Chapter 9-
A/N: Hi guys, I know it's been a little while. But, without further ado… I present: CHAPTER 9!
Brady POV-
I had worked hard preparing for today's ceremony. Boomer had to prove he was still king. I felt bad for my brother. He was clueless as to his test of deservingness. It wasn't just 'lets suck up to the elders' anymore. He was going to have to earn the right to be king. I sat in his room, listening to him reassure himself.
Ever since the unfortunate 'Getting Arrested' incident, Boomer had acted a lot more reserved around me. I had basically labeled myself as untrustworthy, which I was. Boomer had no clue that while he was missing Brady, he was right next to him.
Boomer stared at the ceiling sadly. "Man… I don't know what I have to do, Mitchel! This would be so much easier if Brady were here. We would both fail together! It's like he's abandoned me. If only he knew I missed him."
Oh trust me, he knows.
"I just wish I could tell him how mad I am, but that I wish he was here. Do you think he cares that I'm a total flop alone?"
Oh trust me, he cares.
"Why would he ditch me? Now I have to do some grueling ceremony. Do you think Brady's watching, somehow, somewhere?"
Oh trust me, he's watching.
Boomer sighed, and pulled on his shoe. He glared at it. "WHY WON'T IT FIT?" He yelled at the shoe.
"You're putting it on backwards." I carefully ran a hand through my hair.
Boomer flipped the shoe around. "I knew that!" He slipped on the shoe, and fastened the Velcro.
I looked at him. "You know, my king, I think wherever he is, Brady's sorry. I don't think he meant to hurt you."
"How do you know? ARE YOU IN CONTACT WITH HIM?" He roared.
In so many ways.
"NO. I just think that if I were Brady-"
If… ha.
"If you were Brady, what?" Boomer questioned.
"If I were Brady I would feel really bad for leaving you. But I'm sure he had a reason."
"Yeah. And that reason has a name. Mikayla. He left because he did something stupid. I knew we were cowards, but we don't run away from our mistakes."
Ouch.
I couldn't help but defend myself. "Maybe Brady had to leave! Maybe he wanted to be a better king!" I growled.
"Since when does running away make you a better king? Kings are brave! They don't run away from their problems!"
"Did you ever stop to think that he WASN'T running away? That he was trying to be a better king by leaving this pampered life? By learning to be less bratty? LESS LIKE YOU?" As I yelled it, I realized the damage I'd dealt.
"What?" Boomer asked quietly. "Brady left to be less like me?"
I tried to clean up my mess. "No! No… He just… I mean-"
"How do YOU know anyway? YOU CAN'T READ HIS MIND!" Boomer snapped. "Brady and I are closer than that! If you can't figure that out… Get out!"
I was shocked. "But, I know how close you and Brady are! I get it!"
Boomer glared at me. His gaze was icy cold, not a trace of that Boomer kindness. "I don't think you do. You're fired."
My mouth dropped open. "But… Boom!"
"Don't ever call me BOOM!" He bellowed. "Get out, Mitchel!"
I slowly backed out of the room. I ran down the stairs, and to the throne room. I sat on the throne, and hid my head in my hands, not aware anyone was watching me. I couldn't stop thinking about how I had lost the only connection to my brother I had left.
"Mitchel? Why are you on the throne?" A sharp, annoying voice cut through my thoughts like a dagger.
I looked up and saw Lanny. He was scowling at me with such disgust, as if I was a pile of day old fish guts. "Hey Lanny!"
"That's Prince Lanny to you, peasant!" Lanny barked.
"Seriously?" I asked in disbelief.
He nodded. "Duh. And you have no right to question me! I'm royalty! And what are you? A servant!"
I frowned. "No. I got fired."
Lanny cackled cruelly. "You got fired? Oh Hahaha that is too rich! Hahaha that is so Hahaha hilarious!"
"You know Lanny, you're a lot nicer to the kings than you are normal people." I observed.
He quit laughing immediately. "How do you know?"
"I know things." I responded.
He looked scared. "Well, uh… I have to go!" He scurried off without another word.
"What kind of things do you know, Mitchel? Because I know things too." Mikayla's voice sounded from behind me.
I faced her. "Many things."
She pulled her machete on me. "You mean like where Brady is? Because I think I have a lead."
I gulped. "What lead?"
She tilted her head. "YOU."
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