It was my first day at Ouran High School, and I was nervous. I was uncomfortable wearing the girly school uniform, as I was not a girly girl, and there was no required uniform back in Oregon, in the United States, where I had previously lived. I was starting now, in the spring, right when all of the cherry blossoms were in bloom. I had never seen anything so beautiful back in the states.
I still had not been able to figure out who my anonymous scholarship to Ouran High had been from. One day, I had recieved a package in the mail. It included a scholarship for my last 2 years of high school at Ouran Academy, a plane ticket to Japan, and an address to a small but expensive apartment where I would be living on my own. I was nervous. I was only 16, and already living by myself. My mom almost hadn't let me leave.
I made it through the first half of the day and at lunch I decided to do some exploring. My biggest discovery was made in Music Room 3. Expecting it to be like Music Rooms 1 and 2, I opened the door. What I recieved was a giant "Welcome!" from a blond guy, a pair of cute twins, a little boy, a tall, black-haired man, a handsome nerd, and a girl.
"What's this all about?" I asked.
"Oh, you must be the new American student," the nerd said. "This is Ouran Academy's host club."
"You mean... like a cleaner version of an escort service?" I inquired, unimpressed.
The blond dude came over to me. He looked like a total douchbag. He put his hand on my back, leaned me back a bit, and put his face to mine.
"It doesn't have to be clean, for with your beauty, I may not be able to resist," he said in a cheesy fake voice. I pushed him away.
"No thanks. And will you please refrain from touching me? I'm disturbed," I demanded, not at all dazzled. He looked shocked, then ran over to the corner and fell to his knees, looking grim.
"You're the first girl to turn Tamaki down," the twins said in perfect unison. Then they slapped me high-fives.
"Who are you guys?" I asked. The nerd took over to reply.
"I am Kyoya Ohtori. These guys," he said, gesturing to the twins, "are Hikaru and Kaoru Hitachin," they are Mitsukuni Haninozuka," this time he gestured to the little boy, "and Takashi Morinozuka, often called Hunny and Mori, this is Haruhi Fujioka, and-" he got cut off by a lordly voice.
"And I... am Tamaki Suoh, king of the host club," the douchebag said.
"It's better if you ignore him," said Hikaru.
"Yeah, he's a nuisance," Kaoru chimed in. I giggled at their comment.
"What's your name?" Hunny asked, the cutest smile on his face.
"I'm Sammi," I said.
"Nice to meet you, Sammi-chan!" he said, the same enthusiastic cuteness in his voice. "This is Bun-Bun!" he said, pointing to the stuffed bunny in his left hand. "And this is chocolate-strawberry cake!" he added, holding up the plate in his right hand, which contained a large slice of cake.
"Why do you guys have a little boy and a girl in you host club?" I asked.
"What, there's no girl here!" Tamaki jumped in front of Haruhi, making it all the more obvious.
"Oh, I get it, I'm not supposed to know she's a girl. Cool. I won't tell," I winked.
"As for Hunny, he's actually a third year," Kyoya informed me.
"He's older than me?!" I asked, astonished. I couldn't believe it. I glanced at mori, sitting in the windowsill.
"Hey, do you ever talk?" I asked him, smiling.
"Sometimes," he repied, smiling back at me. His voice was nice and comforting, soft and somewhat deep.
"Just checking." I said, before looking back to the rest of the club members. "Am I allowed to cill with you guys without being a customer?"
"Chill?" Tamaki asked, a confused look on his face.
"I know what that means!" Hunny exclaimed. He was now holding a vanilla cupcake. "It means to hang out, right?"
"Yeah," I replied, smiling slyly.
"Sure. We like you," Hikaru and Kaoru said, smiling.
"Yay!" I said, happily. I had found my first friends at Ouran High...
