A/N: A new chapter for you guys! Thank you for your reviews, you are really awesome! By the way, last year on June 18th was the premiere of the third season of Pair of Kings! I can't believe it's already been a YEAR! I still remember how excited I was but also sad that Brady wasn't going to be there anymore, but I'm glad I didn't stop watching it, because that would be a mistake. It's still the best show ever, always have and always will!

(Mikayla's POV)

I slammed the door of my room and plopped down on my bed, sighing heavily. Well, that was an interesting dinner. I mean, the food was delicious, but the atmosphere was nothing much, especially between Boz and Wen. Everyone seemed to get along pretty well expect for them two and I think I know the reason why. In fact, I think everyone knows what the reason is.

But I don't really care, because there's something else more important that I worry about. I mean, Brady is back! That's great, right? I mean, that's bad. Well, maybe little bit of both. I just don't know what to do, now that he's back. Should I tell him that I like him or just act like nothing is going on, even though it is, act like I did before he left? I don't know. But if I tell him how I feel, what if he doesn't feel the same anymore? That would be so embarrassing and heartbreaking. I wouldn't be able to handle that.

All of sudden I heard a knock on my door. I groaned, because I didn't really feel like talking to anyone. I walked over to the door and to be honest, I was expecting that the person would be Brady, but I was surprised when I opened the door and the person who was standing there was Boz.

"What do you want?" I asked. I know I sounded annoyed and that he noticed, but I didn't really care.

"Well, good evening to you too," he said sarcastically. I rolled my eyes. "Anyways, can I talk to you for a minute? I need to ask you something."

I watched as his expression turned serious. "Ask me what?"

He rubbed the back of his neck, "It's kind of an awkward question..."

"Awkward, huh?" I put my thinking face on, looking away. Then I looked at Boz again. "Then go ask Boomer!"

"No, I can't!" he complained. "It's... about girls."

I stared at him. He wanted to ask me about girls? Me?

"Wait, why do you want to discuss this with me?" I asked him.

"Well, maybe because you're the only girl I can trust and besides I didn't want to look for someone else," he said.

"Okay, first of all, I'm surprised that I'm the only girl you can trust and second, why don't you go ask Candis? She's an expert when it comes to these things."

Boz frowned, "I don't want to ask Candis, I want to ask you! So will you please be a good friend and listen for a second?"

I sighed, "Fine, come in then," I gestured him to come in which he did so. I closed the door behind him and then turned to face him, crossing my arms in the process.

"Okay, so what is your question?"

"Well, I just wanted to ask... Have you ever liked someone, but didn't know if they liked you back and knew there was also someone else who liked the person you liked and the person who liked the person you liked didn't like you that much, because you liked the person who-"

"Boz, Boz," I cut him off, because he would kept going on and on and I didn't want to listen to his stupid explanation that was so obvious what was about. "Please, get to the point."

Boz sighed, "Okay, fine. I like Olivia," he blurted. A small smile appeared on my face. Yes, I knew he liked her. I just thought it was kind of sweet, I don't even know why. I mean, he has never had a crush before. Well, I think. Okay, maybe he has, but I didn't know about that. Why should I, right?

"So what you're saying is that you like Olivia while Wen likes her too?" I asked, even though I knew the answer.

Boz nodded, "Yeah, unfortunately. I mean, I've never felt this was about anyone else before. And I know this might sound weird, but when I saw Olivia, I fell in love with her. Especially with her face," he sighed dreamily, causing me to chuckle quietly. He then continued talking. "But now that I know there is something between her and Wen, I just don't know what to do. So, the real question is," he faced me, "what should I do?"

"Get over her," I said, shrugging. He stared at me like I was crazy.

"Yeah, as if," he scoffed. "How am I supposed to get over such a beautiful girl like her?"

"Boz," I sighed. "It's obvious Wen has feelings for Olivia and she has feelings for him, everyone knows that, expect for them two. So please, don't do anything stupid that you could regret later."

Boz sighed, facing the ground. "You're right. I should just get over it."

I smiled, "Now that's the right attitude!" I put a head on his shoulder. He looked up at me and gave me a weak smile. Just then we heard a knock on my door again.

"Come in," I called. The door opened and there was the person I was not expecting to see.

Brady.

"Hey Mikayla, Boz," he said as he spotted Boz in the room. I noticed my hand on Boz's shoulder and put it away quickly. I hoped didn't Brady take this in the wrong way. I mean, Boz was in my room. I had my hand on his shoulder. It might seem innocent to you, but to him it might be not.

"Oh, hey Brady," I greeted him as well. "What are you doing here?"

"I just wanted to talk to you, but I'll see you're busy, so I'll just–"

I cut him off, "No, no, no, no, I'm not busy at all! Boz was just about to leave anyway, right, Boz?" I turned to the red headed boy, who nodded immediately.

"Yeah, I'll just–" he pointed at the door.

"Go," I finished his sentence and pushed him towards the door.

"Okay, bye Brady and Mikayla, oh and thanks," he said as he turned to me and I just smiled at him.

"No problem. See you later, Boz."

He then walked out of the room and closed to door behind him. I sighed and turned to Brady, who was looking at me confusedly.

"So?" I smiled at him.

He cleared his throat, "So, you and Boz, are you two..."

My eyes widened. "What? No! There is nothing going on between Boz and I! He just came over because he wanted me to help him with his crush on Olivia," I explained, hoping that he would understand.

He nodded, "Oh, yeah, I noticed that too. I mean the tension between them."

"Yeah..."

Just then an awkward silence fell upon us. I hated awkward silences especially when it was between me and Brady so of course I was the first one to break it.

"So, what did you want to talk about?" I asked him as I remember why he came to my room in the first place.

"Oh, that," he said, probably remembering. "I just wanted to say I'm sorry for what I've done, I mean the leaving and... yeah."

I sighed, "Brady, we covered this. It's okay, we're not mad. Well, not anymore," I murmured the last part.

"Well, yeah, but I still feel guilty for leaving you guys. I missed you all so much, especially you, Mikayla."

"Me? Really?" my lips curved into a smile. I couldn't help it. He missed me! So maybe he still had feelings for me. Or not, I don't know.

"I missed you too, Brady," I said. "You can't even imagine how much."

"I love you, Mikayla."

My heart skipped a beat, "Y-you do?"

His eyes widened suddenly, "I-I mean, as a friend!"

I don't know why, but my heart broke when he said that. For a second I thought that he really loved me. Clearly, I was wrong. Again.

"I love you too, Brady, as a friend," I told him anyways. I could feel the sadness in my voice.

"Is something wrong?" he asked me.

"No, I'm just tired, that's all," I lied.

"Oh, then I'll just leave so you can have some rest," he said. I didn't complain. My mood suddenly turned upside down, I just felt upset. So he said goodnight to me and then left the room, leaving me all alone. Sighing, I sat down on my bed as my thoughts concentrated on the raven haired boy again.

I think I love you, Brady, but not as a friend.