Author: fraidy bat

Rating: T

Pairings: Olivia/Viola, Viola/Duke, Sebastian/Yvonne implied

Summary: 98 percent of the time still leaves two percent in which anything can happen. A sequel to He's Not You. Viola POV.

Disclaimer: I do not own anything from She's the Man. None of it belongs to me.

Notes: I'm sorry, once this particular plot bunny got hold of me, I just had to throw it in here. Enjoy:D

Epilogue

"God, this line is long," Jake grumbled to himself. The line definitely hadn't been this long last year. It was so long, he couldn't even see the kissing booth yet. It didn't matter, though. Jake didn't care if he missed every other thing at this carnival. He would wait in this line as long as it took. The only reason a self-respecting teenage boy comes to a Junior League carnival anyway is for the kissing booth. Jake had three tickets in his hand, and he was ready.

He'd waited in a long line last year (nothing like this one), and right when he was at the front of the line and this close to kissing one of the hottest girls he'd ever seen, two morons started a fight and ruined everything. This year, Jake was a year older and a year taller, and he was going to kiss a hot girl today if it killed him.

Half an hour went by, and now Jake could just see the booth. He still couldn't see the girl in it, but he was sure she would be just as amazing as the one last year. She'd have to be for the line to be this freaking long. In fact, the longer Jake waited, the more sure he was that this was the most beautiful girl who had ever lived, and kissing her would be something to brag about to his friends for the rest of their lives.

Finally, at long last, the number of people in front of him dwindled to just one. The guy was so large that Jake couldn't see anything that was happening in the booth unless he poked his head under one of the guys sweaty armpits, and Jake definitely wasn't impatient enough to do that. After the longest three minutes of his life, the big guy stepped aside to let Jake walk up to the booth.

His eyes almost bugged out of his head. There, sitting side-by-side in the booth and smiling at him was the hot blonde girl and the hot brown-haired girl from last year's carnival.

"Oh my god. Two," he breathed, his mouth falling open. He handed the painfully hot blonde girl his three tickets, and then he began to march toward glory. The moment had arrived. But just as he was starting to pucker up and lean toward the smiling blonde, the other girl put a hand out to give him a gentle shove back.

"Sorry, bud. Nobody kisses my girlfriend but me," she said, grinning.

Jake felt like his hair was on fire. "WHAT? Wh—how—but—then why the HELL did I wait in this damn line for an hour? What the—"

"But," said the blonde girl, holding up a hand to stop him from exploding. "Three tickets will get you…a minute and a half."

"Huh?" Jake said, totally confused. What the hell?

The brown-haired girl held up a stopwatch and pushed a button. Jake was about to give up and stomp off in a rage when suddenly it all became very, very clear. The hot girls leaned toward each other and began to make out in front of him. He felt rooted to the spot, and he couldn't tear his eyes away. The girls kissed for the entire minute and a half, and then the stopwatch beeped and they parted.

Jake was speechless. No wonder the line was so long. The girls smiled and waved goodbye at him, and he regained the ability to walk. Two gorgeous girls had let him watch while they made out with each other. Jake smiled to himself.

"That was totally worth it," he said out loud as he walked away from the booth. He couldn't stop smiling. "And way better than last year."

I'm going to get more tickets.

THE END

(A/N: I want to say a big thank you to everyone who has been reading these two stories all this time. I really appreciate the feedback. I really enjoyed writing these, and I hope you all enjoyed reading them.)