Life Afterwards Chapter 33: Lover Boy Duke, a she's the man fanfic

Disclaimer: I do not own She's the Man. And the Abigail/Duke bit is the idea of GilbertDrone328, I've just adapted to it...

Well, I back and I PROMISE not to have any form of caffine or sugar. I had a healthy meal before this and so I should have some good, real energy for a few hours... Well, I read a few of the first reviews and you guys were okay with the idea as long as it didn't hurt Viola and Duke's relationship... don't worry it won't... so I think I'm going with it. I DO NOT OWN THE IDEA! It's from GilbertDrone328...

Well I'm doing the shoutouts at the end, lots of long reviews that I got! I was sooooo happy! I think I'm at 191 reviews as I write this. It would be great if I could get 9 or more reviews! That means I would reach the 200 mark! And way quicker than the 100 mark! WOW! I owe it all to you!

Well, I got that most were fine with the Duke/Abigail as long as it didn't affect Duke/Viola's relationship. The answer is no! It won't hurt them... well maybe Duke but it'll all be solved. And I got that most were fine with the Vegas as long as it didn't hurt their relationship... to tell you... it's going to BOOST their relationship. LOL

I AM NOT GOING TO USE CAFFINE. I AM NOT GOING TO USE SUGAR.

Viola and Duke tried hard to try to plan the weddings and not try to plan them. They didn't wan't all the trouble but then they didn't want to leave it all up to Olivia and the mothers. They were given the list of people their parents wanted to invite. Therew were two seperate lists. One list for the Hastings and another for the Orsino's. Both families being in the Junior League and being very social, had many people on their list. Viola and Duke were able to cross off half the people on both lists.

"MOM! I will not invite those people I crossed off! Duke and I had a reason not to invited them! WE DON'T KNOW HALF THE PEOPLE YOU PUT ON THE LISTS!"

"Viola, be reasonable," Daphne coaxed.

"No. I have no idea who the Patersons are. I've never heard of someone by the name of Yolanda Schmigglemeyer. I've never heard of the name Schmigglemeyer."

"Their friends."

"Mine or yours?"

"Mine... and they could easily be yours."

"Being friends with people who are old enough to be my parents doesn't appeal to me. Why do they have to come to my wedding? It's MY wedding. MY friends and stuff. Not YOUR friends. Know I need to go. It's final. The people Duke and I have taken off the list are not coming," Viola's voice was firm. She hung up and looked up at Duke. Duke had just finished telling his mom the same thing. Duke's mom didn't take it as well.

"It's a shame. Now we have to like re-write the whole guest list. We have our family and now we need to write up all our friends because the previous list consisted of only their friends and none of ours." Duke stated.

"Yep. I mean, why pay for like people who we don't even know?"

"Good point. I mean, I'm fine with like close friends and family. I hate big weddings."

"Me too. I mean, wouldn't you rather have it with close friends, people that will make the day different rather than masses of people."

"I know! And with my mom, it's like she wants to plan a wedding for the queen or something!"

"I bet you're just mommy's little prince. Prince Dukie needs all the attention he can get."

"Really? And that's why they've abadoned me since high school."

"They didn't completely abandon you..." Viola saw the look on Duke's face.

"Vi, my parents became too high up in their social lives to care for a son. My mom finds out I'm getting married and all of a sudden, I'm the most important thing in the world. She comes waltzing in as if I expected her to."

"I'm sure you were always the most important thing in the world. It was just hard to see."

"Yeah, right. And that's why they've forgetten my birthday how many times?" Duke thought for a moment. "Four times. Four years where it was like I never was born."

"Duke be reasonable."

"I am being reasonable!" Viola laughed. She leaned up and gave him a small peck on the lips.

"Now, be nice. If it weren't for them, you wouldn't be here."

"Well, I guess that's better than nothing."

"You bet."

The next few months were a bit crazy. FIFA World Cup was coming up and the invitations had gone out at the beginning of June. Half-way through June and the guys were training like mad. Viola was training and winning lots of games. She said she was going to FIFA World Cup during July and the team was disappointed she was going to go. They said they were going to miss her awesome playing but they were actually jealous that she was going to in London with the hot US Soccer Team and Duke Orsino, the extremely hot but sadly taken captain. Yep Viola seemed to be living in the fast lane.

Viola's dress fittings were going well and they had made the perfect dress for her. Now it had to be made. She was looking foward to going to London to watch Duke play soccer. Any soccer excited her. Viola, Duke and everybody else was ready to soon head off. To Sebastian, London brought back great memories. Memories of skipping school. Most of Sebastian's high school memories were of skipping school... and assured Viola London was great fun.

