Basically, this is just a waste of time. I wrote it on a moment's notice and didn't put much thought into it, but I thought it turned out okay despite that.

And I know that She's the Man is pretty much dead by now, but that's never stopped me before, so here it is.

"Careful," Viola warned. "She's a biter."

Olivia began to laugh. Still using a gentle hand to stroke the tiny gray kitten, which almost took the gold as 'the cutest kitten she had ever seen in her life', she glanced up at the other girl. With an easy smile, she joked, "I know the type."

Trading the smile for a knowing look and a smirk, the brunette replied, "So, you've discovered Seb's fetish, huh?"

The blonde offered a grin. "Yeah, he's gotten me a few times." She smiled as the kitten turned from Viola to curl up in the small stretch of bed between the two girls' knees, purring away once they began to pet her again. She was a little old to be considered a kitten--about four months, Viola had told her earlier--but she was still very tiny, and still very cute. Speaking of cute, watching Viola cuddle with the little furball as she had entered her room was one of the most adorable things she had ever seen the tomboy do--other than her usual habit of rambling on and acting goofy when she was nervous, of course.

Olivia had arrived at the Hastings household only ten minutes prior. Greeted at the door by a hasty Mrs. Hastings, a rather odd occurrence, as she had never known the older woman to be late for any type of social event, the blonde was taken aback, but she ignored the peculiarity, embracing all of her debutante training to ask politely if her boyfriend was in. "Why, I'm not sure I've seen him this morning, my dear--I think he had some meeting for that ludicrous band of his--but he should be home any time," the quirky older woman had responded, managing to bustle even though she wasn't moving. "Viola's just upstairs, dear. Why don't you go and socialize with her while you wait?" With that, the Junior League mother ushered Olivia quickly into the house. She hurried about the foyer, gathering things here and there. "Maybe some of your impeccable manners will make an impression on her. I haven't been able to get a word through to her since her coming out. Will you try your luck, darling? I would stay to supervise--she can be such rude company sometimes--but, oh! I have to go! I'm going to be late for tea with Mrs. Burnstock! Have fun, dear!" And with that, she was out the door before Olivia could even get a word in.

Deciding that it did no good to leave if she was only going to come back, the blonde scaled the stairs in search of the other twin. She found her just inside the cracked door of her room, lounging on her bed, the stereo on--and waltzing around on top of her was a tiny gray kitten, with whom the brunette would occasionally touch noses and nuzzle softly. The Illyrian's quiet laughter alerted her of her presence, and, after jumping a mile out of her skin, Viola leapt to her feet to question the blonde's presence. Olivia then relayed her interaction with Mrs. Hastings and asked about the kitten. Thus, conversation was born.

Olivia smiled, glancing up at the female twin. On the brunette's face was a familiar look of adoration similar to the one that had been on her face earlier as she watched the young feline stretch out between them. It was one of those looks that made her so adorable in the first place, formidably comparable to all those she had unknowingly made several weeks before…

Pushing the thought away, the Illyrian decided to jump the gun on awkwardness and get to talking before Viola realized she was staring at her. Hoping that not too much time had passed during her musing, she decided to run with their current topic: biting.

"Do you share the same obsession?" she asked, raising a brow.

Viola didn't really think before she smirked roguishly at her. "I've been known to nibble on occasion."

At the dilation of the blonde's pupils, accompanied by the shocked visage she'd taken on, and the light flush that rushed to the surface, coloring her cheeks just the slightest shade of pink, the brunette blanched, afraid that she might have freaked her out. After all, that totally almost counted as flirtation-material. Nervous, she couldn't help herself, and the words began to spill out of her mouth like whitewater rapids, a last-ditch effort to save herself. "But Sebastian got the brunt of it though. He was always biting on things--namely me--like all the time. I even had to go to the hospital once because he used to have really sharp canines and we were wrestling in the living room and he bit my arm and they dug in pretty deep, enough to bleed and stuff. I have a scar and everything." She held up her arm and pointed to the scar, before shooting off once again.

"Then there was that one time with the shovel, but that was just once, and it was an accident, and I was only unconscious for a few seconds anyway. Mom was just overreacting. But he bit me a lot more than he hit me. He got me all the time."

While Viola continued to talk about their teeth, the blonde across from her could only listen and giggle. In all honesty, she'd missed all the times 'Sebastian' would ramble when he was nervous. It was saddening, really. That was one of the things that had been so unique about him, one of the personality traits that she had liked the most, even fallen in love with, only to find out that the real Sebastian never babbled at all; he simply shut down or tried to brush it all away like it was nothing. That was very disconcerting for Olivia, and often saddening, but he was a sweet enough guy, so she dealt with it as best as she could and tried not to think about the 'old Sebastian', who she had just begun to really fall for--who wasn't really Sebastian at all.

