Sorry for updating a bit late, but at least I kept my promise :))) Thank you so much for all your reviews on the other chapter, I appreciate it! Okay, I'll stop prolonging this, so here we go, 12th CHAPTER!
(Brady POV)
I fell flat on my face again. I felt my nose. There was a little blood trickling down but I didn't mind.
"Please get up, Brady. You need to master that, even just that for today," Mikayla cried, rushing towards me.
I groaned, trying to hide my bleeding nose. It was already scratched and I bumped it a countless times already. "Mikayla, just leave me alone. I can't handle another hold of that machete. No matter how hard I try to do that move, I always fall flat on my face."
"But what will happen when my dad gets home?"
"You know what, instead of trying to learn how to be each other, why don't we think of a way to get out of this mess before your dad arrives!"
"But what if we don't get a solution right away?"
I slumped down on my back. This switching thing is getting worse by the minute.
I wiped my nose. The blood was still flowing, so I went in to the throne room for first aid. A bloody nose was all I got for practicing with that machete.
When Mikayla came in, she was somehow surprised to see my nose bleeding. I guess she wasn't paying attention to me, and just focusing on how to teach me to fight. She rushed over and tried to help.
"I'm okay Mikayla, really."
"Brady, it's bleeding through. I'll help, it's all my fault anyway."
"No it isn't. It's just my fault that I'm not smart enough to really know how to fight."
"Don't say that."
"It's true, I know I'm really stupid."
"Brady..."
"Mikayla, you and I know it's true. I am just that stupid."
After the bleeding stopped, Boomer came in the throne room, surprised to see me holding a towel to my nose.
"When did you get hurt, Makoola?" Oh, yeah I remembered, I am still inside Mikayla.
"Bumped it on the wall."
He didn't look convinced. "Well if you say so."
"Oh you know, girls could be so clumsy," "Brady" told Boomer. I glared at "Brady".
"Well that hurts, you know, because girls aren't the only ones clumsy. Let's say you for instance, "Brady","I laughed, trying to make my vowels sound longer.
"Brady" was the one who glared at me this time.
"Yeah, Mikayla's right, Brady. It's not like you aren't clumsy yourself!" Boomer laughed his stomach off.
"Brady" rolled "his" eyes, and stormed off.
"What's up with him now?" Boomer asked me.
"I really don't know," I shrugged.
(Mikayla POV)
I was tired of all this. Being Brady, trying to be Boomer's brother, having to teach Brady to fight, and to find a solution quickly before my dad comes home. And now I'm being teased that I'm weak. Ok, maybe I was overreacting about that.
I slumped onto my bed. I looked around. I forgot! I was "Brady", not Mikayla, for now. I groaned, I missed my old room. I looked around. There was Brady's guitar under my bed. I just hope things would go back to normal, soon.
"Mikayla?"
I whipped my head around. There was Brady by the door. "You okay?"
"I'm fine. I just hope you know, we could find a way to break this "switching" thing between us."
Brady sighed. He looked worried too. "Then what are we to do?"
I sighed. "I really don't know." I really didn't know, what can be done? I felt my face become warm and tears slowly streaming down my face. I tried so hard to really think of a way out of this, but it seemed as if all is lost. I didn't care if Brady was looking at me. I was at loss. I didn't know what to do.
"Mikayla, we'll find a way, don't worry. We could find a way out of this," he said then hugged me close.
"Brady," I whispered softly through my tears. "Don't do that, Boomer would be surprised to see why Mikayla is hugging a crying Brady."
Brady smiled a bit. He then let go of me.
He held my face. "At least he knows that "Mikayla" cares for "Brady", right?
It was my turn to smile. Brady could think of something really thoughtful and not annoying at times. He was really doing good these past few days, avoiding to flirt with me.
We were quiet, when until Brady brought the topic up. "Mikayla, did you really read my journal, the one I shared with Boomer?"
I bit my lip. "What do you mean I read a journal?"
"Well Boomer told me that you were busy reading something like that yesterday, and he thinks you told me about it. His exact words were, "He just relived a while ago, maybe"
I shook my head slowly. I didn't do any of the kind, I tried to convince myself. As I was thinking of a way out, along came Boomer. Thank You Boomer, really, thank you.
"Brady? You cried? Did Mikayla break your heart again?" Boomer teased. I forgot. My eyes were still puffy from crying. And I was Brady.
"Hush, Boomer," "Mikayla" hissed, embarrassed.
"Why are you so defensive Makoola?" Boomer smirked.
