- Chapter 55 - Brothers Through Breakups -
Warnings: Jerks, Break-ups, slight abuse
Modern AU
Third Person POV

A/N, this was requested by the lovely Addie_your_Queen so thank you. Requests are always welcome (: and currently I have a lot coming lol.
Enjoy!

Mike closes the door to the apartment, slipping off his shoes and taking his coat off.

Ike insisted they always take their shoes off before stepping more than three feet into the apartment.

The last person who didn't, (Ike's (technically ex) boyfriend, Lucas) got their shoes ruined by a prank.

(He deserved it.

*smack* Michael!

What? He did!

Be quiet you two.

Sorry, author person, kinda.)

It was raining outside, and Mike was pretty sure it was going to storm later.

Mike stopped in the kitchen.

The apartment was quiet, almost too quiet.

That either meant something was wrong or Ike was planning a prank on him.

Since Mike knew how to figure out if his twin was pranking him, he figured out quickly that it wasn't a prank.

After checking every place he knew that Ike would hide or put a trap for a prank and finding nothing.

Mike quickly went to Ike's room.

The door was closed, which also signaled that something was wrong.

The boys made a pact to only close their doors if something was wrong. It was just a thing they did.

Calm down, Mike. There might be nothing wrong.

Maybe he just forgot-

No. He'd never forget. Not Ike.

Something's definitely wrong.

Mike slowly makes his way over to Ike's room, after grabbing two hoodies from his room.

He knocks on the door softly.

There was no noise.

Mike slowly pushes the door open.

When the door way open, it revealed Ike, sitting in the middle of his bed, his knees pulled to his chest as he sobbed.

Clothes and other items were scattered around his room.

Mike was the clean one of the two, and he usually made sure both of their rooms were at least semi-clean, but Ike's was never usually this messy, even if Ike didn't care about cleaning it much.

"Isaac," Mike starts softly, his eyes wide in shock.

Ike looks up at him, a sob escaping his lips.

He falls back on the bed, continuing to sob.

Mike quickly closes the door and runs over to his twin.

He sits on the bed, next to Ike, pulling him into a secure and loving hug.

Ike sobs into Mike's shoulder, but even though he was having a hard time speaking, Mike could tell by his grip that he was grateful for his brother.

Mike ran his hands through his brother's hair, letting him calm down before talking.

He knew Ike just needed someone with him; he'd talk if he wanted to.

After a few minutes, both boys were sat next to each other, their backs against the head frame of the bed, just staring at the wall across from them.

"Do you want to talk about it?" Mike asks softly, his eyes still fixated on the wall ahead of them.

Mainly the picture of the two of them hugging that Jack drew.

There were other pictures, some of just the two of them, and some of them with all of the Newsies.

Ike looks at his twin, biting his lip. "Yeah..." he mumbles, before his eyes caught something. "But first, I see you have hoodies."

Mike laughs weakly. "I brought them because when you're sad, and at other times too, you like to wear my hoodie and I want to wear your hoodie right now, so..." the younger Guzman twin trails off.

Ike chuckles. "Give me please." He uses his puppy eyes.

Mike looks at him, before dramatically shoving the hoodie into his arms. "Take it!" His hand was on his head. "You know puppy eyes are my weakness!"

Ike chuckles as he puts the hoodie on. "Which is why we never leave you and JoJo alone when JoJo wants sugar." He comments.

Mike laughs a bit, slipping his hoodie on as well.

Each twin had a hoodie with their names on it, courtesy of Buttons, who got them hoodies and then sewed their names onto them.

Mike's was a lighter blue with Michael 'Mike' Guzman sown into the front.

Ike's was a darker blue with Isaac 'Ike' Guzman sown onto the front of it, and for the fun of it, 'Icheal' on the hoodie as a joke.

Ike hugs his brother's hoodie closer to him as he takes a deep breath. "He cheated." He whispers, tears already filling his eyes.

Mike's eyes widen.

Rain started picking up, sounding like pounding on the windows and roof.

"He did it- in front of- me." Ike explains quietly. "When I got mad- he- he slapped me, and- and yelled at- me- me." He whispers.

Mike pulls his brother into another hug as tears make their way down the older boy's face.

Ike sobs softly into his shirt, trying to cover his face with the hoodie.

Mike wasn't one to get angry, but he felt the anger filling him.

No one. No one cheats on my brother and then slaps him.

No one hurts my twin.

No one.

Part of him also felt Ike's broken heart.

Ike's hand slowly travels to find Mike's, lacing his fingers in his twin's.

"Don't be angry." Ike whispers. "You're supposed to be the calm and innocent twin."

Mike laughs weakly. "Sorry. It just makes me angry seeing you this hurt." He admits. "My stronger half- broken like this?"

Ike sits up again.

Mike looks at him, reaching up slowly.

Ike stayed still, willing himself to not flinch. He knew his twin wouldn't slap him.

Mike softly wipes the tears off of Ike's face.

Thunder booms, startling Mike, who jumped at the sound.

Ike looks at the window. "Excuse me! Thunder!" He exclaims. "We're trying to have a twin moment here and you're ruining it!" He scolds.

Mike starts laughing. "I thought you were talking about the Brooklyn little twin." He comments.

Lightning lights up the sky.

Ike starts laughing too.

They were laughing together for a few minutes.

Then, Mike decided they needed to get revenge.

"1) I am going to talk and maybe smack him and you can't stop me." He states.

"Michael!" Ike exclaims, the grin of his face betraying him.

Mike looks at him. "If I was any other Newsie, he'd be getting more than a slap." He reminds his twin.

Ike nods.

"2) We're burning anything he has here." Mike continues.

Ike smirks. "His favorite hoodie is on the floor over there." He points to a really ugly lime green, dark orange, and bloody red hoodie.

Mike's face scrunches up in disgust. "That thing? That's his favorite?" He asks.

Ike nods.

"And 3)," Mike smirks. "I have a good prank."

Ike smirks as well. "Have I mentioned I love having you as my twin?" He asks.

Mike chuckles. "You're the one who taught me how to be a prank master." He responds.

Ike chuckles.

The twins do their handshake.

It had like fifty tricks in the middle, and thankfully, they did pretty well for not having stretched (which you should always stretch before doing tricks and stuff) and neither boy got hurt.

They ended the night watching a movie on the couch, where both boys fell asleep, feeling grateful for their other half.

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I love writing the twins and their relationship.