Here is the next chapter. We're back to Oliver! Enjoy!

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Oliver's POV

I laid in bed that night, thinking about how I could make Boomer like me more.

I got nothing. Absolutely nothing. I mean, I'm super likable! Normally people like me instantly. If he doesn't already like me by now, then there's not really anything I can do.

I guess all I could do was be as likable as possible and hope for the best.

I rolled over and started to drift off. All this thinking had really tired me out…

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I woke up the next morning with a plan. I called it: Operation Make Boomer Like Me. Boomer was still asleep, of course, which was perfect for Phase One of my plan.

But I ran into a problem when I had to get dressed. I hadn't brought very many clothes, and they were all dirty. Thankfully, old Brady was my size and had left lots of clothes, but there was NO WAY I was going to wear those.

I stuck my head out of the doorway and saw Mikayla not too far down the hallway.

"Mikayla! I need your assistance!" I hissed.

She turned, saw me, rolled her eyes, and came over. "What do you need, my king?"
I gestured to the clothes on my bed. "I can't wear these! There's so… dark."

Mikayla sighed loudly. "That's all we have, my king. We can get you some new clothes later, but for now these will have to do."

"Okay, fine," I said grumpily.

She left and I pulled on black shorts, a dark blue t-shirt, and a blue-and-green plaid shirt. I felt dark and depressing in these clothes, not like the Mr. Happy I normally was.

But still, on with my mission. I walked over to the red phone hanging on the wall, the one that called the kitchen, and pulled it off it's holder.

"I want five waffles with lots of whipped cream and syrup, no fruit. Put it on a plate, I'll come pick it up pronto," I whispered into the receiver, hoping Boomer wouldn't hear me.

I hung up and went downstairs to the kitchen.

When they'd finished the food, I picked up the plate and took it up to my new bedroom, where Boomer was still sleeping. I stuck the plate under his nose and waved at the steam wafted up off them.
His nostrils started to twitch. "Waffles," he muttered in his sleep.

"Yeah, Boomer. Waffles. For you, for breakfast. Wake up and you can have them," I coaxed.

His eyes fluttered open. He looked at me, then at the food. "Are these for me?"

I nodded. "Got 'em just for you."

He looked at me suspiciously, eyes narrowed. But he grabbed the plate and dug in anyways.

I walked over to the huge portrait that hung on the wall. I'd seen it yesterday and the day before, but I hadn't really looked at it.

It was of a very regal-looking couple, a tall dark haired man and a beautiful African-American woman.

"Hey, Boomer, is this our parents?" I asked him.

He looked up from his breakfast. His face softened a little.

"Yeah, that's them. My… Our parents."

I smiled when he said our. "They look very… royal."

Boomer got up and walked over to me. "Yeah, they do."

It was so weird, looking up at that portrait of my parents. I already had parents, ones I'd grown up with. Ones who'd cared for me and raised me, my whole life. But now… I knew they weren't really my parents. My real parents were dead.

"Boomer… do you think… do you think I'd make them proud?" I asked.

He clapped me on the shoulder. "I like you, Brady. Let's go hang out."

I studied him, suddenly hopeful. "Really?" I wanted to go home really badly, but if I had to stay here, having a friend would definitely help things.

He grinned. "Yeah. But one thing, never mess with my t-shirts." He gestured to a huge rack of t-shirts standing in the corner.

I nodded. That seemed easy enough.

"Okay, follow me to the King Cruiser!" Boomer declared.

"King Cruiser? Sounds awesome!" I cried. Growing up with two girls as my best friends, I really needed some guy time. This was so perfect.

I followed Boomer down the stairs and into the plaza, then over to the door where a battered old car-looking thing sat. The thing was blue with the Kinkow swirl on it and covered in duct tape.

"Awesome! How do you drive this thing?" I asked, excited.

Boomer handed me a helmet. "Put this on and get in."

I obligingly put on the helmet and hopped into the passenger's seat.

Boomer did the same (except siting in the driver's seat, otherwise, that would be weird) and started the engine.

I felt it revving up and grinning, excited. I was going for a drive in a duct taped-covered car on a deadly island that I was king of with a new brother I'd just found out I had. How awesome is that?

Then Mikayla showed up.

And turned off the engine.

"What are you two clowns doing?" She asked us, giving us a death stare.

"Mikayla! You are always running our fun!" Boomer exclaimed angrily.

"Yeah, I'm trying to have fun with my new brother. Don't ruin this for me," I told her.

She rolled her eyes. "I'm sorry, my kings, but it's my job to keep you safe and stope you from doing things dangerous and life-threatening."

"You know, you are really uptight," I told her.

"Just get out of the vehicle," she said, turning and stamping away.

"What is her deal?" I asked Boomer once she was out of earshot.

He shrugged. "I have no idea. I mean, she's normally like this, but these past few days it's gotten… worse."

"Did she, like, have a thing for Brady or something?" I asked.

"What, Mikayla? Noooooo. Brady had a thing for her, but she always hated it whenever he tried to flirt with her,"

"Very interesting….." I looked in the direction she had gone. "Are we really not going to go on the King Cruiser?"

Boomer beamed at me. "I love the way your mind works."

I grinned. "Back at you, bro."

Boomer started up the engine again and we started to move.

Sorry, it's short, late, and not very good. But I was having a HUGE fight with my ex-boyfriend. He was yelling and I was yelling back… You get the picture. But anyway…. Please review and tell me what you think!