Hi. In this I have a couple OCs. I know I at least have Jason, Olivia, and Mason. I might make more. This is going to get more romantic as it goes along. The flashbacks are the saddest parts. Don't flame me oryou'll get burned.

Love is just a fantasy that only happens in books,

Or so the twelve-year-old boy thought as he was walking down the street on a Friday afternoon in May. He thought about what just happened.

He was excited; for today was the day he was going to confess his feelings for Olivia. But he was sorely mistaken when he thought today was anything other than heartbreaking. Jason had planned it out perfectly, he would say hello, give her a flower and say," I only wish I could give you a present to match your beauty, but there is no such thing.", then he would confess his love to her, and she would cry in joy and say she returned his feelings. Then his plan went awry when he found out one of his so-called friends, Mason, had asked Olivia before he could, he was heartbroken. So when the school day was over he walked home instead of riding the bus, but he took a detour to the park, sat on a swing, and cried out in anger and agony. He stayed there until he could cry no more. It was about midnight when he started to go home, but he decided to go through the alleyways instead of the main street. But he didn't know how much of a bad idea that was. After he gained some suspicious looking followers he started to run, but they ran faster and caught up to him. Soon he was surrounded by women twice his age that looked drunk and hungry for sex. He didn't want any trouble so he stood there and let them have their fun. He never once cried out. He was like an empty shell of when he had a heart. After the women were satisfied and left, he vowed he would never get close to another human being as long as he lived.

He wasn't looking at where he was walking, so he ran into a man with a small boy on his shoulders. The man had messy black hair, coal black eyes, a stoic expression, and was quite tall. The boy, on the other hand, was the man's polar opposite. He had blond hair, big brown eyes, an expressive face, and was barely taller than the man's hips. The boy fell off the man's shoulders and was caught by Jason. As the boy was being held by him, the tall man was getting nervous about Jason holding his friend. The blond boy realized he was being rude, so he said," Hi, my name is Honey! And this is Mori! Thank you for catching me, it was really nice! What's your name?" Jason was hesitant, but answered anyway. "Hello, my name is Jason Fleming. It's nice to meet you." Mori faintly recognized Jason, but so did Honey. They asked him how old he was and he said," I'm sixteen years old." Mori and Honey were surprised; he looked too young to be sixteen. He asked them the same question. Honey said," We're eighteen." At this Mori and Honey were surprised when Jason didn't ask if they were lying or joking. Then Honey asked," Hey Jason, if you're not too busy, would you joining The Host Club?" Jason was surprised at this, no one ever wanted him to join anything. But he replied," No. if I have enough time for frivolous whims I have even more time for another job." Honey was so saddened by this he started crying. At this Jason walked away.