A/N: Maddy is still going to be in this fic, although she should be a frosh in college, she's gonna be a senior in high school because she needs to be in this story and there's no other way unless she coincidently goes to a college right near by and keeps her job as a candy girl. And the chances of that happening are like less than zero. So she's a senior.

So without further ado…

Chapter One..

Zack and Cody, now sophomores in high school, were in a fight on a friday afternoon, standing in their room arguing before their mom arrived home from a singing job.

"LOOK Zack, I don't care if you never do any of the chores, you are going to do them right fucking now." Cody spitted, clearly pissed off.

"No." Zack said simply.

"I know you wanna go out and see your little jock friends and get drunk cuz it's a Friday, but you're not dumping me with the chores again."

"Where could an emo kid like you possibly have to go on a Friday night?"

"I'm not emo!"

"Come on Cody, look at yourself. You wear mostly black, tight jeans, those gay black spiky things around your wrists, and your hair (which is dyed with parts of it black, may I add) does that flippy thing that emo kids have. You listen to screamo and bands that call themselves emo. And I thought you were the smart one of the two of us."

Cody glared at him, knowing it was all true. "What's your point?"

Zack looked slightly confused for a moment; just a second ago he was winning the argument. "But… you've never had a problem with doing the chores before."

"That's bullshit and you know it. I've always had to do your crap for you and I'm tired of it. From now on, do your own shit. And tonight, clean my half too. It'll make up for the years of me cleaning your crap. I'll be back before mom gets home around 12:45."

Cody grabbed his black jacket off the hook and left the hotel room.

"Emo kids and their tempers…but where could he possibly have to go or do tonight?" Zack muttered to himself, but when he remembered the suspicious smell of Cody's jacket and lumpy pockets he added, "Besides smoking weed.."

He sighed, he lost this battle against Cody, now he'd have to clean the entire hotel room by himself and cancel with his plans with his friends. I guess they could get wasted next weekend, as shitty as it was to wait that long. And it looked like he'd have to be the responsible brother and talk to his brother about smoking crack. As far as he was concerned, beer was okay… but weed…no, he'd talk to Cody tomorrow as much as it killed him to sound all concerned and shit.

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Cody arrived outside the Seven Eleven where he told he would meet… whatshername. The hott one—with the nice rack… Shannon (oh wait, he did her last week), Sally, Suzie…that was it, Suzie.

When he saw the redhead approaching he smirked at her and gave a small nod of his head. Tonight was gonna be one wicked night. He just had to be back by 12:45…so it would be a quickie, although a well worthwhile fuck.

Suzie's parents were out for the weekend, meaning the whole house to themselves after they arrived at her house. Obviously, Cody started to get to work right away, and while kissing Suzie up against a wall in her room, he started to unhook her bra. She moaned in his mouth. Yes, this would be one amazing night, he heard that she was kinky. Maybe he could even get her in the shower…

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The front door slammed and Zack looked up. There was Cody, standing with a smirk on his face, and strangely enough, with dripping wet hair. It definitely wasn't raining.

"Where the fuck were you, mom's gonna be home any second."

"So you were worried about your lil twin brother?"

"No!...Why is your hair wet?"

"Wouldn't you like to know."

"Yea, I would actually. Out smoking more weed?"

"Not this time." Cody said this with such an icy tone that Zack was taken aback. He expected Cody to deny smoking weed at all.

The conversation was interrupted by the unlocking of the door meaning only one thing. Mom was home.

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Carrie and a guest entered the hotel room. He was a man, around the age she was and they were standing by the entrance.

"Zack, Cody, you remember Steve Lawenda, don't you?"

At the mention of this name, Zack and Cody turned from their position on the living room couch and looked towards the man. Cody's face changed to a bitter hatred and then just to a blank, emotionless look. Only an onlooker looking closely would have seen this. And luckily, Zack noticed.

"You didn't like this guy, did you?" Zack whispered in Cody's ear.

"No, I didn't. At all." He muttered back.

"Yes, we remember you Mr. Lawenda." Zack said to Steve.

"Please! Call me Steve, I've told you a million times. Of course that was about two and a half years ago, wasn't it?"

Steve was dating Carrie around two and half years ago, until his job transferred him to another city, but now, his job transferred him back to Boston.

"Yes!" Carrie chimed in. "I can't believe that your job allowed you to transfer back to Boston. I'm glad you gave me a call so we could go out tonight. I haven't been on a quality date like that in a while."

"Glad I could be of help. So madam," Steve lowered his lips playfully to Carrie's hand. "I do hope we can meet again, and soon."

"Of course we can! Just like we were dating before your job moved you."

"Well in that case…" Steve gave Carrie a chaste kiss on the lips.

Cody was watching with intensity and when Steve kissed Carrie, he turned away and muttered to Zack, "I'm going to bed."

"But-" Zack started. He wanted to finish this conversation about Cody's weed problem. He heard the bathroom door slam. It was a lost cause.

