Hey, NumberSixteen Here! This is my first MORE THAN 2 CHAPTER STORY. :) It'll be kind of a slow process at times, and you'll just have to bear with me as i try to write and update as soon as possible. I have a funny way of writing. I will tend to hand write it first THEN type it, THEN publish it. So sometimes, when i've got writer's-block you'll have to wait for on-coming chapters for longer than normal. And i'm saying Sorry beforehand.

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~NumberSixteen


Haruhi ran down the hallway to school, awkwardly dodging other students.

"I'm so late..." She thought to herself.

BONG! The bell tower rang once. If she didn't make it by the eighth bell she was going to be in some SERIOUS trouble with the host club.

Not that she wasn't cutting it really close as it was.

BONG! She soared up the carpeted staircase.

BONG! She rounded a corner, nearly knocking a girl directly off her feet.

"Sorry," Haruhi muttered, barely autible.

"Oh! Hello Haruhi! I was just on my way to the host club myself! want to join-" But she was cut off as Haruhi continued to dash down the hallway.

BONG!BONG!BONG!

Just around the corner on the right, she could make it!

BONG! Went the seventh bell as her exausted body struggled to push the oversized door of Music Room 3 open.

"Hey, Let me help you with that." A familiar voice startled Haruhi.

Hikaru leaned forward and shoved the door open just as the eight bell rang. BONG!

Haruhi stumbled inside. She collapsed on the floor onto her knees. Her heart was racing faster than her thoughts. She grasped the collar of her male uniform, trying to lure some air into her pained lungs.

"Haruhi?" Hikaru crouched down to her level, "Are you okay?"

Too tired to speak, all she could do to say she was fine was to nod her head at him.


I felt my cheeks burn red. I averted my gaze to the wall.

Why did Haruhi have to look so CUTE all the time? It was so UNFAIR! Her big brown eyes drew me in the most. They screamed of innocence and of purity. They seemed to haunt me wherever I go because they are all the weigh on my mind.

I find myself blushing about every time I look at her. I want her. We all do. Who wouldn't? She's so perfect. So beautiful. So pure. So out of my league.

The only other person in on my secret crush was obviously my partner in crime. My twin brother, Kaoru. He holds this whole 'I love Haruhi' thing over my head like I'm a mouse or something and he's the the cat playing with me. He loves me so much, but he can't help himself.

The heat in my cheeks passed and I stood up. I offered Haruhi my hand.

"Come on, Haruhi. Let's get you some water."

I tried to avoid her face, red with exaspiration, Only ADDING to the cuteness. I swallowed the lump in my throat after she took my hand gratefully.

I guided her across the room to a small table. I poured her some ice water in a crystal glass ande handed it to her. She took it into both hands and delicately sipped from it.

It was so cute and innocent-looking that i found myself blushing again and i turned back to the wall.

"Haru! Are you okay! You looked like you were DYING!" Hunny's voice was immistakable.

Haruhi had set down the glass and Hunny had gripped both of her hands. He looked up at her tentively.

"Yes Hunny! I'm fine!" Haruhi smiled and reached up to ruffle Hunny's hair. "What cakes did you bring today?"

"Ooo! A LOT of chocolate cakes! And an ice cream cake! And a Vanilla cake! And a strawberry cake just for you, Haruhi!" Hunny jumped up and down excitedly.

"Oh yum!" Haruhi clapped her hands together, "We should share it after lunch!"

Hunny's face lit up like a Christmas Tree, "Yeah! That will be so fun! And then we can have a tea party with BunBun and Takashi!"

Haruhi just stood there nodding and smiling like an idiot as Hunny went on and on about all of the things they could do together."

Why couldn't I be that open with Haruhi? I used to be... But all that changed after that silly date that Kaoru set up. Like it wasn't awkward enough between us already!

"Haruhi."

Hunny had stopped his chatter at that point and gone to greet some guests, and show them his BunBun.

"Good morning Kyoya." Haruhi didn't even glance at him. She barely acknowledged his existance. She had started across the room for the sofa.

"You were pushing it this morning." Kyoya pushed his glasses up his nose with a finger.

"Yes, but i was here on time wasn't I?" Haruhi had now seated herself snugly on the sofa.

"You were." Kyoya answered.

"Then there's no need to double my debt." Haruhi sighed in satisfaction with herself.

