Between A Uso and Another
He doesn't understand why some can't tell them apart. They look alike, sure. They're a set in almost everything, yeah. But they're not exact clones. He knows he doesn't have much of a right to say anything out loud to anyone. At one point, he himself was one of those people. The ones who would point and say, 'That was Jimmy right? The one on the left? No? Oh well, same difference.'
Then things changed and their jobs forced interaction. After partnering with them, training with them– hell, even speaking to them, he quickly learns they're different. Different from other wrestlers and different from each other.
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At some point, outside of the ring Jey somehow becomes Joshua, or Josh for short, and Jimmy becomes Jonathan, but mostly just John. It happened so naturally that he didn't even notice it at first. It wasn't until one day they were backstage, arms casually thrown over each other's shoulders, sporting winning grins and matching face paint. One of them– John, slapped his back and said, "Aye man, great job out there tonight, Nick." Ziggler had paused, whirling his head around to look at the twin. Real names were rare if they weren't your show names, even backstage. The Samoan man only smiled. The blonde stole a look at the man's brother and found said male with the same expression. He looked back at John and grinned, "Thanks man. You guys too."
It was weeks later did they have a match together again. They had won this time too, and they let everyone know it by the way they cheered through the backstage halls. In the locker room, he had jumped onto Josh's front, wrapping his legs around the other's waist, grabbing his head and giving him a nuggie. The gesture was out of pure adrenaline and joy, and was meant to be harmless enough. He laughed as he felt the man's arms wrap around him in return as the two laughed with him. Instead of setting him back down right away and giving him a revenge nuggie like he had thought the twin would, Josh carried him all the way to his locker with an occasional bounce in his step. They paraded him around like him was some kind of trophy, like his was THEIR trophy. He wonders if Josh felt like he was back in high school when he'd played football. He wonders if they ever took home gold. It makes him briefly think about his own high school days, even back then he was in love with wrestling.
It was just them in the locker room when Josh finally did set him down. Just as his feet touched the floor he felt himself be jerked to the right. Before he could say anything, John grabbed him by the head and gave him a kiss to his crown. His eyes widen as the man pulled back with a grin. He turned to look over at Josh, but the other didn't bat an eyelash and just grinned his way too. They both had pretty smiles, he's always noticed. Slowly, he grins right back at the both of them, ignoring his out of control heartbeat.
They are different, but he's in love with them all the same.