Disclaimer: She's the Man characters were for entertainment purposes in this story only, and they don't belong to me in any way. I do own the storyline though. Movie titled used in this story such as: Brokeback Mountain, D.E.B.S and Transamerica were used for entertainment purposes only and I don't own them.

Paul sat on his couch as he watched a movie on his flat screen television.

The hairdresser watched as the cow boy in the movie known as Jack Twist lassoed the other cowboy Ennis del Mar, causing the latter to trip and fall.

"Where is my cowboy?" he sighed softly to himself. Before the movie reached another scene, Paul heard a knock on his door. He pressed pause on his movie to answer the door. The second he did, he was greeted by someone clinging to him tightly. Slightly shocked at first of the contact, Paul then noticed that it was only Viola Hastings. She was dressed in Sebastian's uniform but her wig was tucked messily in her bag. Before Paul even had the chance to say anything, Viola got there first.

"I don't even know what I'm doing," she started, her voice muffled slightly by his shirt, "why did I do it in the first place?" she continued sobbing slightly, Paul then felt a wet spot on his shirt where her tears should be, "Why am I still doing it?" she finished as more sobs came from her and her shoulders racked in anguish. All in all, Paul was confused, but he comforted his friend all the same by rubbing her back. He then brought her into his apartment and left her behind him to close his door. Paul began locking his door.

"I think I may have feelings for Olivia," burst Viola suddenly, making Paul stop dead his tracks and turn dramatically from the door to face the distraught girl, eyes wide in surprise. "But I'm just protecting Sebastian right?" she asked herself, unaware that her friend now gave a skeptical look her way while folding his arms. "I mean, by protecting Sebastian I'm dressing up like him, I have to 'be' like him and he 'is' in love with Olivia," she babbled, waving her arms around, "besides I still think Duke has a hot bod," Viola turned away, reassuring herself, Paul then shook his head slightly and looked at her in disbelief "the way he plays soccer..." she said trailing off.

By now, Paul was fed up with Viola's sudden emotional changes and he needed to find out what she meant in the first place before she went all over the place. He strode up to Viola and grabbed her by her shoulders, turning her to face him. She was no longer crying, but surprised to realize that Paul was still in the room with her. Suddenly Paul knew why Viola was behaving like this; the trace of alcohol was evident in her breath. Paul grimaced in dislike.

"Viola," he began, shaking her slightly to break her reverie of alcohol, "as much I'd love to hear you talk about Duke's way with soccer – I'd rather not." Viola's shoulders then slumped as she looked away, apprehensively. "Now, why don't you wait in the living room, while I go and make us a warm mug of hot chocolate." he finished beaming up at her suggestively. Without waiting for a reply, Paul turned Viola around once more and pushed her in the direction of the living room. Paul headed to the kitchen.

The hairdresser soon came back from the kitchen with two big mugs of hot chocolate and saw that Viola was seating on his couch, fidgeting with her fingers slightly.

"There you go," said Paul as he placed the mugs on the coffee table and sat next to her. "Brokeback Mountain?" asked Viola raising an eyebrow and glancing at the television screen. "Yes well, what else would you have in mind?" replied Paul giving the same expression back as he turned the television off, "D.E.B.S?"

Viola looked at her hot chocolate.

"You know you won't go anywhere by changing the subject, Vi." Said Paul as he got comfortable in his seat, Viola sighed in defeat.

"Okay," started Viola after a moment "you remember me asking Sebastian if he knew who Olivia was tutoring, right?" she asked. Paul nodded. "But he didn't know who it was, so I went to find out today," she quickly continued, "I checked the library first thing in the morning as 'Sebastian', I couldn't find Olivia but Principal Gold was there – he wasn't even that much help although he did say that she would probably be there later on." Paul resisted the temptation to roll his eyes and humorously snore at his friend's rambling around the whole point of the subject. "So I took off the disguise and waited until the end of school." She said.

Viola's demeanor slowly became grave; the effect of the alcohol wearing off.

