hello it is me unanswered. i reposted a better version of We are in Ouran. give entire i mean ALL credit to SERASVATI follow her!

disclaimer: i dnt own ouran if i did i would be rich

The girls were cuddled up on the floor finishing off another episode of Ouran Highschool Host Club. Leslie smiled happily and asked the group. "Wouldn't it be cool if we got into this crazy world of Ouran?" Maritza snorted. "Yeah, and I'm married to Harry Styles." Andrea rolled her eyes. "Dream on, fangirl." She pushed her playfully. Maritza defended herself, "I'm just saying! It's never going to happen!" Milly laughed. "Well, a girl can dream, can she?" After a while, Leslie was feeling tired. "Well, lets go to sleep. It's already late." Milly, Leslie, Andrea and Maritza agreed. "Okay then, night."

Next Morning, Leslie's POV.
I rubbed my eyes tiredly, and see two identical redheaded boys with gold eyes. "WHAT THE HELL ARE YOU DOING IN MY ROOM?!" I screamed at them. One redheaded boy looked to the other, and turned to me. "Your room? This is Music Room Three you know, you girls are insane." I shook Maritza and begged for them to wake up.

Normal POV
The rest of Leslie's friends sat up. A tired Andrea asked. "What is so important that you woke us up? You had a bad dream?" She teased Leslie. "No. This glasses guy who awfully looks like Kyoya can explain." Leslie muttered. Andrea, Milly and Maritza looked up to see a guy in glasses. Leslie was right, he looked a lot like Kyoya Ootori. "Well," He said as he stood up. "You guys have broken into our club room." He explained jotting down mysteries in his notebook.

Andrea's POV
I blinked a few times. He also sounded like Kyoya. I did a quick scan of him as I saw his glasses, raven black hair, his notebook and Ouran uniform. I thought it was a cosplay at first, but then noticed how perfect it looked. I turned and stared at my other friends and exclaimed "OHMIGOSH We're in Ouran High School Host Club!"

Normal POV
Kyoya sighed. "Another fangirl attack," he thought to himself. The twins were already chatting it up with a few of the girls, and out of nowhere, a French blonde idiot popped out of nowhere. He offered a rose to one brunette girl, and he put his most dashing grin, "Welcome, newcomer!"