Listen people I don't own Ouran High or these sexy characters!
Pants filled the room.
Screams of pure pleasure.
The smell of come everywhere.
God, why am I a whore.
I woke up and looked next to me. Another random person laid next to me and my head felt like an elephant was stepping on it. Usually this is how I woke up. I threw on my pants and searched for my shirt. I looked at the tattered remains of my shirt.
Damn this stupid Mongrel! He ripped my favorite shirt, I thought bitterly as I left the apartment building.
I looked around and guessed I was near my place. I walked for only a couple of minutes before I came to my bar. I opened the door to find the one I love sleeping on my couch.
"Oh, your back Kyoya," Tamaki said while rubbing sleep away from his beautiful eyes. I shifted uncomfortably. I know he'll never love me back. He only thinks of me as a friend.
"You smell like alcohol and sex. I know it's none of my business but-"
"Shut up. I'm going to take a shower," I interrupted him angrily. If he keeps being nice I'll end up hurt more than I am.
I undressed and walked towards the bathroom door. I heard water running and when I opened the door a blond sat in my tub. He turned towards me with pale blue eyes and just stared. A slight smirk came onto his face and I snapped out of my trance.
"Who the hell are you," I asked coolly. He emerged from the tub and walked, no crept, towards me. He grabbed me by the waist and pulled me in close.
"Privet milashka," he said his face close to my own. I looked into his eye and behind all the confidence and ignorance I saw something. Something I can't describe at all.
"Who the HELL ARE YOU!" I screamed kicking him in the stomach.
