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Chapter 2: The Bet

"Why did you have to be such a jerk?" Nicky snapped at Alex as Alex stepped into his bedroom, which once belonged to the brothers' older cousin DJ.

"What are you doing in my room?" Alex snapped back as he set his guitar case by his bed and then sat in a black beanbag chair.

"I asked you a question first, little brother." Nicky crossed his muscular arms over his chest and leaned back against a section of the wall by the door that wasn't covered in rock posters, pictures of Alex's band/friends, or art work.

"You mean, why was I a jerk?" Alex snorted to keep from laughing, "You were the one who came storming into the place like you owned it and then went on to have one of your goons strangle Gemma!"

"Who cares what happens to that little freak? And my party was more important than your stupid band practice. Do you know how that made me look having to cancel the after game party like that? Do you have any idea?"

"Oh, poor Nicky. It must be so difficult to have to keep up with impressing a bunch of no-brained morons who'll do anything you say." Alex rolled his eyes, running his fingers through his messy jet black hair.

"And just sitting around, getting drunk and playing crappy music with a bunch of losers is a real succesful life." Nicky shot back, blowing a small strand of blonde hair out of his eyes.

"I've never drank and you know that. You're the dumb jock who goes off to parties every other night to get high and try and get inside another girl's pants." Alex smirked at Nicky's dumbfounded face. Nicky obviously had no idea that Alex was always the one awake everytime he snuck in from one of his wild parties with a cheerleader in tow.

"I'll have you know, that I'm the reason that our high school got out of a 20 year losing season streak when I was only in freshman year."

"You're so accomplished." Alex said sarcasticly, "And what will that do for you in the long run? I'll tell you. You'll end up graduating high school and going on to college, which you will flunk out of, and then you'll end up living in the basement of this house for the rest of your life. And while you're off wasting away, I'll be hitting it big with my band, selling millions of albums."

"Anyone can sing and play a stupid guitar. But it takes a real guy to play football."

"Oh please. Music is a lot more than just strumming on any old guitar. Football is the easiest thing. Running around tackling people. Yeah, sounds really difficult."

"If you think it's so easy, then why don't you join the team?"

"It's too late for that bonehead. Though, we could switch places." Alex rose his eyebrows and smirked, "Two weeks. Whoever can go the longest in the other's life without complaining wins. If I win, you and your friends have to lay off of Gemma and my band and you have to dye your hair pink for a week."

"And if I win, you have to let me use the Smash Club whenever I want and be my servant for the next week."

"Fine. Now let's go do something with your hair." Alex stood up and dragged Nicky out of his room and into the bathroom.

An hour later the twins were staring at their reflections in the bathroom mirror.

"Remind me to never go blonde again." Alex said as he ran his fingers through his now neat dirty blonde hair.

"Is that a complaint?" Nicky rose his new fake pierced eyebrow at his brother.

"Shut up. Just try and remember that we have to switch our lives completely. Rooms, friends, classes, and all. Anything I need to know about before school tommorow?" Alex asked as he adjusted the band of his brother's pj pants. How could Nicky go to sleep without a shirt on?

"Just make sure not to draw or make any stupid punk comments please. And I have a history test tommorow, so good luck with that." Nicky smirked, "Anything I need to know?"

"Please don't screw things up with Gemma and James. They've been my best friends forever and I don't need you to go and make my life hell."

"Whatever. How can you wear all this black? and red?" Nicky examined his reflection in the mirror.

"Nicky! Alex!" the twins' mother, Rebecca, popped her head into the bathroom and smiled at her two sons, "You two ready for bed?"

"Yes mom." Alex answered with a broad smile that matched Nicky perfectly, "Later loser."

Alex shot a glare at Nicky before disappearing out the door and down to Nicky's bedroom, which used to belong to his older cousins Stephanie and Michelle. Rebecca sighed.

"Why does Nicky always have to pick on you? Well, boys will be boys. Now Alex, get off to bed."

"Come on mom, I'm sixteen not three." Nicky shot his mother a rebelious smirk before walking into Alex's bedroom, closing the door behind him.

Nicky looked around Alex's room and grimaced. There was nothing remotely comforting in that room. It was just rock poster upon rock poster and black upon black. The artwork wasn't that much of a problem, but the pictures of Alex's friends took up almost an entire wall. Nicky walked over and examined the pictures closely and noticed that most of them were of Gemma. Gemma smiling, Gemma laughing, Gemma singing, Gemma performing, and Gemma just acting silly. Did Alex have a thing for the punky loser? Nicky shrugged. Alex probably did, but he didn't care. The next two weeks would be dedicated to turning Alex's reputation into something more than just a loser, even if it ment losing the losers. And with those thoughts in his head, Nicky climbed into his brother's bed and soon fell asleep.

End of Chapter