Hey! Sorry it took so long. I had a term paper due on Friday and didn't get around to typing up more until yesterday (yes-tar-day.) Anywaysss here's Chapter 2. It's really really long...it took like 2 pages up in Word. Also please read The Moment We Met.

Chapter 2:

Cody arrived at their suite at 3:15, which- considering their school was let out at 2:30- was late for him. Zack was sitting on the couch watching TV. He glanced up, however, when Cody entered and switched off the television.

"Hey…" Zack greeted, his voice strained, the effect of an awful sore throat which had kept him home that day.

"Hi…" Cody answered as he flopped onto the couch next to his twin. "What were you watching?"

Zack shrugged.

"Nothing…why were you late?" He asked suspiciously, raising an eyebrow.

"Stupid guidance counselor wanted to talk to me."

"About…?"

"Something."

Zack didn't buy that for one second. He emitted a look which clearly stated- It's more than something and you and I both know that.

Cody looked away as he answered, "I got into a fight with Drew." He said softly.

Zack sighed in frustration, something Cody'd grown to hate.

"Stop it!" Cody snapped, glaring at his brother.

Zack stared at Cody, bewildered.

"Just STOP!" He shouted and stormed off to their room filled with utter disgust, leaving Zack to watch from the couch feeling a sense of complete helplessness.

"Cody! Time for dinner!" Carey called later, softly knocking on the twins' door. There was no answer and she turned away and joined Zack at the table, figuring he'd be out in a few minutes. But they waited and a few minutes passed. Carey turned to Zack,

"Would you go get your brother, please?" she asked him.

"No." He said rather flatly.

"Come on, Zack. You're throat hurts not your legs…"

"How do you know?" He retorted.

Carey frowned at him.

"I could've completely lost the ability to use my legs." He told her, crossing his arms across his chest defiantly.

"I saw you walk to the table," Carey reminded him, "Now go!"

"Well maybe it just…"

"GO!"

Zack frowned but got up and reluctantly went into his room.

Cody was lying on his bed, staring at the wall, a scowl perfectly set on his face.

"It's time for dinner."

Silence.

"Cody, it's time for dinner."

Nothing.

"Cody! It's time for dinner!"

When Cody didn't answer after the third time Zack approached the bed and gently shook him, taking a wild guess he might have fallen asleep- though he highly doubted it.

He was right.

Cody shot up and slapped his hand away. "I'M NOT HUNGRY!" He near shouted.

Zack backed off and retreated to the kitchen. Carey looked up expectantly from her seat at the table. He shrugged limply, hoping he seemed convincing that it was no big deal.

"He's not hungry."

Zack didn't eat much at dinner. When asked why he hesitantly blamed it on his throat, even though he knew he'd lost his appetite when Cody'd come home.

Carey suggested he go down to Rebecca's suite or call Raine or work on homework he needed to make up, not that they had that much, or something; but he declined complaining about a headache and saying he just felt like lying down for a while. He did so until Carey ordered him to go to bed if he felt so awful. He agreed reluctantly, only because he felt so defeated.

"Have you seen my CD player!" Cody snapped as soon as he walked in. He was pawing through his dresser throwing out the contents all over the floor. Cody's entire side of the room was a complete mess.

"No…" Zack replied honestly. He might've borrowed it and forgotten to return it, but he was too exhausted to remember. Cody spun around, nearly knocking over the trophy on his dresser in the process, took one look at his brother and shoved his hand at him, palm up.

"Fork it over!"

"I told you I don't have it!" Zack protested.

"Oh come on, Zack! I'm not stupid! Now hand it over!"

"I told you already I don't have it!" Zack repeated, beginning to get annoyed at his Cody's mistrust.

"Just hand it over! I know you have it!"

Zack stepped up so he and Cody were nose to nose. "I….don't…have….it!" He said, speaking slowly, as if to prove he wasn't stupid…or perhaps that Cody was.

That was it, Cody shoved Zack to the ground and before long they were rolling along shoving and pushing, seemingly trying to see which could plow the other's face into the carpet, all the while screaming over Cody's CD player.

Carey, having heard the extremely loud commotion from the living room, quickly fled to the boys' room to quiet it, or in this case, separate it. She deftly, with a small amount of struggle, pried twin from twin.

"What's going on in here!" She asked, holding one away from the other.

"He started it…" Zack spat out accusingly.

"No he started it!"

Carey sighed, "I don't care who started it; I want to know what happened!"

"I HATE HIM!" Cody shouted, ignoring his mother's request for information, "He's a poor excuse for a brother! I wish I never had a brother to begin with! I HATE HIM!"

Zack jumped up from the floor, shaking his mother's hand off his collar, and grabbed a pillow and blanket off of his bed and rushed out of the room, tears springing to his eyes.

Carey turned to Cody wearingone of her irritated and angry maternal states, "We need to talk. What's going on with you two today?"

"Nothing…" He muttered and then felt his anger boil again, "Stop saying that! Stop saying 'we need to talk!' We don't! Just leave me alone!" He screamed and shoved her out of the room, slamming the door behind her.

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Fig