Chapter 3

"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!

After everyone was finished eating, they got up and washed their dishes at the counter. It was pretty quiet in the Martin's suite. Carrey was busy getting ready for a big performance and Zack and Cody were busy washing the dishes. Cody was washing and Zack was…well…supervising. Zack leaned against the counter, watching Cody scrub furiously at a piece of chicken stuck on a plate.

Boy, am I really that cute? Zack thought to himself. Wait…I just called Cody cute. To break the thought, Zack gave himself a quick pinch, hoping no one else would notice.

That's odd. Cody usually complains about how I don't do anything. He seems pretty quiet today. Zack asked himself curiously.

"You sure you don't need help with that?" Zack questioned.

The sudden break of silence startled Cody, causing him to jump a little.

"Oh…uh…no. It's alright. I've got it." Cody said, trying to sound natural as he spoke.

Zack shrugged and walked over to unzip his backpack.

"Look what I snagged from Bob." Zack grinned.

Cody turned off the water, dried his hands, and walked over to see what Zack had taken this time. His eyes widened.

"The…h-horror house?" Cody stuttered.

Cody had never been a big fan of scary movies, but he didn't like to let his brother know that, just incase the word "wimp" were ever to come from his mouth.

"Weren't we watching, Crash?" Cody asked desperately.

"Yeah…but I took it back. The Horror house is SO much cooler!" Zack yelled as he waved the movie in the air.

"But but! I don't wanna see a sca—

Before Cody could finish, Zack's hand slapped Cody's mouth shut. He leaned in close just so it would be only Cody hearing everything he said.

"But…we can't let mom know. If she finds out we're watching scary movies, she'll ground us! Again!" Zack whispered

"You mean, she'll ground you." Cody laughed.

Zack took a pillow lying on the couch and bonked Cody over the head with it. Cody laughed some more and ran over to join the fight to the death.

"Ow! Don't hit so hard! It does hurt you know!" Cody cried.

"Ch. Don't be such a baby!" Zack answered back.

They continued the fight, but this time Zack was hitting a tad bit lighter, just a litttttle light so that Cody wouldn't notice he was backing down. Cody finally got a good hit at Zack's head.

"Oh no you di-nt." Zack said, moving his neck in a circular motion as he charged toward Cody.

Now, they were both on the ground. Wrestling each other, sometimes Cody was on top of Zack and other times Zack was able to pin Cody down, but not long before Cody was able to toss Zack to the floor again. Finally, Zack had the win. He pinned Cody to the floor and waved his hands in the air in victory.

"The crowd goes wild!" Zack hissed.

"Now…say you're sorry." Zack said as he held Cody's arms back from trying to thrust him off.

"If I don't, what are you gonna do?" Cody fought back.

"I'll continue to pin your arms to the ground until you do." Zack said smoothly.

"Oh…in that case. I'm not sorry." Cody smiled.

Zack gulped. He felt his cheeks flush and his grip on Cody loosening. There was definitely something wrong now.

Why couldn't he look at Cody without feeling a sudden rush anymore? Why was it that every time his skin brushed Cody's he felt…different? Zack thought to himself.

What did I just do? Was I hitting on my own brother? Cody shook his head furiously.