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Chapter Two

After grabbing her morning coffee at Starbucks, Viola made her way to work once again.

"Yay!" she said bitterly while starting her car. "Work!" she added sarcastically. After the accident, she made the decision not to pursue Soccer anymore and try to find something she was good at, something other than Soccer. During that time in her life she had still maintained a friendship with Toby; a fellow Illyrian and former team mate. As a joke Toby told her she was good at advice and had a knack for setting people up. Not one to just let things go without thorough thought she sat on that idea for a while.

It's not that Viola was unhappy at her job; on the contrary she was good at her job and made a nice amount of money to have a nice place to live. It's just not the job you wanted to have though. The little voice in the back of her head said in a taunting manor. Things change! She mind yelled at the little voice and shook her head to clear her thoughts. Walking into her office she sat with a thump.

The phone rang waking up the slumbering couple. Without cracking an eye Sebastian reached over his wife and picked up the phone.

"Hello?" he said sleep evident in his voice. After a minute he hung up and groaned loudly, causing Olivia to stretch and open her eyes.

"What is it now?" she asked in a tired voice apparently used to phone calls by now. Not that it was exactly early it was just with the time they went to bed it was early morning and they usually slept till the afternoon.

"They forgot to order drinks for the club. I need to go and order some or we are going to be short tonight and then you know what will happen." He told her as he walked into the bathroom scratching his head.

"Mayhem." She teased while he poked his head out and whilst his toothbrush in his mouth stuck his tongue out at her. Olivia began to laugh, threw a pillow and said, "Real mature there Sebastian. Mature."

Twenty minutes Sebastian was en route to his club and restaurant. Though his band had never made it big it didn't mean that he still didn't love music and write. After getting a degree in college in Business and with the help of his parents, he opened up a small club for up and coming bands who like he once wished to make it big. The shocking part through all this was not the club/restaurant it was the fact that he had actually attended classes and graduated on time. 'Hey, miracles do happen.' Is what his lovely twin Viola would say when people would comment on Sebastian's degree.

"Hey Will." Sebastian said when he walked into Cesario's. Will was behind the bar putting away glasses when the phone rang. Holding up a hand Sebastian made his way to the phone and picked it up. Will was watching him and Sebastian mouthed, "Drinks." Laughing at the expression on his boss' face he continued to put the glasses away.

Around three four years ago, the previous owners of Cesario's decided they wanted a change and put the place up for sell. One day while sitting in the familiar restaurant Olivia said, "This place would make a great spot for kids and adults. Too bad they are closing it down." Sebastian thought about it for a while and with some renovations this place could be a success more than it was now. It would be a restaurant so families could dine with their kids and teens with their dates and at a certain hour it could turn into a place for local bands could play. It was a win/win in his book, and he was right.

Spinning around in her office chair, all Viola could think about was how bored she was. She had no appointments as of now and nothing to do. Viola was a counselor; usually she dealt with many sports type who could no longer play their particular sport. She really didn't do much she just helped them get through the rough patches and open up to someone, seeing how she was in their same spot once. Sometimes she would get the occasion jock that didn't even have a problem just wanted someone to talk to. Her office line rang suddenly, "Hello?"

"Hello my darling!" her mother gushed and suddenly she wished she had an appointment right now. "How are you doing dear?" she asked, and Viola knew what was coming next.

"I am fine Mom and you?" she waited to hear the same generic response then out of habit asked, "And Dad?" It wasn't all that shocking that a few years after the divorce they had gotten remarried. Who else would deal with those two anyways?

"Viola dear," Here it comes.

"I was just thinking." Of course you were why wouldn't you be.

"And guess what I just realized!" I'd tell you what you could go and realize but you are my mother.

"Susan's son is single!" I bet he lied to his Mom because he doesn't want to bring the poor girl home to meet his psycho mother.

"No." there it was plain and simple. I could just see my mothers shocked expression turning into one of being extremely applauded.

"What do you mean no Viola?" she asked sternly and though her mother couldn't see it she rolled her eyes.

"Mom… I love you, but will not go on a date with Susan's son, or Bethany's son or Carol's son for that matter. I will find a man on my own when I want one." Her mother made a noise that seemed like an angry sigh but one could never be too sure.

"Well Viola, you are not getting any younger remember that." Thanks for stating the obvious!

"I love you too Mom. Bye." She hung up before her mother could try and convince her to go on 'just one date!' Not even two minutes later her phone rang again.

