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This is a fanfic that I collaborated on with my friend Alyssa. We're very excited to write it, so you can definitely look forward to more chapters.

This chapter takes place the day before the second episode of the anime.

Warnings: None, a few swear words but that's it.

Enjoy~

Chapter 1

Olivia gazed out the window of the limo at the huge estate in the distance. The vehicle pulled up to a wrought iron gate in front of a long road. The gate had a fancy script S in the bars. It stood for Suoh, the name of the family she would be staying with this year. The gates slowly opened after a few seconds and they drove up the long pathway leading up to the large building. As they approached, Olivia had a better view of her new place of residence. The mansion had starch white outer walls and many windows along their surface. The house was symmetrical, with two wings jutting out past the large front door. There was a marble fountain in the front yard, surrounded by the wrap-around driveway and bright green grass.

Before the limousine came to a stop, the shiny wooden doors opened and a tall handsome boy with blonde hair came sprinting out. The limo finally stopped and Olivia stepped out. She could barely even close the door before she was tackled into a bear hug. The boy wrapped his arms tightly around Olivia's neck, to the point where she was having trouble breathing.

"Arms... too tight! Can't... breathe!" Olivia struggled to say. The boy instantly released her and began to rub the back of his neck awkwardly.

"Oh, I'm sorry about that. I'm just very excited to meet you!" The boy said. He held out a hand as a more polite way of greeting her, "I'm Tamaki Suoh, your new housemate!"

Olivia took his hand and shook it warily, "I'm Olivia Fadley." She replied.

"I'll give you a tour of the house, it's easy to get lost in here," Tamaki begun to explain, "I tend to get lost sometimes myself."

The chauffeur had retrieved Olivia's bags from the trunk and began to carry it to the door.

"Oh, please, let me," Olivia said, taking her heavy luggage from the man, "You've already driven me here, I've got it." The man tipped his hat to her and got back in the car and drove off.

Tamaki took the largest suitcase and began to lead Olivia to the house. The front room was quite fancy, even for Olivia. The tall door opened to a grandiose staircase carpeted with bright red. A fancy chandelier hung from the ceiling, lighting up the whole space. A loud bark reverberated through the room, and a large yellow labrador with a red bow around its neck came barreling down the stairs. Olivia dropped her bags and greeted the dog.

"This is Antoinette, she's very friendly as you can tell." Tamaki said with a laugh. Olivia was at the dogs level and she was petting her soft, shaggy fur. She was getting coated with slobber as Antoinette gave her sloppy kisses.

"Oh, don't lick her, Antoinette, that's disgusting." Tamaki chastised. Olivia waved her hand in dismissal as she stood back up.

"That's alright; I've got a few dogs at home." She replied. Olivia picked up her bags and they walked up the stairs, Antoinette close behind. Tamaki led her down the left wing of the house and discussed the various rooms. They arrived at one of the guest rooms, the largest one, which was reserved for Olivia. They dropped off her bags and a few maids kindly said they would 'get the mistress unpacked for her.' Olivia declined, saying she would do it herself.

As they left, Tamaki turned to her and said, "You seem to resent people doing things for you."

"Yeah," she countered, "I don't want people doing things that I am more than capable of doing myself. It seems a little selfish to me." Tamaki just nodded, a little confused by the notion. He brushed it off and continued the tour.

Nearly half an hour later, the tour was finished. Olivia had seen it all; the kitchen, the various dining rooms, the entertainment room (stocked with many video games; Olivia would be spending a lot of time there), and even the pool and spa.

The doorbell abruptly rang just as the group came back to the front room.

"Oh, that's my friend, Kyoya. I invited him here to talk about our after school club." Tamaki said, excitedly going down the stairs to greet his friend.

The door opened to reveal Kyoya Ootori, Tamaki's best friend. His black hair was slightly tousled and he was wearing a slight scowl on his face.

"What was so urgent that you made me get up at eleven a.m. on a Sunday, Tamaki?" Kyoya asked, still not noticing Olivia at the top of the stairs. Olivia deduced that this boy was not a morning person, and she could understand. She wasn't one either.

"Oh, it was just a new idea for a theme for the club, I thought you'd like to hear it. Plus, you need to meet our new classmate, Olivia Fadley!" Tamaki said excitedly, waving a hand in her direction.

Kyoya's face softened as he looked at her. He smiled, "Hello, miss. It's a pleasure to meet you." he said, his tone of voice suddenly turning from angry to polite. Olivia was unsure about this boy. She came down the stairs to properly say hello.

Tamaki grinned, "You two will definitely get along!" he exclaimed. As they headed back upstairs, Olivia thought to herself, this staircase will soon be the death of me, already feeling exhausted from going up and down them three times.

"So what club are you guys a part of?" Olivia questioned. Tamaki eagerly began to explain their club.

