Disclaimer: I don't own The Suite Life, Cody, Zack or anyone else. If I did then I would be much richer and able to own a cell phone or a pool or (gasp) a trampoline.In this story, Cody & Zack have only been in the hotel for a week and are 12.

Fan The Flames Chap 1: Mom Can't Cook

Zack stood, leaning against the doorframe between the living room and the only bedroom in the suite. He sniffed and wrinkled his nose.

"What are you making? It smells like um… something I don't like." He said, watching his mother in the kitchen. She was running around and making a lot of noise for someone who was just trying to cook pasta.

"Oh, be nice Zack. Go help your brother or something. Something that doesn't include the sound of breaking." She added in an undertone as he turned around and disappeared into the bedroom, closing the door.

"Would you help? For once in your life, do something for me and don't make a mess?" Cody was cleaning their room, as he did every Friday night. Usually Zack sat there and watched, once and a while chucking a random item at his little brother. Cody would take it, but sometimes it started a full-out war between the brothers.

"What the heck is Mom doing in there? It smells like octopus…"

"She's making pasta stupid. And it's called calamari. It tastes good, you know."

A crash came from the kitchen along with a yell: "I'm alright boys!" Cody picked up about 50 spare socks and tossed them at Zack. "Put the matching ones together please Zack, just do that."

At dinner…………

"Boys, the pasta got a little burnt, so tell me if it's too gross for human consumption." Carrie said, spooning out large amounts of a brown-ish black substance to the both of them. Zack looked at it in disgust, and Cody reached for the un-opened can of spaghetti sauce. "I'm sure it'll be okay if I put sauce on it Mom, You tried really hard on it." Zack made a face at him behind his back.

Cody twirled a forkful of the now slightly red food. "mph, it's 'k Mom, (chew) The…sau…ce…'s fu..ny." Carrie looked at him with a patient face and waited for him to stop chewing. He swallowed. "The sauce tastes a bit funny though. Is it new?… well, actually it tastes gross, but I didn't want to hurt your feelings." He caved under the disbelieving eyes of Zack.

Carrie sighed, "I'm going to pick up a pizza then. Can I trust you boys for a half an hour while I go get it? Good. Nothing should be broken when I get back. Clean up the kitchen, will you?" She said as she grabbed her coat and headed out the door.