I do not own Ouran High School Host Club

Uh. Today was dreadful. I was really excited about transferring to Japan and actually being apart of the culture, but honestly, I was dreading it. My classes were fine. I understood everything. The fact that I'm walking home after the school day is over and I have nothing better to do makes me a little upset.

I always find a way to dance whether at school or not, but I have looked high and low for dance studios and they're all the way in different cities and I don't have time to travel like that. I was about to cross the street when I suddenly feel a raindrop on my head. "Great." I didn't bring an umbrella so it makes today even worse.

I found a place where I could wait the rain out and stood there watching the rain fall. I was standing under the pavilion for not even fifteen minutes, until I saw this car pull up. It stops in front of me and someone gets out. The mysterious person walks towards me and moves his umbrella out towards me.

"Do you need a ride?" the person asked. I looked up and saw that blonde guy almost every girl fawns over. "No. I'm just waiting for the rain to let up." "A pretty girl like you shouldn't be waiting in the rain. I can take you home." The blonde guy took my hand and led me to his car. He let me get in the car first and then got in after me. "Aren't you in my class?" I turned and looked at him and I see why so many girls fawn over him. He's gorgeous. The blonde hair that somewhat covered his violet eyes and the gentle smile that could make any girl's heart melt.

"Um, that depends. What class are you in?" "Class 2-A. I know it's you. You sit in front of me." He smiled. He knows who I am? "You're the exchange student from America right?" He asked. "Yeah." "I'm Tamaki." He said as he put his hand out to me. "Aria." I said back to him and I shook his hand. "It's a pleasure to meet you, Aria." Tamaki said as he took that same hand that I shook his hand with and he kissed it very gently. I feel a deep blush on my cheeks and I slowly take my hand back.

"So, where do you live?" Um about another ten minutes from here." "All right. You heard her." Tamaki said to the driver. "You know what." "What?" "You should come to the Host Club." "The Host Club? What's that?" "It's where six other handsome boys like myself who entertain young ladies who have way too much time on their hands." "Well, I don't have way too much time on my hands, so I'll have to decline."

"But you must come." "Why?" "It will give you something to do after school. And you can make some new friends? Meet the other members of the club." "I don't know." "Please think about it. It would make me happy if you came." "All right. I'll think about it." "And, if you do decide to come—" Tamaki took my hand again and looked into my eyes. "—I hope that you request me." "Um, all right." I blushed.

Man, this guy is seriously good at making a girl feel wanted. After about eight minutes, we were in front of my house. "Thanks for the ride. I'll see you in class tomorrow." "Aria." "Yes?" "May I call you sometime?" "Oh, um sure. It'll probably be my house phone since my cell phone hasn't exactly transferred over since we moved." "That's all right." Tamaki smiled.

Man, he's really nice. I wrote my number down and handed it to Tamaki. "I'll see you later, Tamaki." "Until tomorrow, princess." Tamaki said as he slid a little closer to me and kissed me very lightly on my cheek. I smiled a small smile then got out of the car and walked inside my house.

As soon as I closed my door, I had my back on the back of my door and slid down to the floor and clutched my chest. "Wow." I said dreamily. Maybe I should go to the Host Club tomorrow, if that means I get to see Tamaki again.

(A/N) I am thinking about writing a story based off this incident. What do you guys think? Should I? Review and tell me what you think. Otherwise, this can be a one shot. Pasta!