Disclaimer: I do not own She's the Man

Well this chapter is going to be super, super short. It's my second update today, that's why. WELL! This one is going to be about Duke's mom and Viola's mom meeting. Next year is going to be the FIFA World Cup again, did anyone notice? Remember we changed the host country? London, now, NOT Brazil. Sorry for the confusion it might cause. ANYWAYS! Duke is going to ask Viola to go with him... YAY! And I've decided Abigail is going to tag along... just to be annoying and try to prevent the wedding. AS IF!

Viola told Paul, Kia and Yvonne one day. Paul said he dibs doing Viola's hair and make up. Viola laughed at this. Shortly after telling them, Viola got a message from her mom

"Hey Sweetie! All perked up for the wedding? Well, I've been doing some thinking and I will not let it happen without at least 6months prep. And I expect to be able to plan the wedding, of course! I've been thinking about the guest list. Do you want to invited the Curders? I think they didn't move to Alabama, I'm not sure... Well, talk to you later!"

Viola groaned at this. The last thing she needed was her mother to come in and rule everything. Duke was feeling the same. His mother expected to be able to do everything as well.

"Hello my Duke!" She said very cheerfully. She had been waiting for the moment for her son to say he was going to get married so she could go and plan his wedding. "I was thinking and I thought it would be best if I planned the wedding, don't you think?"

Duke and Viola met up to discuss the matter of their crazy mothers trying to plan everything. They won't expect the other to help, but they would have to work together, no matter how hard it was. So Duke and Viola set up a day where the two mothers could get together and jabber and talk.

"Daphne Hastings." Daphne gritted through her teeth, with a fake smile plastered onto her face.

"Elizabeth Orsino," Elizabeth said in the same way. They shook hands and sat down. They were in a coffee shop and they both brought brand new notebooks and a pen, to plan everything. They sure did have a lot to accomplish.

"You do Junior League, Viola tells me," Elizabeth said, showing off her charming smile.

"Yes. Do you?"

"For quite some time now. But Daphne, don't you think it's time we focus on the wedding here?"

"That would be easier if you didn't ask me if I was in the Junior League."

Elizabeth glared at her before opening her notebook. "Well, we certainly need to get a lot done."

"Yes. Yes."

Elizabeth read from a pre-printed list which she made the night before and stuck in the notebook. "We need to get a date, venue, guest list, caterers, florist, bridal shop, wedding registry, the list goes on!"

"Don't worry. I can handle it all, if that's what you mean."

"What do you mean by that?"

"What I mean is, don't worry. If the wedding is planned by me, everything will run smoothly." Daphne took a sip of her coffee.

"What do you mean if it's planned by you? I was expecting to plan this wedding!"

"You plan my daughter's wedding? Who would have thought of such a thing."

"If it weren't for my son, your daughter wouldn't even be having a wedding."

Daphne would've returned the comment with an icy comeback if Duke and Viola didn't interupt them. "MOM!" They both said loudly.

"Well it is their wedding," Elizabeth said, glancing at Duke and Viola who were looking nervous. "We should let them choose."

"Mom, we're not going to choose which one of you is going to plan the wedding. Work TOGETHER!" Duke said.

Daphne looked at Duke. "He's right. There will be certain things I will need to do. Things that would be awkward if you did."

"Like what?" Elizabeth demanded, looking fiery in the eyes.

"Like going to the bridal shops and florist, of course," Daphne said it as if it was the most obvious thing in the world. "I mean wouldn't it be odd if you were there, picking out a dress instead of me?"

"I don't know what you mean by that. I'm not going to have my future daughter-in-law attend the wedding in something her vulgar mother has chosen."

"Uh, Elizabeth, you won't need to worry about that. There is no way my mom is picking out the dress." Viola remembered all the moments back in high school her mother tried to get her to wear a dress.

"Well, we can both go to the bridal shop. And since when does the mother of the bride have to go to the florist? Why can't I?" Her voice got higher and higher.

"So the flowers match the dress of course!"

"Well I'm sorry. But then there are things that the mother of the groom have to do!"

"Like what?"

"The guest list, caterers, venues, date."

"I think I would need a say in the guest list! And we need to find a date suitable for the both of us!"

"Yes, I would imagine so. But if you're so busy with all that, who will take care of those other things?"

"I can manage, thank you very much!"

"Oh can you now!"

"I am going to plan my daughter's wedding, alone!"

"Not unless I plan my son's wedding, without the help of you!" In the process of all their flying hands, one knocked over a cup of coffee onto Viola's lap. There was a napkin there, but it would've burned. Viola gave out a small cry. She stared at the two of them. They were acting like kids! She shot them both another dirty look before storming out.

"Look what you've done, now!" Daphne screeched.

"ME?"

"Yes! You knocked over the cup!"

"We wouldn't have been arguing if you just let me plan the wedding!"

"OVER MY DEAD BODY!"

"MOM! MRS HASTINGS! Just settle. Divide the things equally. Share each responsibility. You both can go to the florist. You both can go get a dress. You can do everything together! But please, just don't ruin what's supposed to be the best moment of our lives so you can get a little fun out of planning the 'perfect' wedding." Duke got up and left to see if Viola was okay.

He found Viola sitting on a bench outside the coffee shop. "You okay?"

Viola shook her head. "They're going to ruin it all. Everything."

"C'mon Vi. I know they're acting like babies, but they just want to make it perfect for us."

"That or beat each other out in who can plan the best wedding?"

"I think a bit of both." Viola laughed a bit. "This place blows," Duke finally said after a while. "Wanna bail?" Viola nodded and she grabbed Duke's hand as they quickly walked off, leaving the mothers inside.

The mothers soon realized the two were not coming back.

"Nice going."

"Oh Daphne, don't blame it all on me!"

"Oh but I will!"

"It was your fault as well!"

"Well then, I guess I'll just go then."

"You do that! But that doesn't mean I'll give in and let you plan it all!"

"I'm still planning it!"

"And so am I!"

That was a nice short chapter. Well. Enjoy. This is my second chapter today. YEAH