So after some checking, I've come to find that Kia was never given a last name (or am I mistaken?)... and actually, neither was Yvonne! Needless to say, I'm taking the liberty :D And here is the next part up! At this point it looks like there will only be two chapters left! And then I will have completed my first, relatively long, story! I'm excited.
XD
Enjoy.
At some point near the middle of the night, the pair had woken up and moved into the house, where they promptly changed, put on a movie, and fell back asleep only three minutes into it. Viola woke up slowly the next morning, giving a small sigh of contentment as she cuddled closer to a still sleeping Kia.
Thank God I don't have anywhere to be until one, she thought gleefully, hating how little she had been able to enjoy the mornings since she started pretending to be Sebastian. But today was a new day.
And she was bound and determined to spend as much of it as she could, in bed with her girlfriend. She lifted her head tiredly, looking to the TV which was quietly playing the menu page on a loop.
How irritating.
Fumbling with the remote, she managed to click the off button, bringing silence to the room. With a small huff, she let the remote fall to the floor with a loud clang.
"Vi, if you broke that one too, you're buying the next this time," Kia's voice was thick with sleep, and Viola halfheartedly shushed her, relaxing against the soft mattress. Viola spent more nights at Kia's than anywhere else, seemingly living out of the younger girl's room, sometimes.
Eventually the pair dozed off for another hour, before they slowly pulled themselves out of bed. Both brunettes were surprised to find Kia's parents in the kitchen, drinking coffee and chatting idly as if it were an every day occurrence.
"Mom, Dad. Hi."
Kia's tone was slightly surprised, but not disappointed.
"Oh hey sweetie," it was her father who answered, laying the paper down on the table. His thick framed glasses and neatly trimmed hair made him look harmless, despite the fact that he was well known as one of the most ruthless lawyers in the area. Her mother on the other hand was a real estate agent, and there were times when Kia doubted a blood relation with the woman. Blonde hair and blue eyes challenged her and her father's matching brown and brown.
Regardless of the matter, you couldn't generally argue with the state records.
"No work?"
"Honey, it's a Saturday," her mother said, as if it were a silly question. With her back to her parents, Kia rolled her eyes, making Viola grin.
Both Christensen adults were notorious workaholics, and it was still rare to see them even on the weekends, if at all.
"And good morning to you too, Viola," Julie added, almost as an afterthought, sending the other brunette a small smile. Viola returned it easily.
Despite the fact that Kia's parents were rarely around, they had always been welcoming of her and their daughters relationship.
"Good morning."
Viola was feeling upbeat this particular morning, and she turned to grab two bowls for Kia, who was searching through the different kinds of cereals.
"So what are you up for this morning? Sugary, fruity, plain?"
Viola tilted her head, before pointing to the box of Fruity Pebbles.
"Hmm, rainbow. I like," Kia approved, with a playful wink that always lifted Viola's mood, regardless the situation.
"Exactly my thoughts."
"So what are you two up to today?" Kia's father asked, seemingly interested. They really weren't bad parents, just very busy. Kia never held it against them, however.
"Relaxing for a bit. Then getting Vi ready for a lunch that her mom's making her go to," Kia said, with an exaggerated roll of her eyes. Despite their rare appearances in person, her parents were genuinely interested in keeping up with their daughter's life, which was exclusive to Viola, soccer, her other friends, and school.
Viola was nodding her head in agreement.
"I'd use the term torture, but yeah. It's happening," Viola agreed, earning a grin from each of the three Christensen's.
"And on that note, we will see you later," Kia said with a cheeky grin, as she carried her bowl of food in one hand, and gently lead Viola away by her wrist. They returned to Kia's room, where they had promptly found a soccer game on TV and turned the channel to it, eating their breakfast in between their additional commentary.
"Oh come on, you had 22 wide open!" Viola argued with the TV, when one of the green shirted players made an interception. Neither teams were ones that she usually watched, and her loyalty shifted back and forth between them.
"Yeah, but 22 wouldn't have been able to do anything with it," Kia argued, pointing out how he was loosely surrounded by players. Her girlfriend huffed none the less.
"You don't know that for sure."
Kia simply rolled her eyes with amusement. Somethings just wouldn't change.
They watched the rest of the game before returning their empty bowls to the kitchen sink. Kia's parents had already disappeared by then, but the brunette didn't think much of it, as she ushered her girlfriend to change so they could head to the Hastings' household. Viola did so with incredible reluctance, though Kia was eventually able to persuade her with some tempting promises.
