Disclaimer: If I really owned Suite Life, would I be saying that I didn't? Anyway, I do not own Zack, Cody, Carey and all the other guys. I do not own Suite Life, or the Tipton, or anything else.

Summary: Me and Zack, we're closer than close. We're twins. We're brothers. He's my very best friend; I don't know what I'd do without him. WARNING: Major character death.

Most of this story is going to be in Cody's POV, by the way.

Me and Zack, we do everything together. At this moment, we're looking at our school message board, where I can't help feeling wistful when I see the Big Bang club. It's a club for blowing up stuff, and whatnot.

'It's bad enough having to go to school in the first place.' Zack says. 'Now they're trying to make us stay afterwards aswell?'

Then he grabs my arm, trying to pull me away. 'But I want to go in for the Big Bang club.' I whine.

Zack raises his eyebrows at me, looking annoyed. 'Please do it with me?' I ask, putting on the puppy dog pout.

'Tell you what?' My eyes light up. Is he actually going to agree? 'I'll do your Big Bang club, if you do…' So there's a catch. I should've known. He scrolls the list. 'If you do the Bodacious B-Ball club.' He says, grinning cheekily.

'The Bodacious B-Ball club?!' I say, incredulously. He didn't actually think I would do the Bodacious B-Ball club, did he?

'Yup. You might wanna get practising, Codester!' He whips out a biro and writes both of our names down on both lists.

'I hate you.' I say icily.

'Ah, you don't mean it.' Zack says, grabbing my wrist and pulling me away before I could cross my name off.

I didn't mean it, of course I didn't, and Zack knew that, I was just frustrated.

When we got outside, I was still angry with him. He walks next to me, bouncing his basketball. He throws it at me unexpectedly and it hits my side, making it sear in pain.

'Zack!' I say angrily.

I throw it back to him and he catches it perfectly, and then looks at me with a stupid look on his face.

'Blimey, bro, lighten up! I'll take a swing at your head in a minute if you keep acting like that. He pulls a funny face at me, eyes crossed, tongue stuck out.

'Just grow up, Zack!' I shout at him.

'Who wants to grow up?!' He yells back, but he's still not angry.

Then he's in the road

And a beep of a horn

A squeal of brakes

A scream

Zack's S C R E A M

silence.