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They were trying to trick him again.
Neil and Kevin had gone to the court for some early practice before actual practice, and now Neil was paying the price for not traveling with Andrew. He and Aaron had dressed in baggy black sweatshirts, thick sweatpants, and only wore socks on their feet. Andrew had removed his earrings and Aaron had styled his hair like Andrew's. The rest of the Foxes were sitting in the lounge, smirking amongst themselves and snickering once in a while, no doubt at whatever face Neil currently had on his face.
"You guys..." he huffed. There had to be a bet of some kind, and a good one, too. The only reason Andrew and Aaron went along with bets were if the prize was worth it.
"Go on, Neil," Allison said cheerfully. She was the organizer, no doubt.
"This isn't funny," Neil said lowly. "And it's getting old."
"You only say that because you lost last time," Matt replied with a loud laugh.
Neil didn't loose last time, because there was no bet last time. Last time, Andrew was being a dick, and Neil had been feeling sick and miserable. Aaron shouldn't have walked into their dorm that day if he didn't want to get mistaken for his brother.
"Just guess, Neil," Allison said.
He considered leaving just to spite everyone, but at the same time, he did want to make up for last time. While the twins were identical, there would always be differences. They both had broad shoulders, but Andrew had bigger biceps because of the position he played, having to hold his heavy racket and working out specifically to build that strength. Aaron had more muscle in his legs, giving him larger calves, but not larger thighs. Unfortunately, with them dressed like this, it was nearly impossible to see those differences.
"Want to walk us through your thought process?" Dan asked with a teasing note to her voice.
Neil really didn't, but that did give him an idea. "Faces," Neil decided to go with. "Aaron scowls too deeply."
There was no reaction. Shit , he was getting better.
"So you know?" Allison asked. Kevin apparently decided he was done with the team's bullshit and left for the locker room.
"Sure," Neil said uneasily. The unfortunate part here was that Aaron had clearly been practicing - or maybe Andrew gave him lessons on how to school his expression perfectly - because he couldn't pick out the little differences from this distance. "I just need another look."
"What're you looking for?" Matt questioned.
There was no way he was going to explain that he could tell them apart if he could get a good look at their biceps. "Trying to see which one styled their hair and which one didn't," Neil quickly lied after he got a few steps closer.
Still nothing. Both twins had their arms hanging at their sides, which didn't give Neil a good look at how the fabric shaped against their arms. The black of the sweatshirts didn't help, either. Neil didn't know yet.
That was fine. It was fine.
The team was clearly getting impatient. "Figure it out, buddy?" Matt asked. He looked worried, like if Neil got it wrong he'd die or something.
"Just need to check one last thing," Neil replied, walking around the twins until he was looking at their backs.
"What's the last thing?" Dan asked.
Neil's gaze traveled down the twins' clothed backs until he could take a look at each ass. There was some things they'd never be able to hide, it would seem. Neil had spent hours in the weight room watching Andrew do backsquats. It had helped build his thighs, but it also shaped his ass.
Aaron doesn't do backsquats. Neil was not going to tell anyone this.
"Aaron's shorter," Neil said, cupping his chin like he was observing something interesting.
Somehow, neither one of them reacted. Neil had no doubt it was taking everything in Aaron's short body to keep his composure. Behind him, the upperclassmen had begun to laugh loudly, but all that mattered to Neil was that they didn't realize what he'd really been looking at.
"Aaron," Neil said, pointing to the twin on the left. "Andrew," he added, pointing to the twin on the right.
"That's bullshit!" Aaron immediately yelled, turning around and glaring at Neil. "We're the same height!"
"Hmm, you might want to get that checked," Neil said, allowing a smirk to quirk his lips.
There were a few groans from the couch. Matt was telling someone to pay up, and Aaron walked towards them to hand over whatever money he owned. Andrew didn't move, but he motioned for Neil to step closer. Neil went, finally able to pick out the larger build on Andrew's body now that he was so close.
"As great as that was," Andrew began, "you do know that me and Aaron are the same height."
It was a statement, not a question. "Yes," Neil responded.
"Tell me how," Andrew demanded.
Neil was still smirking. He wasn't going to say anything - not yet, anyway. He was going to gloat in his victory for a while, first. "There's just some things you can't hide," he whispered instead.