A/N: OK, this story is supposed to be pretty funny, I hope you all agree. So, on the last day of school, I was talking to my Anime friend and we were talking about how AWESOME it would be if the Host Club came to our school and I(or she, but in this case I) had to entertain them. And as I was walking home I was like...this is FanFiction gold! So I changed some names,-except my school-and today, two days afterward, I got to work. This is just the introduction, and I really hope you all like it!

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I look out the window aimlessly. It's raining lightly of course since I live in Seattle, Washington. It usually rains, but I don't mind. Aliens of this land seem to think that it rains super hard here all the time. But it usually showers, not so much as rain. Of course we have our days. But when it's sunny, it's the most beautiful sight, we're such a clean and neat city, and anywhere you go I swear to you that you'll see green.

"Class, if I can have your attention," I sigh and look up at my science teacher. Mr. Jackson is a humble, good man, but I swear to you that he has ADHD, not that there's anything wrong with that—hello Percy Jackson!—but he's always moving around the class, and skipping through the class. Kind of like those weird adults in Mangas and Animes. But right now he's simply standing in the front of the room. "We have seven new exchange students from Japan that will be joining us. But before they come in, is there any volunteers who would like to have all of the same classes as them and show them around for the two weeks that they'll be here," Brittany a pretty brunette who's really popular, yet nice raises her hand. "Yes, Brittany?"

"They won't stay at the volunteers' house right?"

"No, they're staying at the Westin," Mr. Jackson says. "So, do I have any takers?" no one raises their hands. "Anyone?" he laughs. "Come on, they're not going to bite!" still no one bothers. I sigh and look out the window once more. "Fine, I'll pick someone,"

There are people out on the field…they must be ditching. "Hmmm….let's see…." Why is that when people ditch, they decide to stay at the school? "Innie Minnie miny mo," I hope they get caught—"LeAnne! Hmm, what a perfect choice!" I look up wide eyed. He didn't even finish the little rhyme!

"Me?" I ask pointing towards myself and I get a few chuckles.

"Yes you,"

"But—,"

"Alright, you guys can come in now!" Mr. Jackson calls out towards the door.

"But—," in walks six boys and one girl. All beautiful.

"Hello Americans!" the tall blonde one says while throwing out his arms grandly. I frown.

You've got to be kidding me.

"I'm Tamaki Suoh!" he says flashing all of us a sexy glance. This really can't be happening to me!

"Shut up Sempai," the girl with big brown eyes and a pixie hair cut mutters. He scurries into a corner and everything around him seems to get dark. What the hell?

"OK class, these are the exchange students. Why don't you guys introduce yourselves and tell us why you're here?" Mr. Jackson says not sure how to response to the idiot named Tamaki. The idiot jumps out of the corner comes back over to his fellow exchangers. Who said he was out of time out?

"Well good American peasants, my fellow Host Club members and I were rather board with our scenery, we wanted something new and different, when Kyoya, the vice president of the Host Club, happened to stumble upon a notice that your lovely Garfield High School is excepting seven gorgeous students from our Ouran Academy," everyone in our class just stares at the conspicuous, loud, conceited, overbearing, blonde Japanese teen unable to figure out what to do.

What the hell is a 'Host Club'?

"Bro! Are you on drugs?" Eliot the class clown asks loudly while laughing. Most of us start laughing as well. But I don't. The Blonde walks back over to his dark corner.

"Maybe I should take over," a dark haired boy says. He's extremely handsome, with intense eyes framed by glasses that make him look extremely intelligent and even more handsome. "I'm Kyoya Otori, we all have come to America, to experience first hand what America is like, we are here to simply watch, interact with you, and enjoy ourselves," Kyoya explains simply and calmly. "This is Haruhi Fujioka, this is Takashi Morinozuka, but he goes by Mori, this is Mitsukuni Haninozuka, but he would like to be called Honey, and these are the twins Hikaru and Kaoru Hitachiin,"

"Alright, well, I guess I should let you all meet your tour guide for these two weeks," Mr. Jackson says ever awkward. "LeAnne Smith please stand up," I frown. "Annie," God! I stand up slowly and look at the seven weirdoes. I bow knowing that it's respectful in their culture to do so.

"Hi…I'm LeAnne, and though unwillingly…I'm at your service,"