"Oh, brother!"

Summary: Zack and Cody may be having a little more trouble on their hands than they thought when they start getting strange feelings…for each other? Reluctant to believe the truth, Zack tries his best to resist. Cody tries to meet his brother's standards but ends up falling…hard. All thoughts and settings are written in italics.

I was kinda inspired by all the other stories but don't worry. This story isn't going to be as perverted as it sounds. I'll leave the sexual stuff out of it. But as of now, this is Zack and Cody's story…fictional one, that is!

ENJOY EVERYONE!

"He shoots, he scores!" Zack yelled as he leaped from Cody's bed and tossed the miniature basketball into the hoop.

"Hey! I just made that bed!" Cody complained, breaking from the heat of their game to fix his bed.

Zack frowned, "Aww come on, buddy. Loosen up a bit."

Zack swooped up the basketball from the floor and threw at Cody. As Cody turned around, the ball hit him in the head. Zack's jaw dropped then broke into a laugh.

"You're lucky that ball is made of plastic." Cody glared.

"Sorry, dude." Zack laughed.

Cody saw this as a chance to bring his score up in the game. He whizzed past Zack and flew in for the win.

"SCORE! OH YEAH! Who's the loser now?" Cody screamed. That'll teach you to mess with Cody Martin!

Zack's smile disappeared. "No fair! You caught me off guard." Cheater.

"All's fair in love and war." Cody smiled proudly.

Zack rolled his eyes. They continued their game. Minutes and minutes went by as Zack and sometimes even Cody flew in the air to make a successful dunk. The score was finally tied.

"This is it, little brother. Can you handle the heat?" Zack said, breathing heavily.

"Bring it on!" Cody hissed.

Before Cody could react, Zack ran past him aiming for the win. Cody finally came to his senses and started after Zack. They stared each other down.

I am so gonna win this one. Was exactly the thought that escaped from these two.

I wonder if I can jump on Cody's bed and make the shot…Zack thought to himself as he eyed Cody's bed.

I'll just take the ball after he shoots. He'll never make the shot from where he's standing. Cody smiled.

The two eyes met and they stared each other down. Zack raised his eyebrow as Cody made the "bring it" gesture with his hands.

Zack faked a shot. "SIKE!" he yelled as he jumped on Cody's bed, off the bed, and headed for the win.

All that was heard was the sound of the squeaking mattress and Cody yelling "Zack!" angrily as Zack tossed the basketball.

The ball rolled around the rim of the hoop. Both twins watched the ball wobble, their eyes glued to the excitement. It was as if everything was paused when Zack leaped into the air and Cody waited near the hoop to retrieve the ball.

Before any of them could find out whether the ball made it in, Zack was sent crashing to the ground…well on top of Cody.

Zack rubbed his head. Cody cried out in pain as he tried to support his brother's weight on top of him.

But this time…something odd happened, something that the twins couldn't quite put their finger on. They looked at each once more. Zack suddenly felt his stomach bunch up in knots, as he watched Cody's cheeks flush beet red.

What's happening to me? They both questioned to themselves.