A half hour later, Kia was resting on Viola's bed, as the other girl tore through her large walk-in closet.
"So I just don't know what to wear. I never really thought I'd have a choice with these things, you know?"
Rolling her eyes, Kia rose from the bed, moving to survey the options that her girlfriend had, which was, surprisingly, many. After several minutes of debating, the pair settled on a white dress. Ushering her girlfriend to the bed, Kia then picked out a pair of low, white heels, a denim jacket, and a small black purse.
"It seems kinda...simple?"
Kia raised an eyebrow at her girlfriend's twirl in the mirror.
"Well, who are you trying to dress up for?"
Viola pursed her lips slightly.
"No one. I just feel like it's more...grunge chic when I need 'I am Holier than thou' prissy-preppy."
Kia rolled her eyes, but gave a short laugh.
"Wait, are you actually thinking of something your mom would approve of? Since when have you ever cared?"
Viola paused in her self-surveillance.
"That is an excellent point you have there."
In either case, Viola conceded, it was still a nice dress, if a bit less debutante-esque.
"You know," Kia started, getting off the bed to make her way to Viola. "If you are really that conflicted, we can just get it off of you. Like...right now."
The sly grin that accompanied her suggestion was not lost on Viola, who returned it with her own rueful one.
"While I strongly agree with that idea, I unfortunately do not have much time."
Kia looked over the other girl's shoulder, to the wall clock that was behind her.
"You said you had to be there at one, right?"
Viola nodded with an added 'hmm'.
"And it takes twenty minutes to get to the country club it's at?"
Another affirmation from her girlfriend had Kia smiling.
"Well, you're late then."
Viola's eyes widened as she spun around to check the time.
"Twelve fifty-three! Shit!"
Kia's amusement only increased at her girlfriend's language - despite her general creation of mass chaos and rebellion, Viola rarely cursed.
"I can get you there in fifteen," Kia tried to appease the girl, who was nodding quickly, as she filled the small black purse with keys, and various cards that she would or would not need. Finished she turned to the empty room. Blinking she hurried after Kia, who was already at the front door.
True to her word, the pair pulled up to the country club just fifteen minutes later. With a hurried thanks, and kiss on the cheek, Viola let herself out of the car, and into the fancy entry way.
"The Junior League Luncheon is just through those doors," the clerk said, pointing to a pair of sliding doors to the left. With a quiet thanks, Viola strode over to said doors.
Time for another dramatic entrance.
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Rather shockingly, Viola maintained a decent amount of control over her table manners, enough that at least her mother would not nag at her about it later. She studied the room, her eyes falling on Olivia Lennox almost enviously.
How does she make this stuff look so easy? Viola wondered to herself.
"And why does she get the table with all the pretty ladies," the brunette added under her breath, giving her own table a once over.
Maybe if she had been on time, she wouldn't have been stuck at the elderly table. Finally, nearly an hour and a half into the lunch, she finally seized her opportunity to escape to the woman's room. Once in the small bathroom, she sunk into the brown, horribly out of date couch that was there, able to relax at last. Who knew lunch could be so tortuous? How can anyone make anything involving food be so bad?
With her eyes closed, her head had just fallen to the back of the couch when she heard the door open again. There was a giggle that Viola was able to ignore, until the person spoke.
"That bad, huh?"
With a barely audible sigh, Viola straightened up on the couch, meeting the blue eyes of Olivia.
"Much worse, actually."
The blonde grinned, making her way to the sinks.
"Come on, it's not that horrible."
Viola snorted slightly, but didn't try to rebuff her statement.
"So, how was the kissing booth for you?" Olivia asked slowly, trying to find a way to make the unexpected meeting more comfortable.
"It would have been much better if I hadn't been there at all," Viola admitted easily.
"You got kicked out, didn't you?"
Viola grinned.
"Me? No... the two neanderthals that decided to turn the kissing booth into WWF Smack-down, yes."
Olivia laughed.
"Wow, really? I didn't actually hear much of the story, just the rumors."
Viola shrugged.
"I always manage to find myself in the middle of all things bad," Viola said, already feeling better.
"Aww, that can't be true," Olivia disagreed, still amused at the brunette's over dramatized story.
"Oh, it is," Viola assured her. "This psycho stalker of mine beat up on Duke because he was the one that I was about to, albeit with incredible reluctance, kiss."
