A/N: Okay so this is my first fanfiction and all that snazzy jazz, but I've been wanting to write this for awhile, BEFORE I even heard of so don't spazz and be all up in your computer or IPhone or whatever screaming, "She totally stole my idea! She read my fanfic and stole my idea! I hate her," because I didn't. I yelled at my IPod when I saw SOMEWHAT SORTA NOT REALLY similar fanfics and then realized, I haven't posted mine so I can't say anything. Yes there will be some grammatical errors that I put in there on PURPOSE (gotta, wanna, ect.)

Disclaimer: If I owned Ouran High School Host Club, Tamaki would have kissed her at the end of the series. And Mori would have more lines… I also don't own any, and I mean ANY, music that I put in this unless I tell you otherwise!

Claimer: I own my OC's and sort of my storyline, not the basic, but you know, like character situations and how it comes together.

Chapter one: Meeting the Hosts

Rose's point of view:

"Thank you so much Mr. Suoh!" Ouran Academy…I finally get to go to school. I was so sick of all those crappy tutors that Mother would send over from America, I don't care if I learn anything here; I'm already a year ahead in my school work. "Yo Esory! Make sure you get the costumes in Stage Room 3. It's like, right down the hall!" " Okay, whatever. Just don't drop the sound system Lilly." She turned around, whipping her wavy black hair around and letting fall gracefully past her shoulders. She stuck her tongue out playfully and gave me a fake glare with her big emerald eyes. "Love you too!" Make sure everyone's ready for practice next week! I just gotta finish filling out the paper work." Renting rooms at a school, what is the world coming to…

I shoved the paperwork in my pocket, 'I'll turn it in after school.' I really wanted to start dancing down the hall, I mean, it's before school and nobodies here, but can't drop the costumes. I let out a sigh. Why did I get stuck carrying all four costume boxes? Right, because everyone else took the easy stuff and booked. Now where am I supposed to go again… oh yeah! Stage Room 3. I looked around and realized I was right next to a door. I glanced up and saw a 3. Well, guess this is it. WRONG! I pushed the door open with my foot and was surrounded by rose petals. Hehe…roses. I set the boxes down and heard a simultaneous, "Welcome." I turned around and saw five boys, five pretty hot guys, and an elementary student. Wait, what?

"Hello, sorry to bother you but I think I'm in the wrong room," I said with a smile. "You're no bother princess. What's your name, I bet it's as beautiful as your face," the tall blonde one asked while handing me a red rose. Do I fit in here or what? "I'm Rose Esory, it's wonderful to meet you," I don't know if it was a good thing or a bad thing when I saw the dude with glasses writing stuff down in his black book. If its financial records, I guess that's and good thing, if it's the Death Note, maybe not so good. "If you don't mind me asking, who are all of you?" The blonde spoke up first, "We are the Host club," well surprise surprise… "We have the cool type AND vice president Kyoya Ootori," he said as he pointed to the guy with the Death Note. "Then there is the Little Devil type with their brotherly love, Hikaru and Kaoru Hitachiin," did he just say, 'brotherly love?' Okay… "And we have Mitsukuni Haniozuka who is better known as Honey-Sempai, he's our Shōta type." Wait so if he's known as Honey-Sempai, that means he's older than the blonde. So he really is the cute type…Blondie kept going. "And then we have Takashi Morinozuka, but he's more commonly known as Mori-Sempai. He's the Strong and Silent type." Well at least he looks his age. "And I am Tamaki Suoh, the princely type. So what's your type princess?" I was about to say I wasn't interested when someone else walked in. "You're late Haruhi," Kyoya said nonchalantly. I whipped around. "Hey Haruhi! I haven't seen you in awhile, and why are you wearing a guy uniform?" "Rose what are you doing here? I thought you were homeschooled?" I was about to answer when I heard my name being shouted down the hall.

Crap, I'm so dead. I bolted to hide behind a chair. Not quick enough. The doors flew open and I saw three figures standing in the door. Crap, crap, CRAP! My life is so not fair! "Excuse me, were looking for a girl. She's our age, shoulder length, kind of caramel blonde hair…wavy, oh and icy blue eyes with like, a dark navy blue ring around the outside of the iris." Then I think Ivy spotted me hiding behind a post. Dammit! Why me? I come out from behind the post and the first person to run me over was Ashton. "We were so worried about you, don't run off like that, the twins and I were looking everywhere for you!" "Ash, let go…can't breathe!" But as soon as he released me from the death grip, I was pulled into a harder one by the twins. Geez! They went on babbling until Kyoya spoke up. "Excuse me Ms. Esory, but we were in the middle of a meeting, so if you please?" I mentally thanked Kyoya. "Were so-""-terribly sorry for interrupting you." Twins…just because there identical, they have to finish each other's sentences. Then Ash had to open his mouth too. They're having a meeting let's go! "Thank you for keeping my little sister out of trouble, she tends to wander off…Hello Haruhi!" She nodded. Then Tamaki spoke up. "It was no problem at all! I hope to see these lovely ladies again soon!" And with that, I dragged them out the door.

In the host club, no one's point of view.

"Well that was interesting, mommy who are they?" Kyoya gave Tamaki a death glare. "The twins were Lilly and Ivy Christianson first year, in class 1-A, and the boy was Ashton Esory, Rose's older brother, he's in our class Tamaki." Tamaki's eyes went wide, thinking about way's he could get Ash to join the host club. He could just see it now, Ashton, the caring type. He has sort of spiked hair that was longer along his face, framing it perfectly. It was the same color as Rose's hair, but slightly more brown. His eyes are the color of the ocean on a bright sunny day, and he was slightly shorter than Tamaki. He would be a perfect host! "Boss? Are you alright?" Hikaru asked. "Men, and Haruhi, we are on a mission to recruit Ashton Esory to be our newest host!" Tamaki started spinning around and started going on about how perfect it would be, while the other hosts just gave him questioning looks. The host club isn't going to get Ash as easy as they thought

A/N: I know it's a short chapter, like, REALLY short, but hey! This is my first fanfic and I need to know if people like it. Trust me, there are more characters coming. Please R&R! If you do you'll get a cookie, and if you find out how I chose Rose's last name you'll get a whole batch! And no, this isn't a self insert fanfic… Rose is my muse so she's going to be in my first story of course.