Taylor Young has arrived! Finally. This story has been sitting in my folder for a while. For over a year, actually.

Disclaimer: In no way, shape, or form do I own any part of OHSHC.

PROLOGUE

Taylor's POV

PINK.

"Argh, it burns! It burns!"

Passerby gave me strange looks as I crouched on the sidewalk, clutching at my eyes and yelling loudly. Yes, I loved being melodramatic. And sarcastic. Surrounded by my friends, I was currently making fun of the most horrendous excuse of exterior decorating that I had ever seen.

Let me explain how I got here.

It was summer vacation, and I had been offered an all-expenses paid month-long trip for 4 to Japan, so of course, I dragged a few of my friends with me to Japan. After the first couple days, which we spent getting rid of our jet lag, we decided to go explore the residential areas. As we were wandering around, I happened to crash into a girl our age as I was sprinting around a corner, running from my friends. Of course, I felt really bad for crashing into her and causing all of her groceries to spill everywhere, so I apologized profusely and offered to pay for everything that I had ruined. She was reluctant, but I told her to just make a list of what to buy and her address and I'd bring it to her. She finally agreed, and I dragged my friends with me to the supermarket, where we bought the groceries, plus some cakes and snacks for apology and headed to her house.

Since then, we had invited her along on our explorations in exchange for letting us stay at her home for the rest of the trip, as forced by her father. Of course, we used the extra money that we would have used for lodging to pay for all of her expenses, calling all of that "lodging expenses" instead.

So, back to the present, our friend Haruhi just stood there, averting her eyes, now slightly used to my crazy antics. "Taylor-san, there is no need to be doing this." Before, she had been scared that there actually was something wrong with me.

"But it burns, Haruhi! Just look at it. Actually, scratch that. Don't look at it! Cover your eyes! They could have used some neutral color, or something. Not that shade of pink!" I'm sorry, but the only shade of pink I condone on buildings is extremely-pastel pink.

"Now, Tay, that's no reason to start a scene in the middle of the sidewalk."

"But Hayley. . ."

"No buts, Taylor Young. You are to stop making a fool of yourself this instant." She even stamped her foot for emphasis.

I immediately straightened up and held up my hands. "Whoa there, Hayley. I'll stop, I'll stop." I then glared at the rest of my friends. "Come on guys, you could have helped me or something."

Tommy just shrugged. "Sorry, Tay, not much I can do."

"Yeah, you know how Hayley gets." That earned Adam a sharp look from Hayley. He cringed.

"So, Haruhi, what is this pink building?" Emily asked, genuinely interested. I swear, she was just interested in anything pink.

"That's Ouran Academy, a private academy for the elite."

"Wow, they must be smart, then?" Emily clasped her hands against her chest, her eyes shining at the building. She was pretty much the complete opposite of me-she obsessed over things in two categories: pink and intelligent.

"I guess they are smart, but the students are all filthy rich."

Oh. Our faces fell, knowing that Haruhi was not exactly from a high-class family and that she seemed to be a little against the idea of being loaded with money.

Adam looked at his phone, searching for information on the school. "Hey, apparently they offer scholarships to those who score the highest on the entrance exams or for special considerations. Look." He shoved his phone's screen in our faces.

"Ooooh, maybe I should apply or something. Studying abroad would be so cool," I said as I took his phone to look at it. Then I looked at Haruhi. "Haruhi, you're smart. Are you gonna apply to Ouran?"

We all turned to look at her.

"Who knows?" she answered with a shrug.

And that's when I started plotting.

-about 9 months later-

3rd person POV

"Well, I'm finally back here."

An androgynously dressed person stood in front of the main gates of the Ouran Academy campus. Dark skinny jeans. A chained belt. Bright orange tank. Black and orange hoodie. Black fingerless leather gloves. Earrings. Sunglasses. Bright crimson hair. A folder and a notebook tucked under-arm.

"Watch out, Ouran Academy, Taylor Young has arrived."

If you have read my other stories, you'll have realized that I really like OCs. Anyway, peace out.