"Of course, after we got our braces off and stuff, mom made him get them filed, and he wasn't really happy about it, but at least he couldn't tear me apart when we got into arguments and stuff." As that provided her with ample subject matter for her next branch of rambling, she continued, barely pausing to think that it was getting a bit ridiculous to keep talking. "We argued a lot when we were little, you know. Mainly about stupid stuff, like over who got to hug dad first when we went to see him, or whose turn it was to miss Rugrats and take Buddy for a walk. Buddy was our dog. We fought over him too. I wanted to name him Cirrus, you know, after the clouds and stuff, but Seb wanted to name him Stratus, and I kept telling him that stratus clouds were way lame compared to cirrus clouds, 'cause cirrus clouds are like giant waves of ice particles in the sky--we learned that in second grade, from Mrs. Grand--and they're just amazing, but he wouldn't listen.

"Then we were going to name him Nimbus, 'cause we both watched Dragonball, and Nimbus was pretty much the coolest thing ever, but mom said that was no name for a puppy, so we named him Buddy after Air Bud, 'cause he looked pretty much the same--and he even liked vanilla Snack Packs, just like the other Buddy, so…" Finally, time reached a standstill, and the superfluousness of telling the blonde her entire life story caught up with her. Flushing a deep red that could have rivaled the crimson of Olivia's Illyria sweater, the twin faltered, avoiding her eyes. "So, I'm, uh, I'm just going to shut up now."

Olivia smiled. The flush on Viola's face was adorable. "No, it's okay," she assured her. "It was kind of cute…" When the brunette didn't respond, focusing intently on the kitten that the blonde had been petting consistently without her conscious awareness, she decided to try making things a little easier for her. "Sebastian doesn't really talk about your childhood. It's nice to hear about it for once. I mean, I never knew you had a dog, or that you guys had braces…" She offered a light smile.

The soccer champ returned it hesitantly. "Yeah." She began to chuckle. "We looked pretty dorky with them too."

Smiling, the blonde tilted her head to the side, dubious. "It couldn't have been that bad."

Viola shook her head. "No, really, it was pretty hideous. Here, look." With that, she bounded off of her bed and moved to her computer desk, grabbing a framed picture from the back corner. She took her seat again and folded a leg beneath her. A moment before handing the frame to Olivia, she pressed it to her chest, embarrassed. "Promise you won't laugh too much?"

The Illyrian smiled. "I promise."

Taking a breath, Viola reluctantly handed over the only remaining evidence of her dental-disaster. (All else had been made the fuel of their celebratory perfect-teeth bonfire three years prior--luckily, just before they entered high school.)

Olivia accepted the picture, holding the brunette's eyes for a moment to let her know she wasn't planning on making fun of her, before dropping her eyes to the picture--though what she saw did make her want to laugh. It wasn't for the fact that the Hastings twins had braces, but for the fact that they were both sporting them rather humorously, baring their teeth in an almost animalistic way, perhaps growling at the camera, both of them attempting to flex their non-existent preteen muscles. Chuckling, the blonde began to gush over their appearance. "Awh! You guys were so cute! You weren't dorky at all."

Viola scoffed. "Yeah, right. Dad used to make fun of us for it all the time. Seb was metal-mouth and I was brace-face."

Olivia giggled, turning her attention back to the picture. "How old were you guys?" She guessed about twelve or thirteen.

"Well, Seb was thirteen, and I was thirteen-and-two-minutes by then," the brunette responded. "It was our birthday."

"See? There's something else." The blonde looked up from the picture. "I didn't know you were older than him."

"Yeah, well, two minutes' difference never really counted in Seb's opinion."

And there it was. That grin. The grin Olivia had fallen so hard for. The grin that could stop her heart and distract her for hours on end; the grin that stole her breath and filled her thoughts and her dreams; the grin that made her melt inside.

Ever since Viola had come clean and things had gone back to normal, she'd been doing so good about keeping things easy between them. In her opinion, she was doing a damn good job being her friend. Just a friend, without causing awkward tension whenever they were together, without thinking about any of her lingering feelings for the 'old Sebastian'--or so she liked to tell herself. The truth was, even though it was no longer 'Sebastian' grinning at her with that grin--that it had been Viola, in fact, grinning at her with that grin throughout the entirety of those two wonderful weeks--that grin still made her melt, and she didn't care whose name was attached to it. After all, it had only taken her approximately two and a half hours after the Cornwall game to realize that Viola was decidedly the more attractive of the two twins, even as a girl, and that the fluttering-in-her-stomach feeling that she'd grown accustomed to whenever 'he' was around just wasn't there when he was around.

Because she hadn't fallen in love with a name. She'd fallen in love with a person, and that person was Viola.

