Well as you may know if you read any of my other stories, I'm the crappiest writer ever : Personally I like writing from a females POV more than a males so writing from Kyon's point of view was a little hard. I don't think I got their personalities down, but I did use some dialogue Haurhi actually said in the episodes to have her say something back. Kyon doesn't speak much, but it's his POV, so does he really have to? Anyway I hope you enjoy eben though I'm a sucky writer :

Do You Like Me?

There she was. Miss Haruhi Sauzmiya, eccentric of eccentrics, sitting at the computer in the S.O.S Brigade clubroom pretending to do something important for our club when in reality she was playing some sort of game.

Miss Asahina couldn't come in today for classified reasons— no surprise there. What was strange was that Nagato— one of the more straight forward 'members' who gave me all of the answers most of the time and left nothing classified— also couldn't come in due to classified reasons. And Koizumi was helping other espers since as of late many closed spaces had been appearing.

And that left me with Haruhi; the slave-driving brigade chief.

It's honestly amazing how someone as attractive as Haruhi could be such a psycho and could kiss her own ass so much.

What is Haruhi exactly though? A god? A distortion in space time? A potential for evolution?

No.

Haruhi is Haruhi; nothing more, nothing less. No strings attached.

I looked over at her with her usual pout on her face as a vigorously typed away; hair was high in a ponytail. Did she remember the dream?

"Hey Haruhi?"

"What is it now?"

I don't know what came over me, but I asked the one question plaguing my mind ever since that dream I know we both had.

"Do you like me?"

I don't know if I love Haruhi so I won't go as far as to say I don't. Haruhi was one train wreck just waiting to happen and I was on that train. Since I'm apart of this and already don't understand enough about what's been going on lately, don't I at least deserve to know what this god, distortion, or potential for evolution thinks of me?

She slammed her fists on the desk and screamed, "Are you stupid?"

"It was only a question."

"Hmph," Haruhi stood and was in my face moments later snarling. If looks could kill, I'd have died one hundred times already. "And what gives you the right to ask me that?"

I would have answered with something sarcastic … that is, if I had anything sarcastic or even anything at all to say. Honestly, I didn't even know why I asked.

She turned her back to me and crossed her arms. "Not that it's any of your business," she began", but maybe I do!"

With that said, she stomped back to the computer to continue whatever she had been doing.

I don't exactly know what Haruhi is.

She's not a distortion in time.

She can't be a potential for evolution.

And she is certainly no god.

Haruhi is Haruhi. No strings attached.

And thanks to Haruhi Suzumiya, eccentric among eccentrics and my -new- potential love interest, my journey through a never-ending Hell had only just begun.