Chapter 3- Signed up to Sing
A/N: All right, so there may not be Oliver or Brady point of view for a while. That's just because it ruins the mystery of who is who. Thanks for reading!
Lilly POV:
I smiled at my boyfriend. He was so cute. He had a charming smile, and I couldn't help but notice the way his brown eyes sparkled. His black hair was combed just so it would stay out of his eyes. I loved the haircut he had gotten to be in the band. He didn't seem disappointed about being kidnapped. It appeared he enjoyed it here. I liked it here too. He hadn't talked the whole time we had been watching the sunset. We had just left the castle, and he had been absolutely silent ever since.
"Ollie?" I asked, tugging on his arm. "You okay?"
He turned to face me. What I saw in his eyes surprised me. There was envy, anger and… regret.
"Lilly." He said in a very upset tone. "Please… I don't really feel like talking. It's just… No one believes me."
I gave him my best puppy dog face. "Ollie! You call tell me anything! I will always believe my Olly-pop!"
He sighed. "I know. But that's the problem."
I was shocked and a little hurt. "Okay… Well," I said, anxiously trying to repair our bond, "what if we were to go on a date tomorrow? I feel like we're too distant with each other lately."
He made eye contact. "You have no idea. But okay. I'll go on a date with you." He made it sound as if it was a chore.
I sniffled. "Okay. Tomorrow at eight? We could have a picnic in the plaza!"
" In the plaza?" He sounded excited. " 'Kay! It's a date!" He grinned, and rushed off. I was confused but called after him anyways.
"Bye, Ollie!"
Boomer POV:
I eyed Brady suspiciously. He was sitting on his bed strumming his guitar. Every now and then he would look around and say: "Wow."
I glared at him. Having heard Oliver talking in the plaza I made a plan. "So Oliver's going on a date with Lilly tomorrow."
He looked up, startled. "WHAT? I mean, that's cool. Not like I care. It's his girlfriend."
I smirked. "Maybe you should take Mikayla on a date." I suggested slyly.
He blushed. "UM…. I'm too nervous, bro. She doesn't like me!"
"Really?" I asked innocently. "Well, I think she does. She kissed Oliver. She thought he was you."
"She did?" He fidgeted. "So she likes me?"
I lunged at him and pinned him to the ground. "NO. SHE LIKES BRADY. MY BROTHER, BRADY! NOT SOME PSYCHOTIC SINGER TRYING TO PASS AS HIM!"
He stared at me. "Boom. Please let go. I think you broke my butt!"
I let him go, but continued to scowl. "I still don't trust you!"
He looked at me. "Dude, come on. We're brothers. I know you know it's me! We are in this together. Do you really think I would let some freaky musician take my place? I just left, and I'm NOT making that mistake again!"
I blinked. "Well… Okay… But… I need to tell you something…"
He squinted suspiciously. "Boom, what did you do?"
"I sort of signed Oliver and you up for the Sing-Off tomorrow. I wanted to prove you were my bro. I would know your singing voice! I mean, you're my brother. So, uh, good luck!"
Mikayla POV:
I saw Oliver talking to Lilly. "Hey, Oliver! I heard you and Brady are competing in the competition tomorrow! I'm super excited! I'm going against Lilly!"
He turned to Lilly panicked. "But… Lil, you can't… Well… you can't sing…"
She laughed. "Don't worry, Ollie! I've been practicing. Miley taught me. She gave me private lessons for three years!"
"Oh. Good luck then." Suddenly, he turned to me, stricken. "Kayla, did you just say I was singing tomorrow?"
"Mmm-hmm." I answered absentmindedly.
"Who signed me up?" He narrowed his eyes.
"Boomer." I replied.
He gasped. "I. Can. Not. Believe. HIM!"
"Why Ollie?" Lilly sounded concerned. "You love to sing! You are in a band!"
He glared at the castle. "Listen. I'm really not. I'll tell you tomorrow. I have to go have a talk with a certain King!"
I looked at him apologetically. "Sorry, Oliver. You aren't allowed anywhere in the castle but the plaza, throne room, and guest room. Standard procedure for guests."
He slumped his shoulders. "Of course it is. Come on, Lil. Let's go."