Disclaimer: I do own this movie, but only on DVD. The rights, sadly, do not belong to me.

A/N: Somebody please shoot me because I'm starting another story because this stupid plot bunny won't leave my head! Okay, in this story, Sebastian's band played in London the two weeks before school started. Title obviously inspired by the Shakespearean play that the movie is based on. And all roads will (eventually) lead to Duke/Viola and Sebastian/Olivia. Enjoy!

Twelfth Night, or Whatever

Chapter One

"I can't believe they did that!" Viola cried as she threw clothes carelessly into her bags. "What are you going to do? Are you going to try out for the boys' team?"
"No," Yvonne replied over the phone. "Coach won't let us. Says girls can't play soccer with boys."

"That sexist pig!" Viola exclaimed. "I'm just glad the coach at Illyria doesn't discriminate based on gender. Do you know that they've never had a girls' team?"

"Girl, you know I'm happy you're getting a chance to play, but why do you have to transfer? Sebastian's the one that got in trouble."

"Yeah, but the parents figure that having me around will help him to fit in and to stay out of trouble."

"When has that ever happened?"

"Got me."

OoooOoooOoooO

"Hey, guys," Sebastian said, walking into the room that held three other guys. "One of you must be my new roommate."

"That'd be me. Duke Orsino," he said, holding out his hand. "That's Toby and Andrew."

Sebastian reached out and shook it briefly. "Sebastian Hastings. I'm guessing you all are soccer jocks."

"Yeah, how'd you know?" Toby asked amazed.

"The ball was kinda a clue," he replied sarcastically, pointing out the soccer ball that Andrew held in his hands.

"Oh."

"Dude, what the hell is that?" Duke exclaimed, pointing to Sebastian's now open bag, where a box of Tampons is very visible on top.

"Great, I must have grabbed my sister's bag, and I can't remember what stupid room she's in," he said gruffly, searching around the bag until he finally produced a cell phone. He dialed a number hastily, and waited, and waited, and waited. "Why the hell isn't she answering?"

"Um, did you call your number or her number?" Duke asked helpfully.

"Hers, why would I call…? Oh, thanks," he said, punching in his own number. She picked up after one ring. "Yes, I know… Okay… Calm down… I'm sure you'll make it… What room are you in?… Okay… love you too, bye."

"Dude, is your sister hot?" Andrew asked.

Sebastian looked at him weirdly before picking up his, or rather Viola's, duffel. "She's my sister, how am I supposed to answer that? Anyway, you'll meet her sooner than you think." With that said, he walked out the room.

"He doesn't seem too bad," Duke remarked on his new roomie.

"Yeah, better than that freak Malcolm," Toby replied, which caused all of them to laugh.

OoooOoooOoooO

Viola sat on her bed and angrily tossed her soccer ball around. How could Sebastian have gotten her bag? Soccer try-outs were in an hour! She had to change! She was interrupted in her enraged abuse of her ball by a blonde girl entering the dorm.

"Hi," the blonde greeted shyly. "I'm Olivia Lennox. You must be my roommate."

"Yeah, hey!" Viola responded enthusiastically, trying to get the girl to open up more. "I'm Viola Hastings. Nice to meet you."

Whatever Olivia's response was got cut off by a knocking on the still open door.

"Vi?" Sebastian called, stepping into the room. "Here's your bag. Oh, hello," he said, spotting Olivia.

"Oh, Olivia, this is my brother Sebastian, Sebastian, my roommate, Olivia," Viola introduced. "Great, now that that's done, get out of here, bro. I've got to get ready for the try-outs!" she exclaimed, shooing him out.

He laughed. "Yeah, okay, good luck!"

"Thanks!"

OoooOoooOoooO

"Is that a girl?" Andrew asked, scanning the soccer team hopefuls. "What's she doing here?"

"Well, she must be trying out," Duke reasoned.

"Is that allowed?" Toby asked.

"Must be."

The try-outs were brutal and had everyone exhausted afterwards. Duke had watched the girl throughout the entire thing, and he had to say, he was impressed. She was good, and she was determined. He had no doubt about her making first string.

Sure enough, when Coach called out the names of the second string, her name wasn't called. She had made first string. Normally, the prospect of having to communicate effectively with a girl would have made him a little anxious, but this girl was a part of the team now, which meant she would be treated as such, he resolved.

'Doesn't stop you from thinking that she's hot,' a little voice inside his head taunted.

Tbc…

What do you think? And before you get on to me about making Viola make first string, let's think about all the variables. First of all, her chest is not bound during these try-outs, meaning she can probably breathe a lot better. And secondly, because she's a girl, I'm sure that she was judged slightly less harshly, even if the coach didn't realize it. Thirdly, the boys probably didn't go all out on her, they had to have subconsciously held back a bit. Seeing as how all of these have to be true to at least a very small degree, she had to have made first string! Please review!