I know, I know, it took me forever to update! I'm sorry, just second semester has been so hard, and I've been really stressed. I've been trying to find time to write, but its pretty difficult. I hope that it won't happen again. Again, I'm -so- sorry. I promise that I can not, and will not, abandon this story.
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I woke up to Sebastian yelling, "See you at practice. Have fun." And then the dorm slammed.
I yawned, and felt around my bed for a second for my iPod in my bed, and then I shoved the headphones back in my ears. Sum 41. I blasted Fat Lip as loud as it would go to wake me up. It was a part of my daily routine; I woke up with music.
But anyway. I got up, and felt some jitters in my stomach. Today was the day I would hopefully get some answers.
I yawned again, and stood up to stretch. Checking the clock, I saw it was 9:30. I had three hours to kill. Grabbing my tennis shoes, and a soccer ball, I decided I'd go kick the ball around for an hour. Hopefully I'd be able to get rid of some of my nerves.
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I walked back into my room, with only enough time to shower and dress before I had to be at Cesario's. I rushed to the bathroom, showered, and then hurried back to my room. I took as much precision in picking my outfit now as I had with Olivia. I was just glad that no one was around to see me--that would have been so embarassing, for them to see Duke Orsino taking forever on his wardrobe.
I pulled out a dark green long sleeved button up, and a white wife beater. I put them on, leaving the last few buttons to the top unbuttoned, so the wife beater showed underneath.
I looked at the clock, and noticed I had to be at the restaurant in less than ten minutes. Muttering "Shit," under my breath, I quickly grabbed the keys to my motorcycle and was on my way.
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As I entered Cesario's, I looked around, wondering if she'd be there yet. I checked my watch, and smiled when I realized I had made pretty good time. It was 12:28. I saw Pete, and he nodded, signaling that my normal table was in fact open.
I grinned at him, and walked over to the table. Two minutes later, I know because I checked my watch when she came, Viola entered. It was shocking, seeing her as Viola. Knowing she was Viola.
My breath caught a bit when I realized she looked gorgeous.
She saw me, and I waved. Grinning, she approached the table. "Hey Duke," she smiled, and sat down across from me.
I couldn't find my voice for a second. "I---Hi." I mentally smacked myself, but I smiled back. "You look... really nice." This was true. She was wearing a light green v-neck top with a pair of nice jeans, and her hair was down.
"You look really nice too," she smiled some more as she rested her chin on her hand and looked at me.
I thought for a moment, and then found my voice. "I hope it was... I hope it was okay, me asking you to come here today. Sebastian's told me a lot about you. I think we could be really great friends." I wanted to slam my head against the table. Why had I said friends?
Was I imagining that, or did she look disappointed, if only for a second? If she was, she quickly masked it and said, "Of course it's okay. I've heard a lot about you too."
I smiled slightly, knowing that anything she'd heard, she'd actually already heard from me. But I played it off well, I think. "Oh really?" I asked. "All good things, I hope?"
She thought for a moment, and then said, "Hmm... I don't know..." My heart stopped for a moment, and then she started laughing. "Of course, silly. All good things."
I let out a sigh of relief, and laughed with her. "Geez, you scared me."
She smiled and said, "Sorry."
"So what kinds of things have you heard about me?" I asked, curious to see how she felt about the things she had learned about me.
She bit her lip, and I wondered if that was nervousness she was showing. "Oh, you know, just things Sebastian has told me." I wondered if she actually was nervous, and if so, why. But if she was, I decided to take the subject off of me. After all, I had set this up so I could learn about her.
"So you and your brother are close?" I asked.
She brightened considerably, and I couldn't help but grin as her eyes seem to shine with happiness and confidence. "Yeah, we're really close," she said smiling. "We are twins, after all."
I smiled at her (her smile was quite contagious), and said, "Well, Viola, you may be twins, but are you very similar?" I was interested in hearing this, because it might provide some information as to why she was doing what she was doing.
"Oh, not at all," she smiled. "I'm the soccer player, and Sebastian is the musici--" she stopped herself. "I mean... we both play soccer. That's pretty much our only similarity." Did her little slip up mean that Sebastian actually didn't play soccer? Than what would happen to the team when he came to the school, and Viola left. That is... if he was even going to come back to the school! Who was taking Viola's place right now? Was Sebastian dressed up as her?
There was a whole new wave of questions forming in my head, and I didn't know what to say first. Perhaps I should try to get to know more about Viola, so I could understand her motives?
"So, tell me about... about yourself." I wondered why I was stumbling slightly in my words. After all, it was only Viola. I talked to her every day. We shared a room. Why was it so hard for me to talk to her as a girl?
She thought for a moment, and said, "Oh, well, I don't know... I'm just... a normal girl I suppose." She bit her lip. "I like to play soccer, and I don't really want to be a debutante." She laughed at that, and I couldn't help but break a grin.
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Sorry to cut it short here, but I really wanted to get this chapter up. I feel absolutely terrible for not updating for so long. It was lack of motivation, and lack of time. But I am hoping I can start with more regular updates from now on.
I would like to thank all of my wonderful fans, and hope that you all continue reading, even though it took me so long to get this chapter up. I am -really- hoping to get the next chapter up soon.
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