So, he turned to his mother and her old boyfriend Steve and engaged in a conversation with the two. He never saw anything wrong with Steve, he didn't know why Cody hated him so much.

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Chapter Two. I decided to include both chapters since the first is so short. i know, im such a good person

Although Cody had such a great hook-up with Suzie, he had an awful time trying to sleep while his mom, Zack, and Steve's voices floated through Cody's door from the living room and into the darkened bedroom where Cody lay. It was just Steve's presence again that made him so uneasy... and brought back so many horrible memories.

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Thirteen year old Cody was sitting watching the history channel when he still wore one of his dorky button-down shirts, not the emo attire he wore today, when Steve entered the hotel room. He had just started dating Carrie a few weeks ago.

"Mom's not here right now, she'll be back maybe in three hours. She's performing tonight, didn't she tell you?" He said in a perfectly cheerful voice.

"Yes, she did tell me." He sat down right next to Cody and started rubbing his shoulder. Cody gave him a confused look.

Steve reached for the buttons of Cody's shirt, and Cody jerked away.

"What are you doing!" He asked.

"Shhh, it's okay."

"What are you talking about? You're unbuttoning my shirt!"

And then Steve's demeanor suddenly changed. "Just do as I say kid, and you won't get hurt. Now take off your shirt."

Cody didn't move. Steve backhanded him –hard- across the face.

"I said boy, take off the damn shirt!"

"Alright, alright!" Cody said, slightly scared. Cody's shirt was off, while Steve undid his own pants.

"You learned what 'giving head' is, right Cody?"

Thirteen year old Cody's eyes widened and he took a step back. He did, indeed, learn what it was, but he never imagined... this. Maybe somewhere hidden in his mind was a faint desire involving him and some cute girl... but definitely not this.

"Come here kid." Steve said. Cody shook his head. Steve slapped him, extremely hard this time, making Cody's eyes water. But Cody didn't move, so he punched, slapped, him until finally, Cody finally gave in, tears forming in his eyes, and not just because of the pain of being hit. "Fine."

"That's a good boy... I knew you would."

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Now, sixteen year old Cody punched his pillow hard. He knew what happened next in his memories, and what Steve had taken from him...

It was that night and many, countless nights with the same repeated horrible events that thirteen year old Cody lived in constant fear of Steve coming through the door when he was all alone, because Steve normally did... and then Steve moved away. But Cody still had his innocence ripped from him again and again. Cody was left with the thought of "who really gives a shit?"- his new motto.

Who gives a shit that he fucked about 20 girls so far? (Each one multiple times). His virginity was gone thanks to Steve, taken from him (over and over again) in the worst way possible, and he couldn't 'wait' for the special someone, which was his original plan before Steve came. Zack never knew about Steve's abuse, so Cody didn't tell him that he fucked countless girls either. Cody figured Zack didn't ever need to know. About anything. About his life. They hardly spoke anymore.

Who gives a shit if he smoked weed? It seemed like his life was falling apart already, before he even tried his first joint. He grades were dropping because he couldn't concentrate because of Steve, he was already the insecure, smaller, sensitive twin who sucked at sports, and now that his good grades- his only distinction from Zack, were failing, what was he? Just some depressed kid with hardly any friends? The loser version of the popular jock Zack?

Who gives a shit about the smiley face burns he made on the inside of his arms with his favorite lighter when he was feeling even more cynical than usual... and no one has noticed them yet- even while Cody wore short sleeves and it's been half a year. Half a FUCKING year and no one noticed his pain. It just felt good to conflict pain he could control. Not Steve, not anyone but him. Yes, it was ironic that he was burning smiley faces into his skin, but that's how he liked it.

And Cody was just getting over the incidents with Steve before tonight, blocking it out of his memories. Of course he still was in depression and was addicted to sex with random girls and weed, but the horrible memories would've faded over time... until Steve walked through the door tonight.

Back in the present time, Steve's laughter echoed from the living room to Cody's eardrums, and he punched his pillow again. He didn't even realize that angry tears leaked from his eyes. He finally sat curled up with his arms wrapped around his knees staring into the darkness and his memories, as the tears continued to slowly drip from his face.

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Zack opened the door to his and Cody's bedroom, and as he closed it he glanced at Cody and saw him hastily wiping tears off his face. What was UP with him these days? Or even...the past year...or maybe even longer. Crap, he didn't even know his own brother anymore. Not like he did when he was twelve.

He pretended to not see Cody wiping his face from tears, and went to get ready for bed, wishing that he could figure out what the fuck was wrong with Cody and MOVE ON with his own life without having the harp on thoughts of his brother.

Okay, so think of it as a twofer. im pretty sure that i wont ever combine two chapters again. ill have to recheck my story for any other short chapters. its already almost completely written.

since i was soo nice and gave TWO chapters...perhaps you guys could review and tell me what you thought of it? THANK YOU SO MUCH xoxoxo

Karen