A/NHey, well this is a really bad time to write a new fanfic but this will be a short one ('bout 5 chapters, i think...) soooooo, just bear with me kay?

This is what I get for leaving my laptop on all night. I thought, staring astonished at the 8-inch chibi Kyoya as he paced across my vanity.

I'm sure your all pondering that last sentence, well, first, let me give you a little information about myself.

I'm Natalie Brooks (called Nat by most, and 'hey you' by others) a twenty-year-old girl who dropped out of collage early to follow my passion of making dolls, even though I have a part time job at a café. I'm currently living alone, but have a steady boyfriend and a cat named Whiskers. I live in Burbank, California, a place where the greenest part of the year is winter, and where it only gets cold during the night or early morning.

I have the annoying habit of biting my nails and a tendency for insomnia, which I guess is really the root of my problem.

I was having trouble with the design for my newest doll, and after hours and hours of frustration and anxiety, I finally gave up and tried to get some sleep. Fate, however, had other plans. For just as I was nearing unconsciousness, my best friend Jenn (legally her name was Jennifer but she refused to answer to anything but 'Jenn') decided to IM me. Bleary-eyed I checked the time, my Sailor Moon alarm clock read 1:07, but I still managed to haul myself up and drag my laptop back into bed with me. I stroked the mouse pad a couple times and the light on the laptop flicked of sleep mode. Jenn's message read;

(Your friend WithYourGuy has signed on)

WithYourGuy: HELP ME!

I clicked the type box and slowly typed back.

GlassyEyed: Hello to you too, your date must not have gone so well if your finding time to IM me.

Her return message popped up immediately

WithYourGuy: Ug, nightmare. He fell asleep on the couch, and I didn't feel like leaving so I started using his computer.

GlassyEyed: Ah, so why aren't you leaving?

WithYourGuy: Because after the night he's given me he better make a mean breakfast.

I chuckled.

GlassyEyed: Well some of us acctully need sleep, so I'm out.

WithYourGuy: See you at work tomorrow.

GlassyEyed: See you.

I signed out, but at this point I was wide-awake. Silently cursing Jenn, I walked into the kitchen to get a glass of water. I grabbed a bottle of sleeping pills and took a second to wrestle with the top. I tapped the bottle against my hand until a few of the tiny pills spilled into my palm. There were three of them. Frowning I quickly did the math, seeming as it was 1:18 now, I should take- ugh I didn't care. I slung them into my mouth, quickly followed by the glass of water. I stumbled back into my room and buried myself under my covers, already feeling the effects of the sleeping pills; I blearily opened my eyes before I lost consciousness. The background on my computer, a picture of the host club in chibi form stared back at me.

"Night Guys." I mumbled, and then giggled sleepily despite myself.

Sleeps soft blanket covered me, and I drifted off into dreamland…

- -- -

Do de do de do do dodo.

Wake Up!

Do de do do do do dodo.

Wake Up!

Do de do do de dodo.

Shut up!

I clicked the top of Sailor Moons head, stopping the persistent theme song and therefore ending my torture.

I swear, one day I'm going to throw that alarm clock against the wall. Or at least I would if it wasn't so valuable.

Forcing myself to rise from the comfortable bed, I automatically noticed something strange. The pink wall the Host club members on my desktop background stood in front of was barren, only the pink wall remained.

Well, that and there were seven small host club members stairing up at me from my desk, and they all seemed very real.

A/N Origanaly this was going to be a one-shot but I figured it would be lame to leave it there. So you guys decide, continue, or no?

-OhMyGoshsickels