For some reason whenever I have a writer's block (while working on Roomies this time) I end up writing another story. Thus, the birth of Notes from the Student Council Room and Other Drabbles. My personal cure that I decided to publish. Enjoy my medicine.

Disclaimer: I do not own Maid-sama. This disclaimer goes for the rest of the chapters because I will probably be too lazy to put it on the next few chapters.

Title Beautiful Nightmare
Genre Humor

"Idiot Usui," it came out in a barely audible murmur. I leaned my face towards him in anticipation. His face was close enough to distinguish every fleck in his green eyes. Except they weren't green like I had thought before. There were light blues and caramel browns mixed like specks of paint on a canvas. Except they couldn't be described as hazel. No, there was too much green. He gazed filed me with a heady sensation- it was familiar and welcomed. It drained my body of blood, rushing all of it into my checks. He was so close. My eyelids felt heavy. Gosh, he was so close and the closer he got the heavier my eyelids got. It was as if they were being controlled the same gravitational pull that pulsed between our lips. I needed to get closer to him. My hand moved out of my control and twisted in his blond hair on a desperate mission to get his lips closer to mine. Just a little bit closer. I whispered his name our lips brushing.

"Yo prez," his voice sounded far away like a distant echo. I paused and listened again. "Ayuzawa." My name. Suddenly I couldn't feel his silky hair. "Misa-chan." His voice was soft and far off. Light cut through my eyes causing a sharp pain. I felt like my head was disconnected from the rest of my body. Floating. Aw, hell where was I and why did my head hurt?

Groggily I lifted up my head and rubbed my eyes. Desk and chair. Check. Florescent lights. Check. Idiot sitting on the edge of the desk with a stupid smirk on his face looking at me. Check. Great I feel asleep in the student council room. Again. Usui glanced down at me with a slight smile. Please not today. I had too much unfinished work to do and I did not need to hear his side comments. Sitting upright, I took a moment to pull myself together. It was just another all-nighter, nothing to worry about. But that stupid dream. Dammit what was that all about? I needed to work. If I keep myself busy I won't have to think about it anymore than necessary. Work.

"You're overworking yourself prez," the look on his face was somewhere between amusement and legitimate concern. I gritted my teeth but managed to keep a poker face.

"Well someone has to check all these magazines and mangas. Then, read through the suggestion box." I prattled off. "Then, write the annual student funds report. Plus, work on my speech to present the new student funding measurements to the board for approval."

"If there's so much to do then why did you send everyone else home early?" he countered.

"I'm the president so it's my responsibility. If things don't get done on time or get done well it falls on my shoulders." I gazed at the papers again. "Everyone else has been working really hard. They needed a break."

"And you?" I didn't respond. "Anyway I still think prez is a masochist." With that he scooped up half of the papers off my desk. I opened my mouth in protest and stood angrily. Was he seriously trying to sabotage me?

"What do you think you're doing Idiot Usui?" I sputtered. I dove to snatch the papers from his hands. He held out one arm to stop me. I reached around him determined to get the papers back. I did not have enough time deal with him. He placed the stack on another desk and moved deftly to block my access to them.

"What do think? I'm help you so you can get some sleep." He said this with a straight face. I blushed trying to come up with a witty comeback. I took a step back my knees hitting the edge of the desk I was working at. He came closer. I turned my face to hide the color that flooded my checks.

"I-I'm not tired so you don't need to help me with anything," He was even closer now. He turned so that I had no choice but to look him directly in the face. He smirked and there was a familiar glint in his eyes. Even as I braced myself for the worst there was nothing that could prepare me for his next words.

"But if I don't help I won't get to hear Misa-chan say my name in her sleep again,"

That's all folks. It was oddly fun and relaxing to write. So review away and I'll try to get more of these up again.