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Trophy

"Well that was a great date, pardner," Viola drawled, pushing Duke up against his dormitory door and pressing herself against him. "Why don't we see if we can top it this Saturday?"

"I…I think that can be arranged," he replied as she pushed her tongue into his mouth.

Duke closed his eyes and tried to sink into the kiss. Viola was a good kisser. She even said he had gotten better since they started going out. Which was a good thing, a relief for someone with his low-ish level of self-confidence. But at the same time, he wondered, did that mean he hadn't been any good at first? It was kind of…embarrassing. To be coached that way…by a very hot girl.

The night had been fun, full of suicide buffalo wings, greasy fingers, getting his ass kicked at foosball, watching the big game on tv with the guys, but then disappearing during the half time to kick Viola's ass on the life-sized soccer field. They kicked a ball around and chased each other, and ended up lying on the ground in one of the nets, making out.

Speaking of making out, this kiss was lasting uncomfortably long. Viola's hands were all over him, and really he was tired now and just wanted to get into his room. It was late Thursday night, and they had early class in the morning. Duke tried to pull away as gracefully as possible but just ended getting slobber on both of their faces. He bit his lip hard and swore in his head as he tried to subtly wipe his mouth with his shoulder.

"Awww, don't be shy," Viola coaxed, wiping first his mouth, then hers, full on with her shirt sleeve. "So…see you tomorrow?" She batted her eyelashes and pouted a bit.

"Er, yeah. Chemistry. I'll be there."

"Can't wait," she said knowingly, rolling her eyes. "Hey, say hello to my dumb brother for me."

Duke gave a small smile and backed into the room. He heard Viola outside, loudly singing Journey lyrics off-key as she skipped down the hall. What a girl. The kind you definitely can't get out of your mind.

The more musical of the twins was sitting cross-legged on his bed strumming single chords on his guitar and singing very softly. He gave a smiling nod in acknowledgment of Duke's entrance, but didn't stop playing or singing.

"Viola says hi," Duke said, doing a belly-flop onto his own bed.

"Viola says a lot of things," Sebastian laughed, still strumming. Duke noticed that his face was thoughtful, as if he were listening to the music from someplace deep inside his mind. He wondered if you had to turn on a different part of your brain when you got involved in making music as he did when he got out on the field.

"Are you writing a song?" he asked, holding up his face with his hand.

Sebastian nodded slowly, in time with his chords. "It's inspired by Olivia."

Olivia. Another girl very difficult to get out of the mind. But once he was with Viola, Duke hadn't found it impossible. There was something very innocent and wholesome and good about Olivia that Duke thought few girls could pull off. Then again, she had totally played him to make Viola ("Sebastian") jealous, with little or no regard to his feelings. And he had been swooning over her since kindergarten. What, did she think that guys don't have feelings? That guys can just be objects of manipulation in the process of a girl getting what she wants?

Duke remembered the way Olivia had been all over him on their "date." It had not been attractive. Maybe because it became blatantly obvious in that short time that Duke and Olivia had absolutely nothing in common. He didn't feel comfortable with her.

Now with Viola…they always had something to talk about. Or if for some reason they didn't, soccer was the perpetual back-up. Being with Viola was a lot like hanging out with his guy friends, except that she was smarter and funnier, and of course, better looking. But in a lot of ways Viola and Olivia were alike. Maybe too alike. They were the type of girls who would stop at nothing to get what they wanted. They were always in control. And Viola was as forward, if not more forward, than Duke had found Olivia to be. Most guys would find that really hot. But the truth was, it kind of intimidated Duke. It was what he had perceived in Olivia to be a soft and quiet sensitivity that had once attracted him to her.

"Did you know that I used to be hopelessly in love with her?" Duke said absent-mindedly, trying to cleanse himself of the thoughts of Olivia, which were annoyingly making him question his relationship with Viola. Yeesh, Olivia was as intrusive in his mind as she had been in real life.

Sebastian smiled. "What guy isn't?"

"Yeah…" Duke agreed, shifting onto his back and staring up at the ceiling. "Well, lucky you. You get the trophy that everybody else wants."

Sebastian suddenly stopped playing and looked over at his roommate. "Well I don't want a trophy," he corrected Duke gravely.