"I'm not! It's just that, uhm, "Brady" didn't really cry because of me. He bumped his head too you know," Brady, the real Brady, tried to reason with Boomer.
"What's with heads and bumping nowadays," Boomer shook his head. "Weird day."
"Weirder than you think," I mumbled under my breath.
"Did you say something?"
"No."
"Okay then, if you don't mind, I'll be "borrowing" Brady for the whole day, because it seems that he looks forward to spending more time with you than me," Boomer told "Mikayla", giving both of us a frown.
I started to protest, but then "Mikayla" nodded at Boomer and winked at me, mouthing that everything will be all right. I smiled. Maybe it's not the end of everything.
"So Brady, I thought maybe we could go up to Mount Spew and check out the oracle man, if he's still there of course."
"Are you serious?" I was shocked. Out of everything stupid they can do, he'd choose to go back to the place where he almost got killed.
"Yes I am, so get your sneakers because I'm sure the ground might be slippery again."
I groaned. "Please Boomer, don't do this."
Boomer grabbed my shoulders. "You can stay with Mikayla the whole day tomorrow. Just hang out with me for today. Just today. I won't bother you anymore for the whole week, if that's what you want. If you plan spending time with Mikayla, because Mason's out, then I won't try to squeeze in your plans. Just hang out with me today, as my brother." Hurt was written all over his face. I felt sorry for him.
"Sure, let me get my sneakers." I was pathetic indeed. Instead of saying sorry, and telling him I will give equal time to both "Mikayla" and him, I just say that.
I'm so despicable.
Boomer let go of me, and without another word, left the room. I tried to find any pair of sneakers but I couldn't. "Mikayla" sauntered in the room with a waffle in hand.
"Hey Mikayla, what are you looking for?"
"I'm looking for your sneakers," I mumbled.
"It's over there, near the TV set. There's a code though, it's in a secret vault now, since that Mr. Boogey incident. Here I'll type the code.
I faced Brady. "No. Tell me the code."
Brady shook his head. "Nope. Not in a million years. Look, I'll just type it since Boomer isn't here so..."
"No Brady. Tell me. Anyway, I would be opening this vault for, uhm, let me see, a week?"
Brady's eyes blinked hard. "No. I'm typing it."
"Even if I plead earnestly with you to give the code?"
"No. But there is one thing..."
"What?" I was nervous, knowing Brady might choose something that I would despise, like admit I like him, though maybe it's partly true, but I really don't know. No, I was just joking, I really don't like him more than a friend. Just friends.
He whispered into my ear. "Help me find a way out of this switch thing."
I blinked hard. Not what I expected. I then teased, "What did you do with the Brady I know? He should be asking for a hug from Mikayla by now."
He shrugged. "He changed. A lot. And he's looking more like a girl right now."
I sighed. He sure changed. "Okay, I'll agree to that. Now tell me the code."
"You sure you'll help me?"
"Of course, Brady. You know what," I sighed loudly again. "Boomer's really upset with me. I haven't been a good "brother" to him. We should really come up with a solution as fast as possible."
Brady shook his head. "Boomer's gonna know something's up. I'm not really like that. And "Mikayla's" acting weird too. Very," he said, pointing to himself.
"Okay, stop stalling. The code," I smirked.
Brady stared at his shoes, not looking at me. "Your birthday."
I tried not to look too much shocked, so all I said was, "Okay. Hey it worked!"
What a lame answer. I would've said, "Awwww, that's really sweet. No wonder you remember my birthday so well." But I guess that answer was only meant if I really liked him more than a friend, but by the look of things, I only like him as a friend.
Brady looked up again, quickly whispering a goodbye and slinked off.
I long sigh. He maybe thought I found it very weird to find my birthday was his password all along, which is partly true.
"I'm going to make up for it, Parker."
Grabbing a pair of his new Air Drogens, I ran downstairs, to find Boomer not looking so happy. "You took too long."
"Sorry. Had to choose the best sneakers, you know."
Boomer eyes widened. "Your Air Drogens? I thought you never wanted it dirty and muddy!"
I gulped. Brady's going to kill me. "I just felt it needed a little soil, that's all."
"Well suit yourself," Boomer said, and grabbed my hand.
Oh please don't make this hurt.
So there we have it, my 1st update as of September! Wow, 3 months left till 2013 ends. well, let's make the best out of it yet! Again, review please! And those silent readers, I guess you could also review, but I'm not forcing you (*insert a threat here) Just joking! Till the next chapter! :D