A week before leaving for London with his team, he got a call. From Abigail.

"Hello?" Abigail wasn't exactly the person he wanted to hear from.

"Hey Duke," a voice rang across.

"Do you need something? I'm kinda busy?"

"With what? With Viola?"

"No. I'm busy with soccer, what do you want?"

"We need to talk."

"About what?"

"I can't say over the phone."

"Why not?" Duke demanded.

"It's private."

Duke rolled his eyes. "This better be worth it."

Abigail was now expecting Duke. Her plan was working now... all she needed to do was go a bit further. Someone knocked rapidly on the door and Abigail answered it to find it was Duke. No surprise there.

"Duke! What a surprise!"

"You're the one that wanted to meet. Now spill."

"Well, you should come in." Abigail stuck out her hand for Duke to take it. He didn't. Abigail put it down, her smile fading and took him into her living room. "Take a seat," Abigail said, well more demanded.

Duke took a seat and leaned back into it. "Well, what do you want."

"D'ya want a drink?"

Duke raised an eyebrow. Something was up. "Sure?" Duke asked, puzzled. He didn't know what she was up to. Abigail went to the fridge and tossed him a bottle of beer which he caught. He drank it, feeling Abigail watch him. Duke wasn't really thirsty and only took that long of a drink to keep Abigail from talking. He put the bottle down on the table where it was already three quarters empty. Duke's head felt a bit odd and he shook it off. It must've been from taking such a long drink. And it seemed from there that everything that happened afterwards, was a blur.

(A/N: Perfect cliffhanger, but the chapter's too short. WAY to short. Still haven't had any sugar or caffine. It's killing me.)

Duke woke up the next morning with the worst headache. He had only felt like it once ever before. Back in high school on his 21st. His so called friends went out to a liquor store and they bought as much alcohol as possible. Duke and his friends celebrated with excessive drinking, a sign of what the future might hold as now that he was 21, there were so many more possibilities. The next morning, Duke was dehydrated and had the worst headache. It was a hangover. Duke hated the feeling and realized the previous night, he and his friends must've gotten pretty drunk. Duke regretted every bit of more alcohol he consumed that he shouldn't have. Duke didn't ever want to feel that bad again and didn't drink until he was drunk. Duke was 'conscious' of the consequences.

Now Duke was feeling the same way he did years ago and he knew he had a hangover. It wasn't a nice one either. Are any hangovers good? But then after realizing he had a hangover, he realized he wasn't in his room. In fact he wasn't in his bed and the person next to him was definetly not one he was used to waking up next to. Then it hit him. He and Abigail had a drunken one night stand.

It took Duke a while to actually understand that he and Abigail's 'encounter' was real. He knew he was dreaming. He knew it wasn't actually happening. But it was. Duke was shocked. He should've known something like this was coming. He felt so stupid. So upset with himself. Duke didn't even bear to think about what Viola would do when she found out. He quickly grabbed his t-shirt from the floor which was scattered with empty bottles of wine, champagne and beer. Duke looked at them in disgust. Abigail was awake now. She sat up and rubbed her eyes. They snapped open when she hear the angry voice of Duke.

"What the hell did you think you could do?" Duke asked.

"I thought correctly, because I did pull it off."

Duke was glaring at her in a way that scared Abigail. "You thought what? You would make me drunk, make me screw you and then me decide to break up with Viola and fall head over heels for you?"

"Yes," Abigail said slowly. "Most of my plan worked, right? And even more of it will go by plan once she finds out."

"Abigail, get it into your head that I will never be with you."

"I will not! Because it is so obvious we are like meant to be!"

"Right. That's why I'm getting married to Viola who is... NOT YOU!" Duke got up and grabbed his phone. He pulled up his jeans and did them up. He was about to leave when Abigail called out.

"What if I'm pregnant!"

Duke turned around slowly. "Let me tell you. I don't give a shit whether you're pregnant because I am not going to be part of you or the baby's life! I NEVER WILL! And you should think about who's life you will be messing up. Mine or your's?" Duke stormed off, slamming the door behind him.

Duke felt well enough to drive, but his temper was going crazy. He felt as if the next red light he came across and forced him to stop, would get the crap beaten out of itself. Duke didn't know what to do. He couldn't bring himself to tell Viola. During the next week, before they were off to London, Duke was extra nice. Extra, extra nice.

Abigail was busy with other things. She bought heaps of pregnancy tests and each one meant the same thing. She was not pregnant. If she was, she could've kept the baby. She would've shown it to the world, it's alikeness to Duke. She would ruin Viola's life and make Duke come crawling to her. But she wasn't pregnant. Abigail cursed at this and threw her 47 negative tests out. She was fuming at the airport. The team, coach and Viola were not their happiest when they saw her. They wondered what had been taking so long. It was her bags. She had a handbag, carry-on and three massive suitcases. It was all matching.

