Author's note: I had this posted before, but I decided to do some revisions to it. It's still pretty much the same and nowhere near my best write, but I'm just making corrections and trying not to change too much of the wording. When I'd originally written this, I did not enjoy writing from a male's point of view. I still don't, but maybe it will sound a bit better. Maybe?

January 4th: I corrected spelling errors and fixed the spelling on "Koizume" to how it's supposed to be (Koizumi). Thank you anonymous jane for pointing out the misspelling on his name. And thanks to the rest of my reviewers. Please inform me if you see any spelling, grammar, or other errors. Any suggestions for future Haruhi fan fictions or suggestions on how to better this fic would be greatly appreciated.

Enjoy :D

Do You Like Me?

There she was: Miss Haruhi Suzumiya, eccentric of eccentrics. She typed away at the computer pretending to do something important for the club she'd created and made herself chief of. In reality, she was playing some sort of game.

And I was left alone with her.

Koizumi was helping his fellow espers since, as of late, many closed spaces had begun to appear. Miss Asahina couldn't come in for classified reasons, though I'm not surprised on her reasoning. What shocked me, however, was that Nagato, one of the more straight forward members of the S.O.S. Brigade, also couldn't come in due to classified reasons. Of course, I had no excuse not to be there and hanging around with Haruhi wasn't the worst thing, even if she was a domineering slave-driver who kissed her own ass.

It's honestly amazing how someone as attractive as Huruhi could be such a psycho.

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

Of course not.

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

My pencil stilled. My hand stopped moving. I looked over at her with her usual pout on her face as she vigorously typed away. Her hair was in a high ponytail and I recalled the strange dream. Did she remember it?

"Hey Haruhi?" I called to her.

She didn't bother to look up at me. Her voice was full of aggravation as she asked: "What is it now?"

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

"Do you like me?"

I don't know if I love Haruhi, I don't even know if I like her. I wont go as far as to I don't though. Haruhi is one train wreck waiting to happen and I was on that train. So were Koizumi and Miss Asahina and Nagato, and everyone else in the world if Haruhi was really that powerful. Since I'm apart of … whatever is going on with her, don't I deserve to know what this god— distortion in time— potential for evolution thinks of me?

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

"It was only a question."

"Hmph." Haruhi stood and pulled on the collar of my shirt, snarling. If looks could kill, I'd be dead by now. "And what," she began, "gives you the right to ask me that?"

I normally would have answered with something sarcastic, but I had nothing sarcastic to say. I had nothing to say at all actually. I don't even know why I asked. So I stared.

Her brow twitched and she growled, "Well?"

I shrugged in reply.

Haruhi angrily stomped her foot, spun on her heel and crossed her arms over her chest. Snort. "Not that it's any of your business, but what if I do?"

I don't know exactly 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.

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