"Well, it's a host club, my dear!" he said happily. Olivia quirked her head to the side.

"What's that?" she asked plainly.

Tamaki gasped dramatically, "How can you not know what a host club is?"

"Host clubs aren't common in America, Tamaki." Kyoya deadpanned. Tamaki put the back of his hand to his forehead wistfully. Olivia wasn't sure if he was being sarcastic or not.

"How tragic, Olivia! But I shall explain. A host club is a place where handsome boys such as Kyoya and myself entertain beautiful young ladies. The purpose of a host is to make each and every woman happy!" Tamaki explained.

"For a small fee, of course." Kyoya added with a kind smile on his face. Olivia stifled her grimace. Oh, she thought, he's one of those guys. She could've sworn his glasses glinted as he said it.

"Alright. That sounds... interesting." Olivia said. Tamaki wrapped his arm around Olivia's shoulders.

"You must attend our club someday, Olivia. We meet in Music Room three, on the top floor of the south building, the end of the north hallway. I'm sure we'll find you someone suited to your liking!" Tamaki said.

"What do you mean by 'my liking'?" Olivia asked.

"There are seven hosts in our club. Each host has his own type and all of our customers usually choose the type thats assimilated to their taste. We have the princely type, the strong silent type, the boy lolita type, the mischievous type, the natural type, and the cool type," he said, and he smiled at Olivia, "I'm sure you'll pick someone."

Olivia cracked a half smile. She thought the entire thing seemed a little objectifying, and she wasn't drawn to it too much, "I might attend just to see what it's like. It's definitely nothing like we have in America."

"Well it'll surely be an experience." Kyoya said.

"See? I told you you two would get along! Oh, Mommy, I can't wait for Haruhi to meet her! They'll be the best of friends!"

Olivia snorted and put a hand to her mouth, "Mommy?" she said skeptically.

Kyoya sighed in annoyance, "It's a long story."

Olivia stifled her laughter to ask, "And who's Haruhi?"

"Well, she-he is one of our hosts. He's a commoner, but he's at the school on a scholarship. Tamaki has taken quite the interest in him and the commoner culture since he arrived." Kyoya explained quickly, trying to cover up his mistake.

Olivia nodded, "So, I'll just leave you to your club activities and I'll go unpack." she said.

"No! Please stay, we need your help! I need to know if my idea is appealing to the ladies or not!" Tamaki pleaded. Olivia sighed lightly.

"Okay. So what's your idea?" Olivia asked.

Tamaki put his index finger and thumb under his chin, "After reading through a Bali photo book, I was inspired to make the music room an exotic rainforest! And the hosts would be tropical gods!" Tamaki explained enthusiastically. Kyoya smirked slightly to himself.

"That's a brilliant idea. I'll get right on ordering the things we'll need." Kyoya said.

"How about you, Olivia? What did you think?" Tamaki asked.

"I guess the girls would like it," Olivia said unsurely, "I'm not sure what they're into, however."

"I'm sure they will," Kyoya said. He seemed to have pulled a notebook out of nowhere and was now writing something down, a smirk tugging at his lips, "As long as we show a bit of skin, they'll be all over it."

Olivia felt her eye begin to twitch. What an asshole..., she thought to herself.

"Well, I'm not needed anymore, so I'll just go get unpacked and you can work out the details." Olivia said, turning to leave, "Call for me if you need me."

Half an hour later, Olivia had completely unpacked herself and Kyoya and Tamaki were still discussing their plan. Olivia had changed into sweatpants and a T-shirt and she had tied her long rusty auburn hair into a ponytail. She was just booting up her laptop from her position on the bed. She had contorted herself into an uncomfortably tight-looking position, her neck on the headboard and the laptop on her chest.

Tamaki and Kyoya came in after they had finished talking, and they saw Olivia on her bed. Kyoya eyed her position and cleared his throat.

"A lady shouldn't have such horrible posture." He pointed out, sarcasm lacing his words. One corner of his mouth had turned up in a half-smirk.

Olivia didn't move her glance from the glowing screen in front of her, "You're really cute, but too bad you're an asshole." She said plainly. Kyoya's smirk turned into a full blown grin as he laughed at her.

Tamaki's breath caught in his throat, "Olivia! That's rude! A lady shouldn't use words like that!"

"Eh," Olivia replied half-heartedly, and begins typing at her computer, "Whatever."

Olivia's Blog - Day 1

I've just arrived at my new home. So far I've met the boy I'm staying with, Tamaki Suoh, as well as his best friend, Kyoya Ootori. So far, I like Tamaki. He's very nice, but just a tad over-dramatic. His friend, however, is an asshole. I don't like him at all.

But they've invited me to their host club, basically an innocent version of male prostitution. It will be "quite an experience," as Four-Eyes put it.

Wish me luck.

-Olivia Fadley