"I swear if it's my mother…" she muttered before answering the phone. It was Olivia. Thank god! She thought looking up at the ceiling. After a few minutes they decided to meet up at Cesario's.

In the general area of Cesario's a cell phone went off.

"Hello? Hey man what's up? Cool I just got here. I was thinking hotel, if you are sure? Thanks man. See you in a few." Duke Orsino closed the cell phone and made his way to Justin's house. Ten minutes or so later he arrived and Justin helped him with his bags.

If someone told Duke nine years ago he would one day become friends with Justin Drayton he probably would have punched you, yet here was at 26 years old and his best friend or the closest thing to it was in fact Justin. When they both thought back on their teen years they would laugh but in the end they always came to the same point. People change; you can't expect someone to have the same mindset at seventeen when they are twenty-six.

Justin knocked on the guest room door and when Duke grunted he knew he was just to walk in.

"Where you want to eat tonight?" Justin asked while Duke was spinning a soccer ball on his finger. Some things never change though no matter what the age. After a moment he said, "Cesario's, if it is still up that is."

"We'll check it out. I'm going to shower." Duke nodded he knew his way around the house by now it wasn't the first time he had stayed here. While Justin showered he went to the back to just kick the ball around. Soccer was amazing but it was time for a change. Though he wouldn't admit it to most he felt like his life was lacking. When he voiced these thoughts to Justin one night he told him, "We are 26 Duke. The time comes to put the game aside and think about the next big thing, a house, wife and maybe a kid or two to teach the game to."

Before his freshman year in college even hit mid-terms he was offered a chance to play Soccer in England. It was the chance of a life time, very few people got offered that choice it was obvious what his answer would be. He played for Manchester United after college where he got a degree in Teaching.

During his time on the team the friendship between Justin and himself began. Justin was not a goalie like most would think he was actually an assistant coach; he had great coaching skills. They put aside differences and started new and never spoke of the past unless it was necessary.

Before he knew it Justin was out and ready telling him to snap out of it so they could go find a place and eat. Duke shook his head to clear his thoughts and followed him to the drive way. They took Justin's car and tried to remember how the hell to get to Cesario's.

"Hey!" Viola hugged Olivia when she walked into the restaurant. It didn't matter if they were family now they still were best friends first. A loud 'ahem' tore them apart.

"I'm sorry are you jealous?" Viola asked in a teasing voice to her brother.

"I am blood and you don't even acknowledge my presence." Sebastian told her with a pout and sad eyes. Viola gave him a huge bear hug.

"Then maybe you should call you sister once in a while and I would acknowledge your pathetic existence." Sebastian punched her arm and she reciprocated the action making her twin rub the sore spot saying, "Oww!"

"How's business Bro?" she asked him taking a seat next to Olivia by the bar. As Will handed them their drinks he told them business was good.

"So I got a phone call from Mom today." Sebastian told her in a deadpan voice. Viola groaned and clutched the drink then said, "Let me guess."

Sebastian gave her a look and she added, "Please oh please don't take this joy away from me!" Rolling his eyes he made a movement with his hands signaling her to continue. Taking a sip of her drink she cleared her throat stood up and began.

"Oh Sebastian!" she said in a voice strikingly resembling their mothers. "You know she is not getting any younger!" She tapped her watch while saying that.

"I only want what's best for my little darling!"

She dramatically sat down on the stool and finished with, "I want to be able to see my precious little granddaughter became a lady while I can still walk on my own!" Olivia and Sebastian were in tears at the dramatic interpretation Viola had just put on.

"So what did you say?" she asked indifferently to the whole situation. They moved to sit in a booth and then he answered the question.

"I told her that if you do have a daughter she will probably be exactly like you and want nothing to do with frills, dresses and debutante duties and would most definitely prefer to roll in the dirt kicking a Soccer ball with the boys then prancing on stage in heels." Viola smiled widely, "That right there is why I love you Bro."

"No problem Sis, anytime."

"I can't believe this place is still here." Duke commented when the pulled in. He smiled in remembrance of times he had spent there in high school. Justin watched as he had that look on his face meaning he was back in another world. They walked in and for the most part it was the same expect they had added stage and a longer bar. It wasn't exactly empty on this Wednesday night either. They took a seat in one of the booths.

"Ha, same menus just about." Duke commented and then looked at Justin, "Pizza?" he grinned and when the waitress arrived that's what they ordered. The waitress a young woman by the name of Kylie placed the pizza on the table and was obviously flirting with Duke.

