(Author's Note: Please don't murder me for OOC-ness! I find it rather difficult to attempt to write a serious Hunny. Other than that, I don't own Ouran because if I did, Hikaru would be dating Haruhi and everyone else would be happy with their own girlfriends. Constructive criticism is highly appreciated, even in the form of a flame-ish type of review, just remember to tell me what to fix. Well... Enjoy!)
People often call Haruhi the odd one in our group of friends because she's poor. None of them bother to look beneath the surface of a painting to its depth. They just see a pretty picture and say, "Oh! How nice," with nothing more than a mere glance before continuing on their way to see the next painting, the next fragment of life that they'll miss the true beauty of with their shallow views.
I may sound like an old cynic, but it's true. If people actually bothered to take a closer look and actually see what was going on instead of assuming that their fantasies are correct, they'd know that Haruhi isn't the cupcake in the bakery filled with three tiered white cakes, it's me.
Every other club member has fallen in love with the same girl, Haruhi. All of them love her with their own styles, although most don't even realize it. While some, like Tamaki and Hikaru, make their feelings obvious to the world while completely missing the point themselves, there are others who hide it so well it's nearly impossible to tell that they can feel love at all. Takashi and Kyouya are good examples of this. Kaoru is the only one who has actually realized his feelings for her and is willing to admit it. Then, after everyone else, there's me.
I'm always off to the side just watching the story unfold, occasionally jumping in with a cute remark or two. I'm like the narrator of a play, forced to watch what's happening. The heartbreak, the sorrow, I can't stop any of it. I have to keep watching and waiting until the last page is done, the finally words read, patiently waiting and praying that it ends in with a happily ever after.
It seems impossible. There are five different people with five different personalities and styles all vying for the affections of a single girl. But, whenever she's around they smile. It's not the fake smiles they usually give to our customers, but true, genuine smiles. I smile too because if everyone keeps smiling, then there's hope. Even if only one person can have her in the end as long as she's still here, as long as everyone's together, they might keep smiling just because she's nearby.
If fairytales do come true, then maybe people won't have to look beyond the surface. Maybe the surface will reflect what's beneath. Maybe the impossible can happen and everyone can just be happy. Maybe…