FYI to all my readers and subscribers and such: While writing a multiple-chapter story, not a oneshot, I always try to give a little introduction, like the character is explaining them self and their past. So…yeah I got the idea for this story at 1:24 a.m. last night…by having a dream, which I have turned into chapter 1. I had to sneak downstairs just to write down the parts that I could remember. I don't think anyone noticed I went downstairs, though. I'm pretty much a ninja.

Note: In this story, there will be 2 point of views. Lacey's (the main character) and Mori (Lacey's crush), and the OCCAISIONAL point of view of Nyle (Lacey's brother, who is also a host. I'll name the chapter(s) Nyle when its his point of view…)

Disclaimer: No. I don't own Ouran High School Host Club. If I owned it, I wouldn't be writing a fanfiction, now would I?

Starting Out

Hello. Lacey Cantrell, here. I'm gonna be a first year at Ouran Academy this year. My brother, Nyle, and I just moved to Japan last month. We were both born in the United States but lived in France after something happened. I'm 14 and have naturally straight, elbow-length, golden blonde hair. I dark, blue-green eyes and a fair complexion. Its not like Snow White's skin where she looked like a ghost, but its lighter than most people's skin. I'm pretty short…I'm 5'5", which is a little shorter than some of my friends, but still. I am a Black Belt in matrial arts. I was, and still am, a master kicker.

My brother, Nyle, is 16 and enrolling in Ouran as a third year. He has short, chocolate brown hair and emerald green eyes. (I know…we look nothing alike…) He has pretty tan skin…its not super tan, but its darker than a lot of people. Unlike me, he's really tall. He's 6'3". Yeah…he's tall, right? He was never into martial arts, like me. He was always the "U.S. form of Football" kind of guy.

Anyway, this is our past:
Our mother and father died a year ago. So did my twin sister, Layne.
Nyle and I moved to France and stayed with a friend.
Now…we're in Japan.

"Hurry up, Lacey! We're gonna be late!" Nyle ushered me out the door of our apartment.

"Auugghh…I wanna go back to sleep, though…" I complain on a cloudy Thursday morning. "And I wanna take off this awful uniform…" I pull at the puffy, mustard-yellow sleeves of our school uniform.

"Well you cant, so lets GO!"

He grabs my wrist and pulls me down the street, towards our new school. We push open the large door and enter the school. My first comment was expected from me.

"Its…pink…." I say, in shock.

"What? The color of the school too bright for you?" Nyle said sarcastically, letting go of my wrist.

"Yes."

"Geez…why cant you be like normal girls and LIKE pink?"

"I don't know. Why can you be like normal boys and BE SHORTER?"

"Because I'm naturally tall."

"Well I naturally don't like pink."

He sighs and turns to face me.

"You will make friends today." He orders me

"Why?" I complain.

"Because you'll be a loner if you don't. And you remember how well being a loner turned out in France…"

"I'd rather be a loner than befriend anyone here…"

"Just make a friend…" He says and leaves, walking towards his class.

I let out a frustrated sigh and tried to fix my flippin' ugly uniform.
Seriously? I would be okay with the color but the style is horrible. Puffy everything? Really?

I walk to my class and enter the room. All eyes shift focus from the teacher to me. I don't mind the attention…I just don't like how this one brunnette boy with glasses is looking at me…

"Oh. You must be the new student I was told I was getting." The teacher says, while I walk over to the front of the room "Please, introduce yourself and tell us where you moved from."

I turn to face the class.

"My name is Lacey Cantrell. I was born in the United States but moved to France last year and I moved here last month." I give a sweet smile and, I swear, that one brunette kid's face just got this look like he just came up with some, diabolical plan or something.

"Thank you, Lacey. You may take a seat next to Ootori Kyoya." The teacher says.

There's only one empty seat, which just so happens to be next to creepy glasses boy.

I set myself down in the chair and looks towards the front of the room, trying to avoid brunette-glasses-kid.

"Hello." Brunette-Glasses-Kid says to me, "I'm Kyoya Ootori."

"Hello." I respond, looking at him.

"Hmm…" he mumbles, looking me up and down. "Yes. You could be a good addition…You certainly look the part."

"A good addition where?"

He didn't answer. Just turned to look to the front of the room.

**That Night**

"So…Lacey…Did'ja' make any friends today?" Nyle asked a little too eagerly, as we walked into the apartment.

"None." I took great pleasure in saying that, because I know he'll either freak out or complain about how I don't make friends because I'm shutting everyone out of my life or something.

He just stared at me for 3 minutes and 47 seconds. And, yes, I counted.

"What?" He asked, in shock.

