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The Swap- Brooklyn Boys, IkeShot, Mike

Ike groaned awake, his eyes still closed. He never opened his eyes until he reached the bathroom, where he'd then be forced to do so.

He climbed out of bed, trying to find his footing on the floor. He walked across the room and out it, heading to the bathroom. He opened the door and winced at the bright light, opening his eyes.

"This is so overrated", he mutters, turning the bathroom light off. He grabbed the toothpaste and his toothbrush, turning the water on. Suddenly, his twin was in the doorway.

"Ike!" Mike had a wide grin on his face, still in his pajamas. You could definitely which twin was a morning person. "I have an idea."

"What?" Ike scrubbed his teeth, spitting into the sink. Mike looked around.

"Why are you in the dark?"

"I just woke up."

"Oh. Well, I think we should do another clothes swap."

Ike stopped brushing his teeth to look at his brother. He turned back to the mirror. "Cool."

"Alright!" Mike walks away with a smile before he turned up in the doorway again. "Also, we have to go to Brooklyn."

Ike sighs and nods, spitting out his toothpaste. He stares at himself in the mirror, shaking his head. "Brooklyn", he mutters.

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Mike and Ike weren't really in Brooklyn as often as you'd think. Of course, Ike was more than his brother, but he also had a job in Manhattan, so he wasn't here as often as his boyfriend would prefer.

They walked across the Brooklyn Bridge, despite having a car, and walked through the city. Spot and the guys lived in a loft somewhere, a nice one with shops surrounding it. Ike liked it because it was slower paced than Manhattan. Mike disagreed.

They knocked on the door, smirking at each other as they heard shuffling. None of the guys had been able to tell them apart, and they didn't expect the same from the Brooklyn Boys.

York opened the door. "Hey, guys."

"Hey", the twins reply at the same time. York rolled his eyes.

"Is Hotshot here?" York looked at Mike weirdly, nodding his head.

"Yeah, Ike. He's in the living room."

York let the boys walk in, guiding them to their main seating area. Spot and Hotshot were playing Spades, glancing up once.

"Hey, babe", Mike says, taking the role seriously. Ike glares at him, glancing at his boyfriend.

"Hi", Shot says simply, focused. Spot looked at him confusedly, shaking his head. "How was your day?"

"Cool", Mike says, smiling. "Ate breakfast."

Hotshot hummed, shaking his head. He looked at "Mike", a small smile on his lips. "You gonna tell me why you decided to pull a switch?"

York, Spot, Mike, and Ike looked at him in shock. Myron came out of his room. "What happened?"

"How'd you know?" Hotshot chuckled. "Not even York figured it out."

"You have a very distinct personality, babe", he answered, pausing the game. "Also, you call me Shot most of the time. Also, you wouldn't call lunch "breakfast" at 12:00 in the afternoon."

Ike looked at him with a loving look, hugging him. "You also don't smile that much."

"And you ruined it."

"What?! You don't! But it's okay."

"How so?"

"Because I still love you."

Ike blushed and hit his boyfriend's shoulder, causing the taller to laugh. Hotshot went back to his game, this time with Ike in his lap.