Hello! Umm... this is my debut so please don't be too harsh on me =) There will be more chapters coming up so please wait up. R&R!
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Tic-Tac Tic-Tac...
To Haruhi the clock was going slower than ever. It's not like she was nervous. Why would she be? It was a mere reunion with her high school friends. And even IF she was nervous it was only normal because she was going to being surrounded by a group of incredibly rich, handsome, sweet, crazy, HOT, and self-centered but at the same time giving men. Did I mention hot?
The last time she saw them was at the graduation. Tamaki had moved to France just as his grandmother had asked him to. Kyoya was who knows were with who knows who... She had kept in touch with Hunny-sempai and Mori-sempai, and they were doing pretty well. The twins... well... actually, she had just realized she didn't know what the twins did. Every time they were around the only thing she could focus on was a safe escape route in case of emergency.
Now that she thought about it how would they look at her? Like a girl in a train station who was giving mortal glares at her innocent clock? Did she look more mature or did she look the same as she did in her youth. Well right now the only thing she was able to concentrate on was that stupid clock that didn't want to bring the train!
The last time she had saw the six handsome boys together was like a beautiful fairytale (except that it had a lot of tears and pranks and something she considered a terrorist attack but the twins insisted on calling it their "good-bye signature") and suddenly one day Hunny-sempai calls saying that the host club was going to have a reunion with that sweet accent of his that confused her even more than the fast and happy monologue he was having. Haruhi was abruptly pulled back of her memories by the train she had being waiting for. In less than ten minutes she would meets with the host club....
Tic-Tac TicTac...
The closer the train moved the more anxious and nervous she grew. It was torture!
At last, the speakers announced her stop and with an unconscious movement she was already in front of the door waiting for the damn train to open its doors. It finally stopped and as soon as she got off the train she was awestruck with the shower of roses that accompanied the six handsome men in front of her.