"I made absolutely no friends today." I repeated.

"Why?"

"I didn't want to."

"Well...did you at least SPEAK to someone?"

"No…" I say, thinking for a moment, "Oh…wait…yeah. I did talk to one person, but the conversation didn't last very long…"

"WHO?"

"Whoa…calm down, tiger."

"Just tell me who it was!"

"Some kid named Kyoya Ootori."

"Kyoya…Kyoya Ootori…" Nyle mutters, thinking. "Oh! Kyoya Ootori, I heard someone talk about him today."

"Really?" I speak sarcastically, "Tell me more."

"Apparently he's the vice-president of the Host Club." He explained, not understanding my sarcasm.

"Cool?" I respond

"I heard someone say he's also in charge of looking for people who are eligible to join the Host Club."

"Really…You do realize I honestly don't car-"

"Speaking of which, he approached me today and asked me if I would join."

"What did you say?"

"I said I'd check it out tomorrow and then answer. I also want you to come with me to check out the club so that you can help me decide if it would be a good thing to join."

"Do I HAVE to come?"

"Yes."

"Fine…"

**The Next Day**

Friday passed by in a blur. The last bell rang and I strolled out of my class, only to find Nyle already leaning against the wall, waiting for me.

"Come on, lets go. I'm actually kind of curious as to what the Host Club is like." He says.

I don't respond, I just tag along behind him, letting him lead the way.

We arrive at the Abandoned Music Room…Music Room #3.

How many freaking music rooms does this school have?

Nyle opens the large, pink doors, and I don't know about Nyle, but I'm blinded by a white light and…rose petals? What?

"Welcome." I hear voices say.

The blindness subsides and I see a group of 7 boys. One blonde with purple eyes, one brunette with light brown eyes, who seemed to remind me of a girl, a small blonde one holding a bunny who was sitting on the shoulders of a tall brunette, a pair of ginger twins, and Kyoya.

"Ah, Nyle, welcome." Kyoya says, "I see you've brought your sister with you."

"Whoooaaa!" A delicate voice squeals, "Kyo-chan…how did you know this girl was Nyle's sister? They look nothing alike!"

"Neither do you and your brother, Honey-sempai." The blonde with purple eyes says.

"I guess that's true…" the short blonde one says.

"My name is Tamaki Suoh." The blonde with purple eyes introduces himself. "Welcome to our club."

"My name's Mitsukuni. Mitsukuni Haninozuka." The one with the bunny says.

Immediately, I bow to Mitsukuni.

"It is a great honor to be in your presence, again Master Haninozuka." I say respectfully.

He speaks. "Its great to see you again, Cantrell. And call me Honey. I'm used to it now."

"Hey…how do you know who she is?" The ginger twins say in unison.

I look up at them.

"About 7 years ago, when Master Haninozuka…uhm…Honey…came to the United States, he came across me trying to learn martial arts. I was failing in my technique and form, so he helped me work on that. Ever since then, we've always tried to keep in touch somehow, so that he could check up on how my training was going."

"But, Honey-sempai," Tamaki said, "I thought you weren't allowed to teach women martial arts…"

"I'm not." Honey-sempai replied, smiling.

Out of nowhere, Honey-sempai comes running towards me, jumps, and sticks his foot out, aiming for a kick to my face. Right before his foot had a chance to touch to my face, I swiftly shoved my arm upwards and out, deflecting the kick. Honey-sempai landed, on his feet, about 10 feet away from me.

"You've been practicing." He said, walking up to me and giving me a hug.

"Of course." I reply and hug him back.

"Okay. Well anyway…I'm Hikaru." Says one of the ginger twins.

"And I'm Kaoru." Says the other.

"And you remember Takashi, right, Lacey?" Honey asks me.

"How could I forget him?" I ask, bowing to Mori.

Mori walks over and pats me on the head. I smile. He would always pat me on the head when I did something right in training.

"Well…everyone knows everyone now…right?" Tamaki asks.

"I believe so." I answer.

"I brought you here for a reason, remember?" Nyle whispers in my ear, "Do you think I'd fit in?"

I look around at everyone and look back at Nyle.

"Join the club." I whisper back.

"I would like an answer to the question Kyoya asked you yesterday, Nyle. Will you join our club?" Tamaki asks.

"Yes." Nyle responds.

"Great! Now…I have an important question to ask Lacey, here." Tamaki says.

"What is it?" I ask, suspicious.

"Would you like to join the Host Club as our first Female Entertainer? You would be entertaining all the handsome young boys of Ouran Academy!"

I look at Nyle. He smiles at nods at me.

Well…it would be interesting to see how these guys act….

"Sure." I answer.