Hello, reviews are appreciated and ya, Disclaimer: I do not own the suite life of Zack and

Cody nor do I own Come As You Are by Nirvana. The characters referred to herein are fictional

and any resemblance to a person,

living or dead is purely coincidental.

--Back at the Hotel Room—

"Back with Zack." I sighed, yay me. I strode into the hotel room, looking around for any sign of Zack. To my surprise he didn't have his butt parked on the couch. I walked into my room and lied down on the bed. I finally had some time to think. Kristy likes me, Jake likes me, and everyone else, including my brother hates me. You know what? I can live with that. I thought, placing my hands behind my head.

I took a look around our room. His side of the bed was covered in clothes and a desk. I looked at my side. I had a laptop on my dresser, and various band posters. As I was about to turn away it looked like one of them was missing. Oh well, I thought and got off my bed and started on my homework when I heard a slam. I looked across the doorway into the living room and say my brother standing by the entrance, a look of rage on his face. Oh boy. He stalked over to me and grabbed me by the shirt. I tried to push him off but he was too damn strong. "What the hell are you doing?" I yelled at him. "I'm just getting my baby bro back." He said as he shoved me up against the wall. "What did I do to you" I asked knowing what was coming. "You made me fail. You let your own brother fail!"

"And you beat the shit out of your brother, your point?" I asked coughing. He didn't say anything, this time he just dropped me to the ground and gave me a kick right in the stomach. I threw up a little as he turned to walk away. Then he turned back as if remembering something. He knelt down my face and bunched his into a snarl.

"You know why I hate you? Look in a mirror, you're a disgrace. Think about it, if you were gone who would care? Not you're little friend, he'd find another loser to feel sorry about himself with, and certainly not Kristy." My eyes grew wide at that. "That's right I know all about you're "girlfriend". Trust me she's not interested."

As he got up for a final time I grabbed him, pulling myself off the floor.

"Hey Zack, here's a tip for next time you need a favor."

"Yeah, What? He asked taken aback that I had gotten up off the floor besides talking to him like a human.

"Go To Hell." I spat in his face. He shoved me down and ran out. I didn't know where he was going, but I knew one thing. That was why he hated me, not because I did something to him, I didn't steal a girlfriend or hurt his reputation. I was just different and he hated it. It was at this exact moment where I realized I really and truly felt sorry for Zack. I lied down on my bed, aching all over, and fell right into sleep. My last thoughts were: Here's to tomorrow.