"How much clothes do you need?" Viola asked.

"Unlike some, I have a sense and taste in fashion."

Viola wasn't shocked to hear something like that from her now. "I'd rather deserve a place on this earth than have a sense and taste in fashion."

Abigail threw her a dirty look. "Ms Ramsey, if you've finished throwing your hissy-fit, shall we proceed? We're late already because of you." Abigail was screaming inside. Why didn't the coach tell Viola off? It pissed her off. Abigail had trouble keeping her temper in control and so did coach. He had no idea why he agreed to let Abigail come along. Viola was sweet and nice and a wicked soccer player, she understood the game and was obviously important to Duke. It didn't mind Coach that Viola was coming, Abigail who was mean, cruel, nasty, stuck-up, selfish, cared about soccer just as much as she liked Viola and knew nothing about the game. She only had one desire. Duke.

They boarded the plane. The whole team and everybody took up nearly the whole of first class. There was only one other business man and lady. It was only 10 and a half hours, but Abigail knew it was going to be a long, long flight. The seat were set up in rows of six, two on one side, two in the middle and two on the other side.

Duke and Viola were on one side, Abigail and Justin (he was nominated by Toby and Andrew to sit next to the ice queen) and Toby and Andrew behind them. Abigail was talking and talking to Duke and Viola, more Duke. Abigail could tell Viola didn't know, Duke was looking all tense.

"Well, there is this great hair place in London. She does the best job!" Abigail gushed.

"I thought you went to Paul," Duke said. Paul Antonio was so well known now. Big name.

"She stopped after he told her she needed to do something about her split ends." Justin grinned.

"ANYWAYS!" Abigail cut in. "I was thinking of dying my hair. A lighter blonde. This strawberry-blond is looking blech now."

"Did I hear someone's going bimbo?" Toby popped up.

"Toby, she doesn't need blonder hair to be bimbo," Andrew told him. Abigail was fiery but Andrew and Toby were having fun with it.

Most of the plane was quiet when Viola asked an attendant, "Sorry, I have this bottomless pit of a stomach but do you have anything I could? Preferably sweet."

"We have ice-cream," she suggested with her heavy British accent.

"That'd be great." When Viola got her ice cream she thanked the attendant. Duke smiled. He was resting his head half one her shoulder. Duke looked up at her just when she was about to take a bite.

"What?"

"How can you be hungry?"

"I have a bottomless pit of a stomach."

"Oh, so that's why whenever we make out, I touch your liver and not the bottom of your stomach."

Viola whacked him. "Way to be gross!" Duke laughed.

"Eh. How do you eat ice cream? It's filled with so much sugar!" Abigail said with disgust. "Keep that up and become big and fat."

"Well, Viola's job doesn't allow her to get out of shape. Her job is all about sport. Running and ball skills. Unlike your job where all you need to do is walk down a cat walk a few times. You're just jealous she can eat a bowl of ice cream and you or none of your little model friends can without having to purge afterwards." Duke spoke up, annoyed with Abigail. He was still angry about the other night but it was good that she wasn't pregnant. Duke knew that if she was, she'd be bragging about it by now.

Abigail sat back in her chair, sulking with Justin next to her who was 'napping' smiling like made. They arrived and Viola was feeling groggy. She hated flying, especially long hours. She was never good at it. At the baggage claim, Duke smiled before going, "When you said you were bad at flying, I didn't believe you. But now I do." They all had their bags except for Abigail who was still waiting on one. Duke looked down at Viola who wasn't looking her best. But when she looked all tired and messy, she looked cute.

Viola who was wearing sweatpants and a loose t-shirt had her messy hair tamed somewhat by a cap and she looked tired with bags under her eyes and was constantly yawning, making her eyes watery. "You are so lucky you are cute," Viola said tiredly.

"Or what?" Duke teased.

"You would be at your funeral by now." Duke laughed. Viola didn't; she was too tired. Viola leaned against Duke and closed her eyes for a moment, resting. Duke felt her arms wrap around his waist and he lifted them, allowing her. He then placed his arms around her and Viola yawned some more. Soon, they were headed off to the hotel. Duke and Viola sat in the front and as soon as Viola sat down, she was asleep. Duke sat next to her, being like her pillow. Viola was angled towards him and was resting her head on his chest and heard the steady thump of his heart. Viola wrapped her arms around tighter and could feel his heart skip a beat. Viola smiled at this.

