He use to be real annoying, that Suoh kid. Since our fathers were business partners he expected us to be best friends. He would always come over to my house; even when I wasn't there.
I remember trying to befriend him. He was like a little kid even though he was almost a high-school kid.
"Kyoya!" he had yelled at me at school one day. "Remember when I played the piano at your lovely home? We should go to that one place down the block and go look at THEIR pianos!" You could tell by the look on his face that he had come up with the idea all by himself. He came closer to my face, his smile growing wider by the second.
I had pushed up my glasses and sighed. I was tired of taking this guy I barely knew to all these places.
"What's the point of looking at pianos when I have a perfectly good one at MY house?" My eyes grew wide as I listened to what I had said. Was I inviting this childish moron to my house?
We were complete opposites. I was pressured to take over my father's business one day; he wasn't. I have a somewhat quiet personality; he was always so loud and never shut his mouth. My talent was business; his was 'wooing' girls and playing the piano.
From what I could tell, we only had one thing in common: Money. We both had our own beaches. We both went to Ouran Academy, one of the most prestigious schools to date.
He made some giddy noise to show excitement. "Are you inviting me over to your home, Kyoya?" he had asked.
I had no idea why, but I nodded, instantly feeling foolish.
The other fool had jumped for joy and I slightly smiled. He may be idiotic, but he was amusing to myself and the public eye.
There wasn't any point in saying no, anyway. He would just come over to my house anyway, raising the levels of my stress even higher. There was a plus though, indeed. His piano playing was exquisite, and my sister certainly seemed to enjoy it.
He then grabbed me by my shirt collar and began to drag me down the hallway, telling me all the things he wanted to do at my house.
"First, I'll play the piano, of course! You don't mind, right? Of course you don't! You invited me yourself!" he had said. He went on for another five drawling minutes, listing the possible songs he could play. He stopped dead in his tracks and turned to me. "Okay, Kyoya?" he asked. He let go of my shirt collar and laughed.
"Yeah, whatever." I mumbled. A smile formed upon my creased lips. This guy, a total moron, was my friend.
"Good, then let's go to your house!" he sang.
"School isn't over yet." I had replied. Idiot.
He laughed once again. "I mean to lunch!" he sang again. He grabbed me by the shirt collar once again and dragged me towards the cafeteria.
This guy, this moronic, idiotic, clueless guy was my friend.
