Kanoi: I am SO going to have a break down soon. This week is hell all shoved into a bottle. Quarter exams (fucking Board of Education), normal tests, research paper, other crap, GAAAHHHH! The only thing keeping me sane is looking forward to the long weekend coming up and finally being over my 3 year writing slump.

Kaoru: YAY FOR WRITING!

Hikaru: BOO FOR SCHOOL!

Kanoi: True, true, true. Anyway, the title to this fic will make more sense about 5 or 6 chapters in. I originally was going to put a ton of crap in this chapter, but you'll see what I did and I'll explain it more later.

Kaoru: Disclaimer: Kanoi does not own Ouran.

Hikaru: Which we are very glad of.

Kanoi: You guys are mean…

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Ouran High School senior Fujioka Haruhi walked down the road heading toward her home. Life had been boring for her since the Host Club disbanded when Tamaki-senpai had graduated. Despite the Host Club being no more, the special student continued her ruse of being a guy so as not to gain unwanted attention or give the poor, simple-minded girls at Ouran a heart attack. Haruhi stopped to gaze at the setting sun and sighed. It was something she wouldn't admit to many, but with only Hikaru and Kaoru left of the once glorious Host Club she was lonely. Not that she didn't love the twins dearly, but without the others she just felt like a third wheel in their world, no matter how much more open that world of theirs had become. She pulled herself out of her thoughts and continued her walk home.

When Haruhi finally made it home, she was extremely surprised to see a black limousine in front of the building. People stopped and stared, not used to seeing such a thing in their area. The scene reminded Haruhi of one time when the Host Club had decided to pay her an unexpected visit almost two years ago. She shuddered at the memory.

There was a collective gasp from the crowd as a breath taking blonde man stepped out from the vehicle. Haruhi's stomach dropped; what was he doing here? The blonde's innocent eyes scanned the area and lit up like a child's when they landed on Haruhi. People watched the beautiful man's every move as he made his was to the girl.

Tamaki stopped in front of her and produced a single red rose and held it out to Haruhi. Unfortunately he was holding it a little too close and it caused Haruhi to go cross-eyed when trying to look at it. She looked up at the blonde tiredly.

"What are you doing here, Senpai?" she asked.

Tamaki smiled brilliantly.

"I have come to ask you on a date, my dear Haruhi."

Haruhi stared at him without expression for a moment.

"No." That said she turned and started walking to her door.

"Wonderful! I shall see you on Saturday morning at ten," Tamaki called after her.

The girl froze for a moment before spinning around and yelling, "I said no!"

However, it was unlikely Tamaki heard her as the limousine was just starting to pull away.

On Saturday morning Haruhi woke early with the birds and prepared for a busy day of cleaning and grocery shopping. She had seemingly forgotten all about the visit she had received from Tamaki earlier in the week, though as the morning went on she couldn't explain the feeling of dread growing in her mind. When her door bell rang at exactly ten that morning her stomach dropped and she realized what she had been fearing. As the ringing continued she reached an unsteady hand out to the doorknob, praying to whatever deity there was that it wasn't Tamaki at the door. Even a murder would be better at this point. Tentatively Haruhi pulled the door open and almost felt like crying in defeat from what she found. There stood Tamaki, yet again holding a single red rose, and smiling at Haruhi, though his expression suddenly changed to confusion.

"Haruhi, is that what you are wearing on our date?" he asked referring to her torn up jeans and oversized tee shirt.

"No."

Tamaki sighed in relief and smiled once more. "Good, now why don't you go change so we can head out?"

"No."

Tamaki's face fell. "Why not?"

Haruhi sighed in frustration; she had somehow forgotten how annoying her senpai could be. "Because I never agreed to this date," the girl explained, "besides, I'm busy today. I have things I have to get done."

"Oh, I understand," Tamaki said as his shoulders fell. He turned and started walking away.

Haruhi was in shock. She had never seen the obnoxious blonde so sad. This wasn't one of his random, childish moments where he pouted in a corner, this time he looked like he was about to cry.

Before she knew what she was doing she yelled out, "Senpai, wait!"

Tamaki turned and looked at her. Haruhi froze. Just why had she stopped him? She sighed.

'Oh well, too late now. Might as well go through with this,' she thought.

She gave Tamaki the best smile she could muster and said, "Ya know, I think I can manage that date today."

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Kanoi: So, like it? Love it? Hate it? Let me know! But yeah, I was gonna do a ton more with this chapter, but I decided to split it up some. So the date will be the next chapter. Also, I'm happy, I think I finally got Haruhi's character down, or at least I'm getting there. My friend also told me she thinks I wrote Haruhi pretty in character this time, so yay!

Kaoru: Kanoi…

Kanoi: Yes?

Hikaru: We don't like it.

Kanoi: Huh…? Why?

Kaoru & Hikaru: Because we're not in it!

Kanoi: …You two are SO self-centered.