"You know Duke?" Olivia tilted her head with a curiously interested look on her face. She picked up on the casual way Viola had spoken of him, as though they had already been acquainted. Viola paused at the question, before realizing that she, as herself, had never met the Illyrian soccer player.
"Oh, uhm," her mind worked over drive. "My brother's talked all about him. They're roommates. Duke's been helping him with some stuff, he's staying kinda quiet about it all though."
Mentally giving herself a pat on the back.
"S...Sebastian's you're brother?" the blonde asked again, almost hesitantly.
"The one and only," the soccer player agreed with a nod.
"Oh, huh. Small world," Olivia added with a tone of mild interest. Of course, she had already had some inkling of the relation between Sebastian and Viola after her first date with Duke, but finding out that their theories were right was a different sort of wonder.
"Tell me about it."
That was one thing that Viola could definitely agree with the blonde on.
The door opening made both of the girls turn towards the sound. A pink clad Monique made her way out of the stall, shooting Viola a look of disgust before simply rolling her eyes at Olivia.
"Well, Viola, I knew it would just be a matter of time before you started on the girls here, but you've moved surprisingly fast, all things considered," Monique said in her naturally cruel way. Armed with the knowledge that Viola ducked out of every Junior League event that she could, which was almost all until recently, there was little room to chance a guess at the 'all things considered' Monique was implying.
"Monique," Viola's voice was coated with honey, almost overwhelmingly so, as she got up from the couch and crossed the room halfway. "Always a pleasure. Now, I know how much you love the color pink, but I really think a nice lavender would have done you more justice," Viola added as she took a step closer to the blonde, who's expression was slowly melting from scorn to something mixed between disgust and horror. "Brings out the darker, grayish-blue in your eyes. Looks hot."
"Eww. You're disgusting Hastings," the blonde snapped, brushing her off. "Truly, you should be kept in a cage or something. It's just unhealthy to pollute the rest of the world with your presence," she added scathingly, before deftly avoiding the brunette to return to the party. Viola had turned as Monique passed her, and a small smirk played on the brunette's lips, claiming a victory. She turned back to Olivia, who had watched the whole proceeding in a stunned silence.
"That girl... she's really gonna make something of her life," Viola joked easily, as she crossed her way to the sinks.
"Uh, yeah. That was..." Olivia paused as she tried to think of the words to accurately describe the short conversation she had just witnessed.
"Monique being Monique?" Viola asked lightly, smiling at the blonde, who still didn't know what to say. Olivia stayed quiet, not that Viola noticed.
"Why did you say that to her?" Olivia finally wondered, curiosity winning out. Viola leaned easily against the sink, shrugging her shoulders easily.
"If there's one thing Monique hates worse than me, it's someone so blatantly hitting on her - she thinks she's too entitled, or something. Whatever."
While it still had not answered many of her questions, Olivia nodded. It did seem to make sense after all.
"You know her well, then?"
"Yeah, her and Sebastian used to go out. She was around all the time," here Viola rolled her eyes with a fake, exaggerated look, making the blonde grin. "Which was brutal. I always asked why he dated her." The brunette scrunched her nose at remembering her brother's response. "'Because she's hot'. Seriously? Pathetic 'Bastain."
Olivia's grin widened at Viola's little dialogue with herself, also making note of Sebastian's apparent nick-name. She was just as quirky as her brother, leaving no doubt that the two did, indeed, share a blood relation. The silence that fell into the room lasted for a few minuets before Olivia shifted.
"Well, right. I better get back before they send someone to search for me."
Viola nodded easily in agreement.
"They'd probably just leave me to die if it came to that,"
The blonde laughed - apparently, instead of just similar quirks, Viola could also brighten her mood like her brother seemed so adept to do.
"If you say so."
The brunette gave her companion a little wave as she left, leaving the bathroom peaceful. Viola walked over to the couch, sinking into it once again, as she silently prayed for the afternoon to be over.
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After the hellish lunch had finished, Viola relaxed with Kia before returning to the dorms, deciding that it would be best to stay at school the night before the game. She saw Duke parking his motorcycle, and Viola hurried by, out of his view, knowing that he was planning on going to the stadium for a bit before heading back to their room. He had told her that it was his tradition, every night before a home game he would go to the field and relax there for an hour or so, trying to picture how the game would go in his head as he waited.
She had just gotten her stuff shoved into the closet when the door opened again. Viola turned, intent on greeting her roommate. What she saw instead made her freeze.