"Yes, but it's not entirely 'Guest-Attracting' so show up half-dead and on the floor."

"Whatever." She leaned back and casually rested her arm on the arm-rest.


The day was a busy one. By the time all the guests had gone home and they'd cleaned up, it was already eight o' clock.

Now I sat at the clear-topped table cramping over a test i had the next day. Nothing seemed to make any sense. The others were putting up the last of the chairs.

"Studying for the Social Studies test?" Haruhi's voice startled me.

"Yeah." I nodded. "Due to my requirement to be Social, I can't concentrate on my STUDIES.

I scratched the back of my head and ran my fingers through my orange hair.

Haruhi's laugh caught me off guard. I gave her a puzzled look and she laughed even harder!

After a minute or so, her laughter died down. Then she turned my way again and she gave way to laughter once more.

At this point, she had everyone's attention. Haruhi hardly EVER laughed this hard, so this was weird to all of the host club.

"Haruhi," I began, "Is there something wrong? Is something on my face?"

With this she stopped laughing and composed herself once more. "Entirely. It was just... your face..."

I grew hurt. "Well, if my face is just that UGLY, I think i'll head home where i can study in peace and quiet!" I stood and began to shove all my studies into my bag when Haruhi grabbed my wrist.

"No, Hikaru. That's not what i meant. The expression on your face was... priceless. Not even Kaoru could immitate that look. So don't go. Why don't you come to my place and I can help you study there. I know the material well. I've been studying for this test all week." She hadn't even met my gaze.

I felt that familiar burn in my cheeks. "Uhh... Yeah! Sure! I mean, if it's okay with your dad and all. I mean, I'd love to. Thanks Haruhi."

She shrugged, "Anytime!" Then she smiled at me. My heart skipped a beat and i quickly forced a smile back.

My smile must have been ridiculous because all the other host club members were snickering at me from behind Haruhi.


Haruhi fiddled with the key to her apartment. I stood quietly and uncomfortably behind her.

"Stupid door." She mutterd under her breath ash she shoved it open. it was dark inside.

She went in and flipped on a few dim lights. She went into the kitchen and set her bag on the table. "Wait here, I'll be right back."

She shuffled down the hallway and disappeared. She'd been gone a while so i decieded to get out my books and notes. I was sitting at the table when she came out. She wore normal jeans and a ruffly, yellow blouse. She looked ly a typical teenage girl.

She went into the kitchen. "My dad won't be home for a while. So we can have some peace and quiet. Are you hungry? Do you want anything?" She shuffled through the cabinents.

"No, I'm good, thanks." I answered even though my stomach moaned after the comment. I turned away.

I heard a chuckle and some dishes clattering.

Next thing i knew, she was in the chair across from me. In between us was a plate with assorted crackers, cheeses, and vegtables with dip. She nibbled on a cracker delicately. "Alright!" Shce said. "Let's get started!"

They had studied for two whole hours, when the door of the apartment swung open.

Haruhi's dad skipped inside, humming happily to himself as he shut the door.

Then he spun around and hollered, "Happy Almost-Birthday Haruhi!"

His little celebration ended when Hikaru came into view.

The whole scene of them sitting so close in a dimly lit kitchen didn't sit right with him.

(What went through his head: Daughter+Late Night+Dimly Lit+Boy=BAD IDEA)

"Um..." Ranka was barely able to restrain from beating Hikaru to a pulp.

"No worries, Dad. Just studying for a big test tomorrow."

Yet Ranka stilled eyed them suspiciously. He tried to shake it off.

He decided to go back to his mini-party. "Happy Almost-Birthday Haruhi!"

"It's your birthday?" I turned to Haruhi. "Why didn't you tell us?"

"Because you guys would have thrown some huge, ridiculous party i didn't want." Haruhi sighed irritably. "Dad, just get it over with, what did you get me?"

Ranka held out a bright yellow dress. It was a spagettistrap dress with a black, satin sash. On Haruhi, it would come to would come just to the bottom of her knees. A set of flat, yellow sandles.

Haruhi looked past the dress to look at her dad. "Why did you get me this? There's some reason. What is it?"

"You have a date tomorrow night!" Ranka beamed at her.

I instantly felt my insides tie itself into knots.

Both Haruhi and i responded in complete sychronization.

"A DATE?"