Hey guys! So, some of you wanted me to do Boomer and Boz's POVs, and some of you wanted me to stick with Brady and Mikayla, so I compromised. About every other chapter or so I'll have like a third of the chapter be from Boz or Boomer's POV. That way the focus is mainly of Brady and Mikayla, but we still sort of know what Boomer and Boz think of everything. Anyways, enjoy Chapter Three!

Disclaimer: I do not own POK or anything that connects to it, or the song Empty by Mitchel Musso.

Boomer's POV

I felt kind of let down after I finished my Skype call with Rebecca. Brady was back at our old high school, getting bullied really bad. All alone. We'd barely gotten through the first three years together, without me, how could Brady possibly survive? And if he was messing with Rondo….

Please come back, bro, I thought. If Brady was here on the island again, he and Boz and I could all have so many awesome adventures. I'd get two brothers!

"Boomer," I heard Boz's voice coming form the doorway. "Mason wants us downstairs."

"Okay, I'm coming." I got up and followed him down into the throne room.

Mason and Mikayla stood there, arms crossed, looking at us.

"What is wrong with you two? Did we do something?" I asked.

"Something's wrong with the island. I think it might be because of King Brady's departure." Mason said in his deep, calm voice.

"But I thought you guys said Brady was the unworthy king, otherwise the island wouldn't have even let him leave in the first place," I said, a little off balance.

"Maybe that's what the island thought originally, but now it changed it's mind," Mikayla said.

"Can it do that?" Boz asked.

"I don't know. It's never done it before…" Mason said.

"I'm gonna go try to call Brady," I said suddenly. "Boz, you wanna come with?"
Boz glanced at Mason and Mikayla's stony expressions, then nodded. "Yeah, yeah, I'd like to do that." He followed me up the stairs to our room.

I grabbed the computer and went on Skype, then clicked on Brady Parker. It started to ring.

"Come on, Brady," I said, watching the screen. "Come on!"

Brady's POV

Bee-bop. Bee-bop. Bee-bop.

I looked over at my laptop propped open on my desk. It was a Skype call. The words BOOMER AND BOZ PARKER glowed on the screen.

Should I answer it? I missed Boom so much. But I'd told myself I'd left Kinkow to grow up. That meant I needed to completely cut myself off. I couldn't talk to my brother, no matter how much I missed him.

I sat back on my bed and listened to it ring. It took all my willpower not to answer it.

After about a minute, it stopped and I heard the answering machine speaking in my head.

"Yo, whassup, it's King Br- I mean, Brady Parker. I'm off doing something totally awesome, leave a message! Beep!

"Hey Brady," I heard Boomer's voice coming out of my computer. A voice I hadn't heard in almost two months.

I balled my hands into fists.

The message continued, "it's Boomer."

"And Boz," an unfamiliar voice chimed in.

"Yeah, anyways," Boomer's voice continued. "We really miss you over here, bro. Just wanted to know when you're coming home. Call me back, Brady."

There was another beep! and the laptop was silent.

I got up and shut it.

XXX

A few hours later, while I was practicing the guitar, my aunt Nancy opened the door.

"Is your head feeling any better, Brady?" She asked, concerned.

I'd been getting really bad headaches lately and I had no idea why.

"Yeah, I feel fine, Aunt Nancy."

She nodded and left.

I starting strumming and singing my new song.

I was alone here but you found your way to me

And it took me so long but I think I'm staring to see

That there's so much more to life…. and there's much I know it's true

That I'm empty here and all I want is you

Yeah…. cause I'm empty here and all I want is you

When I was done, I sat there thinking. Who did I want? Mikayla, Boomer, or just Kinkow?

I needed sleep. I climbed into bed, not even bothering to change. I was really tired, sleep came easily…

XXX

I was back in Kinkow, in the courtyard. People were running around frantically, panicking and yelling. I saw Mikayla about three feet from me, looking scared.

I ran over to her. "Mikayla, what's wrong?"

"The volcano's about to blow!" She looked terrified.

"What? Where's Boomer? Or Boz?"

"They're gone. Someone- or something- took them."

I looked around me. "How did this happen, Mikayla?" I demanded.

"After you left, the island started shifting. Without it's third king, it couldn't stand. Everything started to crumble and fall."

I stepped back. "I made this happen? By leaving?"
She nodded, fears falling down her cheeks. "How could you do this to us, Brady?"
"I would never do this on purpose! I'm sorry, Mikayla!"

The volcano started rumbling.

"We don't have much time! We have to go!" Mikayla yelled.

She started to run, and I tried to follow her, but my feet wouldn't move. I screamed at the top of my lungs. It was coming…..

XXX

I woke up when I fell out of bed. My head was pounding. I could barely breathe.

Then it all made sense! The headaches, the dream, the pain I was feeling now.

Kinkow was in trouble, and it was all because of me.

Okay, that's Chapter Three! Please review and tell me what you think!