And now… we have reached the end. The sad end. What will Brady do? Where will he choose? And what about Mikayla? Is she okay? Does she like Brady or not? Will Brakayla happen? Without further ado… Chapter Ten! (Sorry about all that dramatics. I'm an actress, I can't help it ;P)

Disclaimer: I own nothing. Nothing, I say! I don't own Get Out by MM (Mitchel Musso) either, but I love that song!

Brady's POV

Three days. It had been three days since we'd stopped the volcano from destroying the island.

I still didn't know what to do, if I was going to stay or not. I didn't miss Chicago at all. Who would miss my old high school, with all the taunting and spitball attacks? Or the rainy weather? I did sort of miss my aunt and uncle, but not as much as I'd missed Boomer and Lanny and everyone else.

Me and Boom and Boz had been hanging out a lot the past few days (mainly because I was avoiding Mikayla), and Boz was pretty cool. I still felt sort of left out sometimes, but we had a lot of fun. Pool is WAY more fun with three people, trust me.

But what was really bothering me was Mikayla. Mason had gotten all that lava off her and taken her to the Shaman and she was getting better. But I hadn't talked to her since.

I sat on the couch in my old bedroom where I'd been sleeping the past few days, my guitar on my lap.

Boomer and Boz were downstairs stuffing their faces with bacon doughnuts, but I wasn't really hungry.

I had to think for a minute, but then the lyrics came.

Get out get out

I can't take it no more

Breathe in breathe out

Cause I die a little every time I think about you

Get out get out

Cause I'm going crazy-

I looked up in the middle of the chorus and saw Mikayla standing in the doorway.

I stopped playing. "Hey Mikayla," I said, caught off guard.

"That's a sad song," she said, walking over to me slooooowly.

I nodded, noticing the bright red burn spread around her collarbone area. "Are you okay?"
"Oh yeah. It doesn't really hurt much anymore."

"Brady," she said abruptly. "Are you going to stay here or are you going to leave again?"
Why did she care?

I looked into her big brown eyes, and I knew what I had to do. "I'm going back to Chicago tomorrow. I don't belong here anymore."

"Oh. Well, then I guess…." Then she turned and ran out of the room without another word.

I blinked twice. I had no idea what I'd done to upset her.

Women.

Mikayla's POV

I rushed into my room, slamming the door behind me.

He was going home tomorrow. Tomorrow! And this time, I was sure he would never come back. I'd never see him again.

You should be happy, a voice in my head said. Isn't this what you wanted? For him to leave you alone?

"No! This isn't what I wanted!" I said.

Well then what do you want? Make up your mind, girl!
I sank down onto my bed, my mind still whirling.

Before he'd left, Brady had been a goofball and a flirt. But now… he was sweet and brave and sensitive. He was the side of him I had liked when he'd lived here. So he should be perfect now.

But I missed the goofball. I missed his smile and his compliments…

Ugh! What did I want? Why didn't I know?

I want him to stay.

That I knew.

Brady's POV

I looked around my bedroom. Today I was leaving it forever.

Leaving had been different last time. Last time I'd hoped I'd be coming back someday. This time I knew I never would. Last time my bed had been next to Boomer's. This time Boz's had replaced mine. Last time I'd left without telling anyone I was going. This time I had to say goodbye.

Goodbye.

I hated that word. I didn't want to say goodbye. But if I didn't… Mikayla might never be happy. My presence on Kinkow was obviously making her miserable. And I could never live with myself if she was unhappy.

"Brady," Boz said from the doorway. "You ready?"
I looked down at my duffel bag. It was all packed and ready to go. "Yeah."

He walked over to it, picked it up, and started down the stairs.

I swung my guitar over my shoulder and followed him.

"Do you really have to leave?" Boz asked me.

"Do you wish I was staying?"

"Of course! I would love to have two brothers! It'd be so much fun! And I think Kinkow would do so much better with you as one of it's rulers again. You were a good king."

I thought about that. "I don't know. It seemed like the island ran way better without me. I know Mikayla was happier."
"Are you kidding me? She was miserable while you were gone. And we need you here, dude. You were born to be king."

I didn't answer him. I didn't know how.