"After the bell rung, I changed back into Sebastian and went to the library. But instead of heading through the entrance, I thought I could spy on Olivia in another way." said Viola. Paul frowned but Viola quickly explained. "I went around the library and watched on them through the window outside." Viola looked away, her expression hidden. There was a short moment of silence before Viola could continue.

"Paul, she was there with James." She stated quietly.

For a second, Paul forgot who James was but in the next second his memory came back to him, yet he couldn't see why that fact bothered Viola.

Still turning away, she then mumbled words which sounded like 'touching and groping' and Paul only wished that Viola would turn back to him. In an instant, he got his wish as Viola suddenly faced him and gripped his arm forcefully. "He was going to kiss her." She said in a tone that Paul couldn't catch and an expression he couldn't decipher. Paul then had to frown once more, "Wait, I thought he was gay." he replied warily to himself.

"That's what I thought so too." Viola instantly replied as she let go of his arm. "So I went to the library and confronted them about it. James was about to beat me up – I didn't care if he was," said Viola

"…but suddenly Olivia held up a hand to stop him." Viola's voice turned to a whisper as her gaze focused on something Paul couldn't see. "He said they were together and they have been going out." Viola's features creased into a small frown. "She didn't even say anything, to tell me if it was all a joke and that everything was alright." she said dejectedly "Instead she told James to," Viola's face then grimaced slightly, " 'continue this another time'." She quoted abhorrently.

Paul reached a consoling hand out to her and gave her a gentle squeeze. Viola let out a shaky breath as she closed her eyes.

"I don't know," she said distantly after a moment, "but suddenly seeing Olivia and him together…it just made me…" Viola trailed off unable to describe her feelings.

"Jealous?" Paul lightly suggested, earning himself a small glare from the girl.

"Shouldn't I be feeling this way because I am protecting Sebastian?" she asked trying to state the obvious; "I'm the one who is trying to protect him from a break up. I'm to one who is trying to fix this - I'm the one who is always trying to make his relationship work and I'm the one who-"

"Is in love with Olivia?" suggested Paul once more, this time serious.

"Paul," began Viola looking at him squarely in the eyes, "don't get me wrong but I only love Olivia in a way that I just don't want to see her get hurt by a jerk like James. She's been through that already, and she deserves better – and I'm sorry that I introduced you to him." Somehow, Paul didn't find her reasons convincing enough, but he wasn't going to defend his beliefs just yet. There would be a time for that later on, probably when Viola wasn't as tipsy.

Paul faked a defeated sigh, letting his friend win "Okay Viola," he said holding up his hands in the same manner. "I get it; you're just trying to protect your brother."

"Now," he started in a lighter tone, "aren't you glad that you got that off your chest?" he asked smiling. Viola then showed the first smile since she got here and she and Paul exchanged hugs. "Now drink your lukewarm chocolate." said Paul. Viola's smile was then wiped off as she quickly excused herself to the bathroom.

--She should've drunk more so at least she could've told the 'whole' truth without having me to push her in the right direction all the time-- thought Paul as he drank his own mug of chocolate. However, Paul didn't need to hear the truth from Viola, it was already obvious in her actions tonight, but he just needed her to hear herself say it.

Before long, Viola joined his side once more and this time, looking sober. "So, what do we watch?" she asked in her cheerful tone. "Well, I figured I'd give you the satisfaction of watching something more towards your taste." he answered as he inserted a new DVD into his player. The menu came on and in bold letters it said 'Transamerica' on the screen.

"Ha-ha very funny, Paul." Said Viola dryly as she drank her chocolate.

No more than 10 minutes into the movie, Sebastian's cell phone rang. Viola took it out of her pocket and saw that it was Matt, Sebastian's band mate. Viola signaled for her friend to pause the movie and she instantly depend her voice before answering the call

Paul watched as Viola gave off a perfect imitation of Sebastian, but he also saw her expression dropping the longer the call got. Finally the call ended and she hung up.

"Well?" asked Paul expectedly as her expression remained troubled.

"Sebastian's band is practicing tomorrow, and they want 'Sebastian' to be there." She replied.

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