A/N: Yes!! I'm over being sick, our COOP exams are over, and I finished this 2 month project. Now I am able to have more free time for updating my stories!! Oh yeah, I'm pretty sure that 90 will be a Jake POV...I find it more fun to see the things through Jake's eyes.

taynzpink: I will keep updating. This is probably my favorite story to write because I have always wanted a twin...

want2stayakid: Thanks so much! It takes me days to figure out a plot for each chapter, so I'm glad my hard work paid off!

You know the ages, you know the kids, so let's get to the story, shall we?

Jake:

Our birthday was last week, and our family still has a huge chunk of summer vacation left. It started raining two days after our birthday and it finally stopped yesterday!! So everyone chose to go outside and find something to do. Except for Sarah and me, that is. We spend enough time playing sports outdoors in the school year. Summer is our indoor time.

We do just about anything that anyone can think of. With no supervision at all, there are countless ideas that run through your head. But only one really popped out at us: rollerblading down the stairs.

This was something we started doing the day we moved here. We have only made to the first landing. But today, we will make it all the way down.

So here we are. A set of twins looking down at over 30 stairs. After about ten minutes of staring, we decided that it was about time that we were brave and went for the first jump.

This is great! I have never felt so excited...27 more stairs! I have never been so happy, so free, so--

Yeah. My thoughts stopped after Sarah and I tripped and fell those last 20 stairs. All I remember was us screaming our heads off, then everything went dark.

We woke up on the couch with 12 faces staring.

"Everything hurts..." we both murmured.

Our mom nodded. "Well I guess you took a pretty big fall, how many stairs did you trip over?"

"Umm, I lost count after fifteen," I said after thinking long and hard about my answer.

"Something is bound to be broken. How could you have not worn any protective gear?!" this is actually one of Mom's calm moments if you can believe it.

We started to open our mouths when Dad cut us off, "You know what? I don't think they need to say anything. To the emergency room! Charlie, could you grab them?" So Charlie swung one of us over each shoulder and then he put our seatbelts on for us. Out of all the Bakers that our older than us, he has always been our favorite. "Does anything hurt the most?" Dad asked us in the parking lot.

"We haven't really checked," Sarah answered for the both of us.

"Well, good. Let's make this a surprise this time." Dad always tries to make jokes when one of us gets hurt. After all the times we've been here, you'd think that he'd run out of jokes to tell.

So everyone walked in and sat down while we went up to the receptionist's desk with Dad.

"Nice to see you two again. What happened this time?" The receptionist's name is Mariah. She is very nice and understanding about our numerous accidents.

"They fell down the stairs while trying to skate down them," our dad said seriously. That would have been convincing except he was smiling.

"Well, that sounds painful. Do you have any requests?"

We nodded. "We would like our usual room and nurse," I grinned. Yeah, thats how many times we've been here. We can order.

"Great. That room is open and your nurse is always on duty there. You can go back there with your family right now if you'd like." She handed us our files. These were always out of the filing system because every time they put them back in, we're back a few days later, so they gave up. This ER is more of on ER and Out Patient, so we're always here unless we need surgery, which hasn't happened yet. Dad led everyone to our room and Sarah and I sat on the chairs meant for the patients.

"Welcome back Sarah and Jacob." Our nurse is Diane. She is 22 and has short blonde hair. The only problem is that she refuses to call me Jake. "Why are you in here today?" So Dad explained everything once again. Diane laughed and took us to get our hospital bracelets and get some tests done.

Testing took about an hour and then we were led back to our room and were told to sit down until the results came back. So our doctor (he has some foreign name you can't pronounce, but he's nice) came in and talked to us.

"Just as we thought, you two have identical injuries." We all laughed. They should take one of us in for testing instead of both, "You both have minor concussions and your broke your left wrists. You will gets casts for your wrists and those will we worn for two weeks, " there goes the rest of the summer and part of school, "the concussion means you can't sleep tonight just in case, but other than that, you'll be fine."

Sarah and I groaned but willingly went with him. He took us to a different room for casting (we both picked light blue) and then we had to wait until we were both done.

"They can go home. Remember, no resting until 3 in the afternoon tomorrow. You need to stay up for a day." Even worse, I'm tired! We were rolled out in wheelchairs as we waved to almost the whole hospital staff. They all knew us somehow. We even have our own wall in the office of pictures of us because they see us so often.

"Well, you two don't need punishment. No sleeping and 6 weeks of no fun is bad enough.." Mom sighed.

"Wait. This isn't bad, right? I mean, we still get people to help us, right?" Sarah and I said frantically.

"Yeah, but you guys can't play sports or swim," Charlie said.

"We can swim. The casts are waterproof, " I smiled.

"Fine, but no diving board. Sports and any other activities that require running are out of the question. Maybe you could try a new hobby!" Dad called out to us from the front seat.

New hobby? No sports? Why couldn't we have gone outside today?...

A/N: You know the deal! R&R!