But, of course, she couldn't just come out and say it like that. Her mother would have had a fit. Sebastian would have run off to think about it, and Viola was infatuated with Duke. She still didn't have any chance at all with her crush, even after it turned out that 'he' was a she. She didn't even want to think about what the twin would say if she ever found out. So, instead, she decided that she would keep her mouth shut and that she would take what she could get, because, sometimes, on the rare occasion, Sebastian would say something that sounded so much like what 'Sebastian' would say, and she would almost get that feeling again. Almost. And although it was really nothing in comparison, almost was the closest she'd ever get.

Looking away from that grin sadly, Olivia turned her eyes down towards the picture once more. She exhaled a soft sigh.

Viola frowned. That wasn't what she had been expecting. They were only talking about braces, for Pete's sake! "Are you okay, Liv?"

The blonde closed her eyes. She loved it when she called her Liv, but it was one of the hardest things to hear just then. A sad moment later, she forced a smile and looked upward, nodding to convince herself as much Viola. "Yeah, I'm fine."

"You sure?" The soccer champ dared to place a gentle hand on the blonde's arm.

Olivia was acutely aware of the touch, and the softness she'd grown so accustomed to when she was still a 'he' didn't help her situation any. It only made things harder. "Yeah, just…" She shook her head then, switching topics abruptly. Somehow, she gathered the courage to look into Viola's eyes. "Tell me more. About you guys as kids. Did you ever get Sebastian back for biting you all those times?" She prayed the brunette would just take the bait and forget all about her gargantuan slip-up.

Miraculously, she did, but only after the blonde offered her a smile. She had her suspicions that it was at least ninety-nine percent faked, but she decided to let the other girl off the hook. It was obvious that she didn't want to talk about whatever it was, and the brunette didn't want to push for fear of alienating her. Flashing the blonde a victorious smirk instead, she joked, "Yeah, I taught him a lesson or two. He knows not to mess with me now." Still, Olivia looked mildly upset, and Viola hurried to fix it. "Look, you can even see it in the picture." She leaned forward for a better look at it and pointed to a bruise on the preteen-image-of-Sebastian's arm. "He was whining about it for like a week straight. So much that dad grounded me."

Just as Olivia began to chuckle, she made the mistake of looking up. Viola hadn't yet moved away, still hovering closely to see the picture, and when she raised her eyes, she came face to face with the endless pools of blue-green she dreamt about, only inches away from the most inviting lips she had ever been about to kiss…--but no. She couldn't kiss Viola. Kissing Viola would only cause problems, and she didn't think she would be able to deal with anything worse than the situation she already found herself in. Clearing her throat nervously, hoping that it was at least mildly discreet, she dropped her gaze back to the picture, though admittedly blind to it. A steady flush rose in her cheeks, despite how valiantly she fought against the tide.

Flustered, as the blonde looked ready to jump off of the bed, the brunette moved away hastily. She had just almost kissed Olivia! Not that she didn't want to, of course--which she ordered her brain to silence itself about--but Olivia was happy with Sebastian--the real Sebastian--and she was happy with Duke… right? "Uh, sorry," she muttered, her face a dark red. "I just… sometimes I forget that whole thing about personal space, and, I'm, you know, um… sorry for being all up on you and everything, I guess… Sorry." She cringed at her own stupidity. "I already said that. Sorry. Yeah. Sorry. Uhm…"

Unsurprisingly, Olivia found herself smiling. Viola really was the most adorable thing in the world when she was embarrassed. As she attempted to tell her that it was okay to take some of the pressure off of her, the twin was already set on moving on.

"Yeah, so, um, Seb should be home soon, and mom too, and I'm supposed to call Paul, and um… where did Skye go?"

The blonde blinked. The more Viola had said, the less and less she was wanting to listen, as it was obvious she was trying to end their time together, but the brunette's question effectively threw her off. She had forgotten about Viola's pet, but, even so, she had assumed she would be in the same spot. However, indeed, the tiny gray kitten was no longer curled contentedly between them on the bed. After a quick glance around the room, Olivia determined that the little furball was nowhere to be seen. With a confused look of her own, the Illyrian replied, "I don't know. She must have just left, because I was just petting her…"

Glad for the excuse, the other girl stood from the bed. "We have to make sure she didn't go downstairs," she said. "Mom's afraid she'll get into the plants, and if she does, my ass is grass."

So, how horrible was it? If anybody liked it, let me know, and I'll think about continuing it. (And don't make fun of the cat's name!)

As an incentive, if I do continue it, look forward to: someone fainting, mouth to mouth resuscitation, enormous confessions, and plenty of awkward tension. If it doesn't sound interesting, well, then I just suck, and I'll have to accept it someday.