Just as I had promised, I'd make up for the short chapter last time, so here's a long one! And goodness, I'm glad that my exams are OVER and we have such a long weekend, so I used up those extra days thinking of chapters...So here's one...:)))
He whispered, "Mikayla, I was just fixing your dresser, that's all."
I shook my head. Brady was good at making excuses and cover-ups.
But not today.
(Brady POV)
I cowered in fear. I looked at Mikayla, and I thought I was going to melt, well, not in a good way, because she was giving me that death glare. My excuse was so lame, I had to admit. But can you even think of the right thing to say when you're utterly terrified as your whole life flashes before your eyes?
If she could do as she pleases, I might have been turned to toast this very minute. As I was awaiting the blow...
I felt the notebook as I was using as a shield, grabbed from my hands. Then I heard someone laugh. It was Mikayla.
I blinked. She was smiling now.
"And you thought I was going to kill you!," she laughed. "Why were you even trying to get my diary?"
I froze. I didn't know what to answer. "Mikayla..."
Just then Boomer came into the room. By his look, I know he's been frantically searching for "me". Once he saw "me" he threw a brotherly hug around "Brady" who was struggling for air. Desperately.
Then he gave me a look. "Mikayla, you let Brady in your room?" I couldn't think of an answer so I just nodded.
Then he soon noticed what "Brady" was holding on to dearly. He looked at "Brady" then whispered, "And she let you borrow her diary? That isn't Mikayla."
"I didn't let him borrow it in the 1st place. Well, you can take it anyway, just don't blame me, if next thing in the morning, once you're done reading that thing, you have by your side a dangling set of machetes," I shrugged.
Boomer stared at me. "Brady" wasn't looking very happy. In fact, "he" was angry.
"Come on Brady, let's get out of here," Boomer said, but "Brady" protested. "No, I still need to talk to Br-, uh, Mikayla," "he" pointed out.
"Later," Boomer said, grabbing from "Brady" "my" diary. "Oh and here's your diary, Mikayla. I wouldn't risk my life on it."
And with that being said, Boomer and "Brady" went out of the room.
I stared at the diary in my lap. Mikayla's already upset for getting switched, and she has yet to deal with worrying about her diary. I couldn't do this to her. She was my friend, if not my best friend, after Boomer, but who cares, she is my friend. I tossed the diary back on the dresser. I won't read it. I might as well get a snack instead.
(Mikayla POV)
I mumbled angrily to myself on the way back to the Kings' room. How could Brady do that? It looks as if it was all planned out. Then something in me snapped. What if they had planned this out all along? Brady just told me that it wasn't him nor Boomer, but what if he meant it wasn't either him or Boomer, alone? Maybe they're just doing this to get my diary.
Boomer suddenly spoke up, pulling me out of my thoughts. "Brady, what's wrong? You aren't acting yourself today, far from the twin brother I grew up with."
"Because I am not your twin brother. I'm Mikayla. And if you actually did this to me, then you'd better speak now," I thought.
"Nothing," I spat. I hated myself. I didn't know who really did this, if it was a their plan to get my diary, or I'm so inconsiderate that I accuse them at once. Ugh, I just hate that feeling when I'm not sure.
Boomer just sulked in front of the TV. I felt bad for him somehow, when just a while ago, I was really furious with the both of them. I couldn't think of something to do, so I just got Brady's guitar and softly played it. Now I wish I asked Brady for some guitar lessons, not only because of now, but I also want to learn how to play anyway. I began to just put my fingers anywhere, as I see Brady do.
Little did I know, King Boomer was watching me the whole time. "Brady, could you play something for me? You know, even if it's those songs you just come up with, like that cookie-or-donut song."
"I thought you hated it when I sang my thoughts?"
"I'll tolerate it today, you know just because there's nothing else better to do," he sighed.
"Wait, I think I'll just play this instead." The I strummed the guitar, oh I really hope this works.
Oh how were you to know
How were you to know-oh-oh
And I, I hate to see your heart break
I hate to see your eyes get darker as they close
But I've been there, before.
And I, I hate to see your heart break.
I hate to see your eyes get darker as they close
But I've been there, before.