"OKAY MEN!" Coach barked. "We've come far for this and we're not done yet!"

Justin leaned against the seat in front of him. "Sorry to interupt, but our captain isn't being such a good role model here," Justin nodded towards Duke. His head was leaning on top of Viola's which was leaning on him. He wasn't sleeping, just in a daze.

"MR ORSINO!" Duke jerked away from his daze. "Thanks for granting us with your presence."

Coach didn't snap Duke out of his daze. He also woke up Viola. Viola lifter her head up, her eyes half closed. "We here?" She asked sleepily.

"No, Ms Hastings. Carry on with your little rest." Coach said nicely. He then turned to his team. "AS I WAS SAYING..."

They arrived at the hotel, jumpy and excited. Viola however was still feeling all groggy. They were in the lobby and Coach was handing out room keys and naming roomies.

"Justin! Duke!" Coach handed them two room keys. "Toby and Andrew!" Coach continued until everyone had a room. Finally he handed Viola and Abigail a key each. "You'll be sharing a room. I hope don't mind."

"No! It's fine!"

"Me and Abigail will be just fine together!"

"Now the same ground rules apply as always. You all have a strict 10:30 curfew." Coach continued on and on. "And lastly, no girls in the rooms after 9!" He turned to Viola. "That means you Ms Hastings." Viola turned red. Coach smiled at this before turning back to his team. "Understood? GOOD! I expect you in an hour for training! MOVE I!"

They all headed up and Andrew grumbled, "It sure must be nice to have Coach like you."

"Aww. I can just tell some people on this team aren't on the right side."

The girls headed towards their room and the guys headed towards their room. Justin dumped his stuff and went to go find the ice machine and Toby and Andrew were knocking on their door in two minutes.

"Yo! Hear you're sharing a room with Drayton. He sure has changed, hasn't he?" Toby mentioned.

"Yeah," Andrew agreed. They took the couch while Duke lay on his bed, staring up at the ceiling. It was a nice room with a good amount of room.

"So," Andrew continued. "You bringing Viola back here?"

"Yeah. At you know night," Toby coughed the night.

Duke looked at them. "Sick and wrong guys, sick and wrong. Besides, you heard what Coach said. He's uptight with that."

"C'mon. I'm sure Coach won't mind. If he's worried one of us'll come to practice all mushy or loopy becaused of some chick, he'll have to get used to it seeing after December you'll be going to practice a lot with the same lovey dove, gooey, sickening face." The national team's coach was also the coach for Duke and the guys.

"Besides, I have a room mate. I'm sure he won't notice a thing."

"I'm sure Justin will be fine-" Just then Justin walked in.

"What will I be fine with?"

Toby came across it casually. "Oh you know. Andrew was going to say you'll be fine with crashing with us for a night or two or maybe all of them so lover-boy Duke here can make sweet love to his girlfriend." Andrew sighed.

Justin looked at Andrew and Toby to Duke. All he could do was throw ice cubes at Andrew and Toby.

Back in Abigail and Viola's room, the topic was similar. "Don't think that just because Duke isn't allowed to have girls in the room, you can bring him hear so you can shag him or do whatever," Abigail said, opening a giant suitcase. Viola came out of the bathroom. She dried her hands on her pants.

"Don't worry. I mean, it's not like Duke and I have slept together yet..." Viola sat cross-legged on her bed.

"You haven't slept with Duke yet?" Abigail asked curiously.

"No. I haven't exactly slept with anyone yet."

"You're a virgin?"

"Well yeah. I respect my body and it beats being some slut who sleeps with every man they can get their hands on."

"Are you saying I'm a slut?"

"No. I'm just saying there are people out there who give it all in. I'm not like that. I respect my body."

"And Duke doesn't mind?"

"No. Duke doesn't mind. He respects me and my body as well and he believes a relationship shouldn't always be about the physical stuff."

Abigail thought for a moment. If Viola was still a virgin and hadn't slept with Duke yet, it meant Abigail had slept with him before Viola. She made a mental note of that in her head. One point for Abigail. Go Ice Queen.

YAY! NO CAFFINE OR SUGAR! I'm making progress. Sorry, no shoutouts today, but thank you all! I'm really low on energy so no shoutouts. THAT IS WHAT NO CAFFINE AND SUGAR IS DOING TO ME! LACK OF ENERGY!! AH! Well, the next two or so chapters is on London. Then Las Vegas! YEAH BABY! In Vegas, Viola finds out Duke and Abigail's deadly secret... how will she react... DUN DUN DUN..

(i'll give you a hint: they don't break up... but will there be a fight?? OOHHH)