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THE LOVE

Brady was pacing his room, contemplating a certain girl he so very much liked. But the catch is that she would never return those feelings…at all. Sure, she would be flirtatious, but she was flirty to a lot of guys.

He was about to turn around when he was knocked back by a force. He got back up, physically and mentally ready to fight, when he saw it was only Boomer.

"Hey." Boomer said casually, as if all the responsibility in the world, or this island, was NOT on his shoulders.

"Hey." Brady replied, standing up straight and brushing off invisible dust from his dark jeans.

"Why are you wearing such dark colors? I mean, you do occasionally, but not all the time like now. What's wrong?" the naturally observant Boomer asked him.

Brady flipped his semi-long hair out of his eyes and looked at his brother with an innocent expression, not in the mood to talk.

Boomer shook his head and laughed. "You look emo." Brady frowned at this comment.

"Now. Seriously. What the hell is up with you? Being all 'Let's not talk!' You haven't talked in two straight days, Brady! Something's up!" Boomer yelled, his voice rising at the irritation with his brother.

"Fine!" Brady yelled back, fed up with his brother's aggravating ways. "Something is up! That thing is the sky!"

Boomer looked deadly. "Not. Funny."

Brady flipped him the bird, before walking out with his guitar.

Boomer yelled out with frustration. He couldn't rule the island with his brother acting so strange. So dark. Was it him that caused Brady's behavior change? Or was it Brady's lost cause of a crush on Mikayla? He highly suspected the second one.

So, he did the stupid thing, and followed his brother…who clearly did not want to be followed.

Boomer found the dark haired boy sitting on a ledge overlooking the ocean, strumming his guitar and singing.

He stood there until Brady was finished. Boomer then walked over and sat by his brother.

"That was awesome. It was about Mikayla…wasn't it?" he asked, already knowing the answer.

Brady nodded, a sullen expression crossing his features. Boomer frowned and put his hand on his brother's shoulders. He hated seeing Brady in such a way. It hurt him, having to see his brother hurt.

Boomer's eyes widened, and he smiled. "Sing it."

Brady looked up, and through his black hair, Boomer could see the confusion in his eyes.

"The festival. For…?" Boomer trailed off, not knowing what the festival was for.

"Festival of winter. To celebrate a good winter and what not and other crap I could care less about." Brady finished for Boomer.

"Yeah…that" Boomer said, nodding his head. "But, the festival requires people to go up and show off their talent if they want to. Do it. Sing it to her." Boomer said, concern filling his eyes.

"Can't." Brady said, looking back out over the ocean, as if there was another savior over the horizon. "We judge, not perform."

"We'll get another judge, or…I got it!" Boomer said, sitting straight with excitement. "You can do the finale! It will be perfect!"

"You sure?" Brady asked, looking uncertain.

"Positive." Boomer replied, looking mischievously at the horizon.

Mikayla walked up behind them and said "It's time for dinner, you two. Come on."

"No thanks. I'm not hungry." Brady replied, not looking up at her once.