Okay, welcome to my fanfic of Ouran High School Host Club! o I'm not sure if the real characters are actually in character, but I guess I did okay. Except for the Kyouya smiling part. xD He got no merits...? Ooh, can we sense something here? Well, you'll just have to wait. xD Ha. Anyway, this is dedicated to Jezzie-san. Bleh, I didn't think this was very good at first, so you'll have to tell me by reviewing. :D I absolutely adore reviews, so if you've got one to spare, please give it to me. xD Thanks, and enjoy the story!

Chapter 1: Scattered Papers and Flower Petals

Jezzie walked, no, more like she strutted through the halls of Ouran High School, a pocky stick hanging out of her mouth. It was the first day of the new semester. 'Ah...how troublesome...' Jezzie thought, sighing. Another stupid day of school...if there weren't hot boys here, she wouldn't even bother to come. Her penpal from America was going to come here on a scholarship today. Jezzie was wearing all black, some black cargo pants and a black tanktop. Like she was going to wear those stupid puffy yellow dresses! Pffft. She rounded a corner, looking down. Since she wasn't paying attention, and apparently the black-haired guy with glasses propped up on his nose wasn't paying attention either, they collided.

"Hey, watch where you're...!" said Jezzie angrily, until she looked up. They were right next to a window, and light shone behind his head so he appeared to be glowing. Jezzie jaw dropped. This guy looked really...cute. No, hot. She hurriedly picked up the papers that had scattered over the floor, and handed them to the guy. He said thanks, with a smile that made Jezzie's insides melt, and continued to walk past. "Um...wait!" she cried out, and jumped in front of him, making her dyed-red hair swish to the side.

"What's your name!" she asked him. He looked surprised for a second, but then regained his 'cool' appearance.

"Ootori Kyouya," he, or Kyouya, replied, and then asked, "Why?"

Jezzie's eyes grew wide for a moment then started scratching the back of her head nervously, smiling. "Eheheh...no reason. My name's Jezzie," she informed him. 'I think I blew it...' she thought, inwardly crying. Kyouya smiled again.

"I'm sorry, but I must go. Nice meeting you, Jezzie-san," and with that, he walked off, holding the paperwork by his side. 'Ohmygosh, that guy was totally awesome...' Jezzie thought, staring at him as he walked away. Jezzie's clothes were attracting strange looks from a lot of people nearby. They looked like girly girls. 'Heh...maybe if I put some fake vampire teeth in, they'll run away screaming...'

Midori walked along the hallway, looking up at everything in the large school in awe. She had never seen such a big place...Midori walked past a small blonde-haired child, who was munching on some cake on a small plate he was carrying. 'This is a high school!' Midori thought, watching the content little kid walk past, looking happy. 'Aw...he's so cute...maybe he's lost.' Midori tapped the kid on the shoulder.

"Hey, are you lost or something? Not to be rude," Midori said, trying to get him to talk to her. The boy turned around and smiled at her, his eyes shining.

"Nope, but thank you! Would you like some cake? It's really yummy!" he said, thrusting the plate with the half-eaten cake on it into her face. "Oh no, I'm fine. Thank you though," Midori said, smiling at him. 'Is he really telling the truth...?' "So, what's your name? I'm Haara Midori," Midori said, introducing herself.

"Oh, I'm Hunny! Nice to meet you, Mido-chan!" Hunny said, rocking back and forth on his shoes and smiling. "Well, I've got to go now! Buh-bye!" he said, then ran off, a stuffed bunny toy hanging limp in his right hand.

'Aw...he was so cute!' Midori thought, continuing to try to find Jezzie. 'No...Jezzie-san. This is Japan, remember your Japanese,' Midori corrected herself silently. She was here on a scholarship, coming to the school of her penpal, Jezzie-san. Jezzie was...well, lazy, and Midori hated missing class, not doing work, getting bad grades, and others. She couldn't see why Jezzie didn't commit herself to getting better grades in school. Suddenly, Jezzie turned a corner with a wild face and ran extremely fast towards Midori with wide eyes.

"Ohmy gosh, ohmygosh, hello!" she said, hugging her.

"Hello to you too," Midori mused, staring at her with an eyebrow arched.

"Ooh, and guess what, guess what! I just saw this uberly cute guy! He had black hair with glasses around his stunningly awesome hazel eyes that hung just perfectly on his nose, and he talked modestly but he was really awesome!" she said quickly, panting from her long run and brushing strands of hair away from her face.

"Yep, that's great Jezzie-san. Anyway, do you know where this class is?" Midori asked, showing Jezzie her schedule and pointing to one of the lines that showed her math class.

"Oh...erm...it's..." Jezzie said, turning around. "Eh...that way!" Jezzie pointed at a door all the way down the hall, pulling Midori's wrist all the way over there. They stared at the sign above the door.

"Um...Jezzie-san? I'm sorry, but this says, 'The Third Music Room,' right?" Midori said sighing. "Don't you think that would mean that it's not a Math class?" Midori added, putting extra emphasis on 'not' and 'Math.' Jezzie stared at the door for a moment. A few more seconds passed.

"...Huh? What were you saying? Ooh, ooh, let's go in!" Jezzie said, pushing the door open and grabbing Midori's wrist again, almost making her lose balance.

For Jezzie it was normal when little rose petals were flying out of nowhere and there was a strange light that only made it seem as if the group of guys in the room were the only ones there. Midori thought it was very illogical and strange.

"Irrashaimase," they all said in unison. A petal landed on Midori's nose and she sneezed. 'What the heck...?' They walked in. There seemed to be lots of girls about their age (and to both Midori's and Jezzie's annoyance, they were all wearing the poofy yellow dresses) that seemed to be gathered around each guy. Except for one tall one with dark hair, who looked like he wanted to hit you or something. Jezzie saw Kyouya from before, and her eyes grew wide and she tried to hide herself behind Midori. Not that it helped much, since Midori was kind of short. Two red-haired twins came up and welcomed them in a kind of goofy fashion, or at least it seemed to Midori. Jezzie thought they were hot. Go figure.

"Ah, the transfer student," one of the twins said, while the other added almost right after the other one had finished speaking, "...and the rebel." A very tall and thin-looking blonde guy came over, waving his arms dramatically around.

"Ah, Hikaru, Kaoru, you mustn't treat our beautiful guests such as you just did," he said, smiling in a dreamy way. Well, it was supposed to be a dreamy smile. They didn't tell him though. "My name's Suoh. Tamaki Suoh," Tamaki said, starting making dramatic motions with his arms again. Midori put her hand up to her mouth, smirking and trying not to laugh. One American-ish thought ran through her mind, 'The name's Bond. James Bond.'