A startlingly similar face looked back at her.
"Sebastian?"
Her brother returned her stare.
"Vi?"
"What happened? I thought you were going to be back tomorrow!"
"Yeah, we got in a day early. Why are you... are those real?" he had stepped right up too her, hesitantly reaching out to touch the fake hair stuck to her face.
"Oh yeah, I'm growing sideburns now," she said pleasantly before slapping his hand away. "No. You can't be here."
"What do you mean? This is my room. Why are you dressed like me?"
Viola shifted.
"That's a long story."
"Well I'm not going anywhere. And neither are you, until I hear is."
"Okay, okay," Viola agreed, before dodging past her brother to the door. She twisted the bolt lock, knowing that Duke would not be able to get in without being admitted.
When she turned around, Sebastian was looking at her, one eyebrow raised.
"That bad, huh?"
For a brief moment, Viola had a flashback to Olivia's exact words earlier that day.
"Can you imagine how that would look if Duke walked in to find two Sebastian Hastings?"
The real Sebastian thought that over for a moment before agreeing that it would be extremely awkward, confusing, and difficult to explain.
"True. So now, can you tell me why you're dressed like... me?"
Viola heaved a sigh, before launching into the drama that her live had become these past two weeks. By the end Sebastian stared at her in a stunned silence.
"Wow."
Viola nodded.
"I know. Everything's so messed up, but tomorrow... tomorrow it all gets better. Everything can go back to normal. Please Sebastian, this game is so important to me right now. You have no idea."
The older Hastings twin nodded slowly after a second.
"Okay. So what's the plan for tomorrow?"
Viola opened her mouth before the door handle broke them out of the quiet.
"Yo, Sebastian, you in there?" Duke knocked on the door. "Come on man, let me in."
The twins looked at each other, wide eyed.
"Shit. What do we do?" he hissed, as his sister tore off the wig, sideburns, and eyebrows.
"I have normal clothes, give me a couple seconds," Viola ordered, tearing off to the closet. Sebastian nodded.
"Hey, just a minute dude," he raised his voice enough so that it would carry through the door.
"Sure man," Duke's muffled voice came back. Viola straightened the red tank top, giving the black skirt a quick adjustment before she fluffed out her hair. She put the fake hair pieces into the small gym bag she had, before making herself at home on Sebastian's bed, nodding to her brother.
"Sorry about that man," Sebastian let the bigger boy in, who promptly froze at Viola's lounging form on the bed.
"Uh...yeah. N-no problem."
"You must be Duke," Viola said, shooting her short-termed roommate a bright grin. "'Bastian's told me so much about you, I feel like I know you already."
Duke's natural clumsiness around anyone female was a Godsend to the Hastings twins, as he promptly forgot about questioning the fact of why the door had been locked if it was only the two siblings in the room.
"I just came to pick him up, actually. Our mother wants us home for some," Viola rolled her eyes playfully. "Family thing. You know how it is," she said, before realizing that the blonde had absolutely no way of relating to someone he thought was just his roommate's sister.
"Er, yeah...sure."
Viola promptly shoved the gym bag at Sebastian, who narrowed his eyes at his sister before turning to his roommate.
"Yeah, so I'll see you tomorrow then."
"Don't forget, coach want's us in the locker room for nine."
Sebastian immediately nodded in agreement, now that he knew everything.
"Come on 'Bastian, don't want to keep mom waiting. You know how she is," Viola pulled him from the room. The door shut behind the twins and Viola sighed, leaning against it.
"This is so messed up," she muttered, while Sebastian nodded his agreement. Viola headed down the hall, flipping open her phone as she did.
"Paul? Slight emergency. Can you pick me up from Illyria? I'll be down by the stadium."
The chat lasted for all of two minutes before she hung up, and walked faster.
"Vi, where are we going?"
"I am getting my uniform and soccer stuff from the locker room," she informed her brother. "And then we are going somewhere other than here, to settle our plans for tomorrow."
"Wait, our plans?"
"Yeah. Our plans. Because after tomorrow, I go back to the new and improved Cornwall Girl's Soccer team, and you'll be stuck explaining to everyone in Illyria exactly why their star striker just up and quit the sport. We need to tell everyone something, but we need to figure out exactly what that something is first."
Slowly the older twin nodded, a feeling of dread settled into his stomach.
"It's gonna be a long night, isn't it?"