"Stop laughing at me!" he told Justin when he noticed that he couldn't control it and just busted out laughter.

"How can you still be that way with girl's man!" he asked him completely amazed sometimes by his best friend.

"It's not that bad. Anyways she's like ten years younger than me." Duke commented as Kylie placed there drinks down.

"Excuse me miss." Justin called her back while Duke glared daggers at him.

"Yes?" she said with a wide smile aimed at Justin, who grinned cheekily.

"If you don't mind me asking how old are you?" Kylie smirked and said, "Eighteen, senior at Illyria." She looked left and noticed a table waiting to have their orders taken. "Would love to talk," she looked at both of them and then with a sigh said, "But I have tables."

"See too young and I wasn't interested anyways." Duke told him while Justin grinned.

"I knew you weren't its just fun to see you turn red." Duke kicked him from under the table and Justin jumped slightly. Halfway through the pizza pie Justin made a comment that he thought this place was sold or something, he vaguely remembered his mother mentioning something along those lines.

"I wouldn't know man." Duke told him thinking whoever did take it over was clearly doing something right. The next thing he knew Justin was calling over the waitress once more.

"Kylie honey, do the same owners still run this place?" he asked shamelessly flirting with the young woman. Flashing him a bright smile she told him that it was sold and before she could continue she was summoned by another table.

"You are horrible you know that right." Duke told him once she was out of hearing distance. Justin had the gall to look confused.

"What? Me? Did I do something I wasn't supposed to?" He asked feigning innocence.

"She is 18," Duke began slowly in what he referred to as Justin's speed to comprehend things, "and you," he pointed at said person, "are 26." Justin laughed once more and then said, "It doesn't hurt anyone to flirt." Duke rolled his eyes at him while Justin just looked around the restaurant.

"It is really filling up in here." Viola told Olivia as they ate their food and talked about nothing and everything. Olivia noticed that one of the waitresses was grinning like she had swallowed a coat hanger and was curious as to why.

"Hey Ky!" she called her over and when Kylie arrived she asked what exactly the deal was with the grinning.

"Oh you know cute boys harmless flirting. No big though, they have to be mid twenties at lest." Olivia and Viola laughed and apologized for keeping her from her tables and the 'cute mid twenty year olds'.

After a little while Viola decided to call it a night and told Olivia she would see her soon. As she was saying good bye to Sebastian and didn't even realize that not one but two ex-boyfriends were about five feet away from her.

She saw Kylie and remembered something. "Kylie?" she made her way to the boss's sister and winked at the cute boys. Viola was tempted to turn around and see what they fuss about these boys were but her back was turned and she didn't want to be so obvious.

"I thought about it and girl with your tackling and quick feet you should definitely be a half-back. Tell Coach Dinklage that's my advice." Kylie told her thanks and went on with her business. She walked pass the table and was almost to the door when a boy in an Illyria letterman jacket stopped her to say hello.

They knew it was rude but Justin and Duke were listening in on the conversation between the waitress and well the brunette seeing how they didn't know who it was. They only caught the last half.

"Tackling and quick feet you should definitely be a half-back. Tell Coach Dinklage that's my advice." Duke who was the less obvious of the two couldn't help it when his head shot up. The girl never turned around but was stopped by a Soccer player. When the boy passed his table Duke called over after reading his name on the jacket.

"Hey… Dustin!" The boy in question looked around and Duke waved him over. Hesitantly Dustin made his was to the booth.

"You play Soccer right?" Duke asked though it was apparent that he knew the answer. Dustin nodded crossing his arms over his chest. Just smiled remembering the good old days.

"Coach Dinklage, he still there?" Duke asked next. The boy gave him a look that clearly stated 'duh' but answered, "Yeah he's still there."

"One more question who was that girl you stopped?" Dustin paused for a minute, "When I walked in?" he asked Duke who nodded.

"You must not have gone to Illyria then." Dustin told him in a lofty tone while Justin tried to hide his laughter with his hand and Duke adorned a face of distain for the boy.

"Why do you say that?" he asked him harshly not liking the fact that he was talking to him like he was, well from Cornwall.

"Anyone who has gone to Illyria since 2006 and on knows who she is." He told him not realizing he still never answered the question. Duke's eyebrow shot up and said, "So who is she? She must be important to have people 9 years younger know of her."

"She is the Viola Hastings."

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