reminding Brady she was still there.

"Um, a... family member, from far away," he answered carefully, trying not to give anything away. Brittney nodded, realizing the boy wasn't going to tell her anymore. Brady stood up, fully prepared to flee the awkward scene, before Brittney's expression caught his eye. She looked so crumpled and embarrassed, Brady leaned down to give a quick hug before scurrying off. The blonde girl's expression was frozen in an odd mixture of surprised and hurt. She quickly recomposed herself, stood up, and left. Two minutes later, Nino, who had still been buying pizza up till now, returned to find an empty table, in place of his friends. He growled in frustration, plopping himself on the table. The Italian boy glanced around the courtyard, hoping to find at least one of his friends. Unfortunately, both Brittney and Brady had disappeared into thin air, leaving him with a courtyard full of people he'd rather not talk to. After thoroughly examining the area, and not finding Brady or Brittney, he opened the pizza box and began to eat his lunch alone.

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Brittney paced around her dorm room, her mouth set in a thin, pink line. She crossed her arms across her chest and willed herself not to cry. After a few minutes of trying to calm herself, she gave up. The blonde beauty sank to the floor in a crumpled heap and cried. She cried for always having to bottle up her feelings, for having no one to talk to, for being blatantly rejected, but for mainly still having feelings for Brady. After she'd bawled to her hearts content-or rather discontent-she pulled herself up off the floor and got to work righting her hair and face.

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Anger. Anger for still loving Mikayla, for not being able to move on after all this time.

Resentment. Resentment for being weak enough to leave the island and to not come back.

Fear. Fear for meeting his new brother, for having to face his old one.

These were the things racing through Brady's mind as he sat on his bed in his and Nino's dorm room, softly strumming his guitar. The boy couldn't decide if he even wanted to think about going back or not.

If he went back, he see his family again, but on the other hand, they might not want him.

But, he missed the beautiful island and the prime beach area's it offered, however, it was the same island and beaches that had tried to kill him.

Also, he missed being king, but, everyone said he was far too immature to be king.

And, if he was being entirely honest with himself, he really missed Mikayla, even though she said she could never be with him.

Mikayla. She'd been his sunshine, his rain, and his earth all wrapped in one. From the very moment the boy had set his eyes on her, he knew she was his "the one". Of course, he'd ruined any chance he had to be with her. He'd tried so hard to make her fall for him, and just when he'd been ready to give up on her for good, she'd kissed him. That one beautiful, magical, world-shaking kiss had restored all his faith in her. In that one kiss, he saw his entire future with her, beautifully real in his mind's eye.

After hours of contemplation, Brady was still completely torn. The raven haired boy sighed, and had his heart fully set on sleeping on it, before the phone rang for the second time that day

A/N: Thanks for reading! I'm sorry this was a short chapter, but it really a plot bridge, and a way to see the characters more clearly. Please review and tell me what I'm doing right, wrong, what you liked, what you hated! See you soon!