HEY! Here is the story I promised... sorry it took so long, but typing with a broken finger sucks!:P

Just so all of my readers know, I am writing this story for my friend Ames (this is her nickname because she hates her real name) since she was the only one there for me when I was going through a rough patch. Hunny is our favorite character...I like him because he can be quite puzzling at times and she likes him mainly because she too is vertically challenged XD Love ya Ames!

If I get feedback on what people think of my story then I will not hesitate to write up a storm for not only Ames, but also for my lovely reviewers. I will be giving Ames the printed out copy of this story since she is always getting grounded...*sigh* she never learns to not talk back... But I will try to put it up here as soon as I get the chance though! And your Reviews will help greatly since a lot of times I'm unsure of how well a story is going-Ames has to say nice things about my stories because I know where that mofo lives! :D But you guys can be as truthful as you want to be...within reason of course.

Before I am finished rambling, I have one last thing to tell my readers. Each chapter I will say something nice about Ames or recall one of our memories together. If this annoys you do not comment about it because it will fall upon deaf ears and blind eyes; she deserves at least a nice comment and recognition for all that she has done.

Also, I do not own Ouran High School Host Club, just my OC and this disclaimer is for every chapter of this story.

Before I go, this is my nice comment: Ames you will always be my Garcia from Criminal Minds. I love ya Baby-girl!

I could hear the car's soft humming in my ears.

We still aren't there yet?

My eyes began to slowly creep open as streams of light blurred my vision. The door handle was blocking my view of the outside scenery. I began to lift my head up and started raking my hands through my blonde, curly hair in an attempt to get out all of the kinks. I was fortunate to get most of the 'rats nest' into a ponytail, but unfortunate at the same time because I had a grimy feeling all over my body since I haven't been able to shower since that long plane ride.

Oh, well…I'll just have to fix that remedy when I get to the new home. Whenever that'll be.

"Ah I see your awake Avery!"

I looked over to the driver side to see Moki with a big smile on his face. Poor guy is probably feeling the same jet lag and grime as me, but is still hauling through the day with a smile just for me.

My eyes wandered over to his crinkled dress shirt and dirty glasses that were slightly lopsided on his face. His scrawny form just looked pitiful with the bags under his eyes and pale tint on his cheeks.

I began biting my lip, a nervous habit of mine, before stating my question, "Moki, I'm mostly rested up while you look really tired- how bout I drive for a bit?"

He just looked over at me with a beaming smile and determination in his brown eyes. "Ave, you know I can't let you drive without an appropriate license! What kind of example would I be setting as a father figure if I were to let my poor, defenseless Avie drive?"

I just looked at him with a blank look and asked, "You really know how to keep it weird don't you Mokster?"

I was given nervous laughter as a response…perhaps I should be the one driving after all?

Finally! I see the house… err…apartment and I'm so excited that I can hear the gods of the shower rejoicing at my return!

Well, almost return.

Moki wants us to unpack all the boxes from the trailer and car before we take care of our hygienic needs. I told him that I was okay with it, but that he's taking the shower first before he unpacks since it looks as though he's about to pass out at any moment. And quite frankly I'm not about to go and fish my naked stepfather out of a shower; sorry but that's not exactly my cup of tea. He of course laughed at my logic, called me his little Avie, and made me promise to not pick up any of the heavy objects without his assistance; I agreed with my fingers crossed behind my back.

Once I heard the only shower in the apartment turn on, I turned away from the humble, but cute, home and rolled up my sleeves while facing my arch nemesis; the moving trailer. As I opened the back I began taking out the lighter objects until I made it to the bottom where Moki and I stacked the heavier objects. Being that Moki was in his mid-forties I really didn't want him lifting such heavy boxes. So I decided to take things into my own, capable hands and one by one, the heavy boxes were cleared and set into the house. The only heavy thing that was left in there was mom's upright piano. No matter how bad the times got back in America, neither Moki nor I could part with that piano and kept it in a storage unit that one of Moki's friends owned. Actually if it wasn't for Ronald, then Moki and I wouldn't have anything to unpack other than the clothes that are stuffed into our two duffel bags. I don't know whether to bless Ronald or curse him for my now dislocated back.

Hmm…guess it'll be one of those riddles like, "Which came first the chicken or the egg?" Man, I really hate that stupid question, always makes me end up arguing with myself.

"Avery Chikoyashi! I thought that I explicitly told you to promise me not to lift anything heavy out of that trailer!"

Oops, my mission has been compromised! Quick abort the mission and go stealth mode! I repeat go stealth mode!

"Huh? What are you talking about Moki? I left Mama's piano in there like you told me to," I said with the cutest 'caught with the cookie jar' face that I could and then added, "Oh, did you mean all of the heavy stuff! I'm sorry Moki! Please forgive me!"

Moki knew my game, he knew that I'm smart enough to know what he meant, but he also knew that he was wrapped around my finger since the day he first met my mother.

Check and mate.

"Awww, I guess I can't get too mad at you since you did such a great job at helping me unload the trailer!" He exclaimed as he twirled me around and around- I could only laugh at what a drama queen he was. Once he put me down, he took me by the shoulders and looked me seriously in the eyes and said, "But I don't want you doing anymore of that sneaky, tricky stuff, got it? This was sweet of you to do, but don't use your powers for evil, understood?" I smiled cheekily at him and enthusiastically said, "You got it 'pop'sicle!" He began laughing, pinching the sides of my face, and saying what a wonderful daughter I was. Then started pushing me towards the door and told me to take my duffel bag inside with me to go take a shower since I deserved some sort of an award for all the hard work that I put in. I smiled for the umpteenth time that day and began to shuffle inside the studio- sized apartment with my beige duffel around my shoulders. It was a bit dusty on the inside and looked as though the only room with a door was the one to the bathroom, but quite honestly I didn't care. So what if there wasn't any privacy or that there was only one bed that wasn't sheltered from the view of the front door? So what if I had to sleep on the fold out couch that was to my left or that to my right you could see that the kitchen and laundry room were the same room? It really doesn't matter because for the first time since mom died a year ago, Moki and I have a home that isn't on wheels. We have a home with clean, running water. A home with a heater that we don't have to worry about leaving on and a front yard for me to get back to gardening in. For Pete's sake, I have a place to do my business without buying something from nosy store clerks or getting kicked out by uncompassionate store managers!

Before I knew it, I had streams of warm, salty rivers coming from my eyes as I looked about my home. I was too focused on the present that I didn't hear Moki come up behind me until I felt an arm wrap around my shoulders.

"Welcome home, Avery."