Zack sighed and stared at the metal contraption in his mouth. Whose bright idea was it to put braces on his teeth anyway? It made his smile look awful. It made him not want to smile anymore, actually. And Cody kept making fun of him about it, dubbing him such loving cliché names like Braceface, Traintracks, Tin Teeth, and his favorite, Antenna Head.

He hated the stupid things. He knew they would make his teeth look better but they were damn ugly. He wasn't even allowed the change the colors of them yet, he had to stick with boring silver. He hated silver. And don't get him started on how he wasn't able to eat food normally anymore. Who cuts their pizza anyway? He figured he might as well keep his mouth such and only open it when he needed to sing and he wouldn't even think about smiling.

The door suddenly opened and the curly-haired bane of Zack's existence barged in. Damn!

"How's it going, Tin Teeth?" Cody asked with a big smile.

"Fuck off," Zack growled, moving to leave the bathroom.

"Looking at your antennas again?" Cody asked, taking Zack's place in the mirror and leaning forward, crossing his eyes to try and look at his hairless upper lip.

Zack swore to himself for being so obvious. "Of course not."

"Think of it this way, they'll make your smile a lot better than it was before," Cody commented, bringing a hand up and tugging at his blond hair as if willing the bangs to grow longer.

"Waddya gumming about?" Zack grumbled.

"Well, braces are to help make your teeth straight. But you don't really need them aside from your overbite. You have great teeth. It gives you a really good smile," Cody replied, looking at his twin through the mirror.

Zack grunted and left the bathroom. What does Cody know anyway? He doesn't have to wear braces. He's so perfect. So amazingly disgustingly perfect. So…Cody.

Yet he always knew the right things to say to get Zack to smile.