(Author's QUICK Note: I DON'T own Paramore's "I Hate To See Your Heart Break". Thank You. And why I chose it? I really like the song, that's what. )
"Brady," Boomer smiled. I think he's glad that at least maybe he's "brother" is somehow showing he's "old self". "Brady, that was nice. Although," he pointed out, "you kind of missed some notes there," he said pointing to the guitar.
"Pssh, I'm just tired, you know. I'll be okay tomorrow," I assured Boomer.
"Oooh, I need a potty break," Boomer said while going over to the bathroom. I just rolled my eyes. He didn't need to say it out loud. Maybe that's what he and Brady do.
Just as Boomer was about to reach the doorknob, I remembered something.
"Hey Boom," I asked, trying to make the "Boom" sound as natural as possible. "Can I take a look at the dream journal we have. I do hope they have one, and they weren't just tricking me about it before.
Boomer gave me a look. "I thought you had it? Isn't it under your bed as always?"
I checked under the bed. Sure enough, there was a notebook lying underneath. "Found it. I thought I left it in the, uhm, bathroom."
"Yeah right," Boomer said and went inside the bathroom.
I opened the notebook. Jeez, it had a lot of dust on it. "I guess they haven't touched it for a long time," I thought.
I went to the 1st page. It read "Boomer's part". I looked at the 1st entry, "Duet with Beyonce: LIVE". I laughed. Boomer was really obsessed with Beyonce.
This is going to be interesting. If Brady's got the privilege to read my diary, I've got the privilege to read their dream journal.
(Brady POV)
After having a waffle overload, I came back to my supposed room. I jumped onto "my" bed. I really had nothing to do. What am I to do that Mikayla's found of? Machete up trees? Talk to the guards? Train? Go on guard shifts? Well, I'm excused from all those for now. Paint my nails? Do my hair?
I then looked around. Her diary. It was so tempting to read it. Without another thought, I took the diary from the dresser. Anyway, I already read some parts. I already know who King Creepy is too. "I'm so sorry, Mikayla," I thought. I went over to one of the diary entries. "Brady bans poetry." That burns a lot, so I guess I don't want to really read about it. I flip to the other pages. "Do-Over Incident"
Wait a minute. I thought they have forgotten everything that happened that day? I read the title to make sure. Nope, still the same title. But Mikayla said she doesn't remember the time she promised that she might consider going out with me. That's weird.
"Brady and Boomer found some stupid watch and almost put all our lives in jeopardy. Oh wait. They just did. We were at the mercy of the tarantula people. It started off with the kings' throwing the gourd, and my dad laughed. The funny thing is whenever they shout "do over!" I'm suddenly back, in front of the Kings' bedroom with my dad. It's morning. "Weird, I know we had already started Jiki Giki ceremony." (Author's Quick Note: I really don't know how to spell it so yeah, sorry)
"My dad gives me a look, and Boomer acts mad and we are forced to exit the room. But that isn't all. I go on a date with King Brady, I guess you'd call it a date, and bird poop would always fall from above. He either dresses up fancy, hides in a gift box, well, actually I forgot the others. But the last one was when he planned out a picnic with a REAL violinist and my favorite ice cream. I had to admit, it was all I could ever want on a date, but he was rushed and weird. I knew..."
I slammed the notebook shut. That was enough for today. I'll just continue the rest tomorrow.
I stared at the ceiling in disbelief. No. She didn't remember anything from those days. Not a single memory.
But still a nagging voice tugged on the ends of my soul. "She remembered, she remembered. She really doesn't want to go out with you. She just made that stupid promise because she thought it was to be the last day of her life, and thought she wouldn't live to see tomorrow, and made that promise, which of course she never intended to keep because she'll never make it out alive."
I blinked hard, hoping that tears won't fall from my eyes. But the voice keeps nagging on and on. "She remembered, she remembered." "No she didn't! No," I poorly convinced myself. I was like a mad man, arguing with ony himself.
Mikayla's got a lot of explaining to do.
There. Sorry to always leave you hanging, but I mean, don't cliffhangers just make you wonder about what will happen next? :)) So there AND please, don't forget to review! :DDD Remember, I need your reviews! :) So...uhm...yeah...:D