XXX

It looked like the whole island was in the plaza to say goodbye to me. The Makoolas, Boomer, and Lanny were at the front, Mikayla's arms crossed. She did not look happy.

I walked towards the balloon determinately.

"King Brady?" I heard a little voice say.

I looked down. It was a cute little girl with dark curly hair and big eyes. It was Alyssa from when the volcano was about to explode!

I knelt down at her level. "Yes, sweetie?"
"Why are you leaving?" She asked, her eyes wide.

"Alyssa!" Her mother hissed.

"No, it's okay," I told her.

"I'm leaving because I don't belong here," I said, looking right at Alyssa.

"But you're our king," she said. "You can't leave!"

"That's enough, Alyssa!" Her mother exclaimed.

I straightened and kept walking, feeling almost… weighed down now.

I stopped in front of the balloon to say goodbye to my brothers. "Bye Boom. Bye Boz. I'll miss you guys. You too, Lanny."

"We'll miss you too," Boomer said.

Boz nodded.

I climbed into the balloon, ready to go.

Then I did something I hadn't down when I'd left Kinkow the first time, something I hadn't done when I'd left Chicago.

I looked back.

And that's when I realized that I never look back. I just do things and never look back on the damage.

But I looked back now, and what I saw changed me. I saw my people looking at me, sorrow and pain on every face. I was their king, and I was leaving them. I'd saved them so many times. I'd led them.

And I knew then that leaving wouldn't make me a stronger king or a stronger person. What would make me stronger would be to stay.

I got out of the balloon.

"Brady, what are you doing?" Boomer asked, confused.

"I'm staying. I'm a king, this is my island, and these are my people," I said.

"Yes! You're gonna stay!" Boomer crowed, flinging his arms around me.

"Everybody!" He yelled as Boz hugged me. "Brady's staying!"
Cheers echoed through the plaza. Everyone was jumping up and down, beaming from ear to ear with joy.

"Prepare a feast! My brother's back for good! We need to celebrate!" Boomer cried.

I grinned for the first time in two months.

Boomer and Boz ran for the palace doors, the Kinkowan people following them.

I saw my chance and grabbed Mikayla's arm. When everyone was gone, I said," I'm sorry, Mikayla."

She frowned at me. "Sorry for what?"
"Sorry for staying. I know you don't want me here, and all I want is for you to be ha-"

She cut me off. "Sorry? I wanted you to stay, Brady."
"Really?"

She nodded. "You've really grown up since you left."

"I have? So, wait…" I tried to make sense of things. "You like me now?"

She studied me. "Are you always serious or can you still be, you know, happy?"

I gave her a goofy smile. "Like this?"

She laughed. "Yes!"
"So…"

She looked into my eyes. "I think I do, but I don't know how I can be sure…"
I leaned in and kissed her softly.

As soon as our lips touched, I felt fireworks. I knew she felt them too, because I could feel her body start to melt.

I drew away. "You sure now?" I breathed.

"Yes," she breathed.

I wrapped my arms around her and kissed her again. This one lasted longer.

When it ended, she leaned against me. "So… What happens now?"

"It all begins," I breathed into her hair.

She smiled and took my hand. "Come on, my king. You brothers and your people are waiting for you."

I smiled at her and followed her inside.

XXX

After the dinner, everyone was dancing and having a good time.

I looked over Mikayla's shoulder. "Boz and Candis are a couple?"

She shrugged. "Sort of."

I twirled her.

She laughed. "You're such a good dancer, Brady."

I looked right into her eyes. "You're an even better partner."

She leaned in and kissed me gently.

"Ooooo, Brady and Mikayla!" Boomer cooed.

"Leave him alone, dude," Boz said, twirling Candis. "If Rebecca was here, you know how you'd act."

"Thanks, Boz," I said.

"You know, he's really growing on me," I told Mikayla.

She nodded. "Me too. You three will be great rulers."

I looked around at my people, laughing and joking and having fun. The I looked at my crazy brothers, and finally at my beautiful Mikayla.

"This is my home," I breathed.

We danced under the stars all night.

I'd never been more happy in my entire life.

Another story over! It just gets sadder and sadder for me :'( I hope you guys all liked this story! Please check out my new story, Switched At Birth. I'll be updating it tomorrow. Please review and tell me what you think!
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