"Uh, hi." Boz greeted, sticking his hand out. "I'm King Boz, that's-."

"I know who it is." Brady said, ignoring Boz's hand and walking straight towards Boomer and Mikayla. "Hey."

" 'Hey'?" Mikayla let out a huge breath. "You disappear for six months and all you can say is 'hey'?!"

"Well, I-." Brady never got to finish his sentence; it was cut short by Boomer's fist colliding with his jaw.

"Boomer!" Mikayla yelled.

Boz rushed over, grabbing Boomer and pulling him away from Brady before he pummeled him.

"Boom, Boom, come on, let's go!" Boz hauled him up to their room with much difficulty.

Mikayla sighed, pulling Brady off the floor and sitting him on the couch. "I'll be right back."

Brady moved his jaw back and forth, making sure Boomer hadn't done too much damage.

Up in their room, Boomer had been pacing back and forth with his fists curled into balls and his nostrils flaring from so much anger.

"Boomer, calm down." Boz tried. "Just tell me what's going on, please?"

"Do you know who that is?!" He fumed.

"Well…no." Boz admitted. "Who is he?"

"That's Brady. Our brother." He threw himself on his bed.

"It is? Well, what are we waiting for? Let's go talk to him."

"No!"

"Boomer…"

"I don't know why he's back and I don't want to know!"

"But he's-."

"Do NOT say he's our brother." Boomer was frustrated. "If he was really my brother, he would have never left."

"Well go down there and get an explanation out of him."

"I want to… but every time I try, I just want to punch him in the face."

Boz put his hands on his hips and sighed. "Oh boy."

Brady was holding a cloth full of ice up to his jaw.

"Thanks." He said to Mikayla.

"You wouldn't need it if you hadn't left." She sighed, sitting across from him.

He sat in silence, looking for a way to tell her that he was sorry. He could just come out and say it, but it wouldn't be enough.

Mikayla took the time to take in his new features; his hair was cut shorter, his jaw was chiseled, he had more muscle than before, and his hands seemed rougher.

"Where were you?" She asked him.

"Nowhere." He mumbled.

"How can you look like you look, but you've been doing nothing?"

"How do I look?" He smirked at her.

"Don't!" She stood up. "You can't just show up, thinking you can flirt with me and it'll work!"

"Won't it?" He stood up abruptly, facing her.

"Glad to see your arrogance hasn't been affected." She said sarcastically, narrowing her eyes at him.

He took a few steps forward, backing her into the stone wall. "I missed you." He whispered, leaning in and kissing her cheek.

Mikayla swallowed the lump in her throat, bracing her hands against the wall because she didn't know what to do; she didn't know why she was frozen or why her stomach tingled from how close he was.

Brady stayed in place, only a few inches away from her lips. He would have kissed her, but he wasn't the same person he used to be. He wasn't going to play the role of the love-stricken King. He wanted Mikayla to chase after him this time.

The sound of the double doors opening made Brady sigh and back away from the blushing guard girl.

"King Brady?" Mason questioned.

"Hello, Mason." Brady stuffed his hands into his pockets.

"What are you doing here?"

He shrugged he shoulders. "Reasons."

"And those reasons would be?" Mason crossed his arms then looked over at Mikayla. "What's wrong with you, baby girl?"

Mikayla broke out of the trance she was in and stuttered. "I, uh…n-nothing." She ran away and up the stairs.

Mason looked back at Brady. "We had an agreement."

"Look, Mason, we can't hide this forever, all right? You're going to have to tell Boomer and Mikayla."

"Whoa, whoa, whoa. I have to tell them?"

"It was your idea." Brady patted Mason's shoulder and walked away.

Boomer and Boz were standing out on their balcony; Boz didn't want to leave Boomer alone knowing he was still very upset about this morning.

"Knock, knock." They heard.

Boz turned around and Boomer rolled his eyes.

"Uh, hi." Boz walked towards Brady. "I, um…you see, we're…brothers."

"I know." Brady nodded, smiling and sticking his hand out. "Mason, uh, filled me in on everything."

Behind them, Boomer snorted, finally turning around and facing his two brothers. "So, he's told you that Boz and I are doing a great job running this island while you were on…vacation!"

Brady scratched the back of his neck. "Look, Boom, I'm sorry, man. I just-."

"No!" Boomer seethed. "I don't want to hear your excuses!"

"I'll just…give you guys time." Boz rushed out of the room, scared of what Boomer might start throwing around.

"Boomer, you have to listen to me, I'm your brother!"

"My brother wouldn't just desert me!" Boomer started breathing heavy. "You promised! WE promised, Brady! We were in this together! TOGETHER! We were supposed to lead the people of Kinkow, not abandon them, Brady. We were gonna be the kings of legend, we were gonna make mom and dad proud. We had everything we ever wanted, we weren't those nerdy kids in school anymore, why would you run away from that?"

"I know that, Boom. And I know I hurt you, bro, but you have to hear me out. I needed to prove, not just to Mikayla, but also to the people of Kinkow and myself that I could be a better man. And think of it this way, if I had never left, we would have never found out that we had a brother. Do you not want Boz in our life?"

"Of course I do, he's family. It's not even about Boz right now, it's about you. How could you even come back here expecting some big welcome back party?"

"I didn't expect any of that, Boomer. I know I messed up, okay? I know I have a lot to make up for, but you have to give me a chance."

Boomer hesitated, but sighed. "Okay."

"Yes!" Brady hugged Boomer. "Thank you, Boom."

"But you can't let me down this time." Boomer warned.

"I won't." Brady pulled away. "I swear."

"All right, well, let's talk to Mason about the sleeping arrangements." Boomer walked out of the room.

Brady sighed happily and looked around the room, smiling as he realized he was back on his brother's good side.