A/N: This is just a little something that I decided to write on a whim. Yeah, I was bored, okay? I'll admit it. I know that it's a bit short of a chapter, but I think that little chapters for a miniseries like such is fitting. Maybe it's not. Hell, I don't know... At any rate, I hope that I'll update a lot faster than I usually do...Anyway, thanks for clicking on this story and you may read on. ^^

Disclaimer: I do not own Ouran High School Host Club. *insert clever comment here*

They were all of eight years old when they first met in the Grantaine family's garden. He thought he knew that no one would find him in the garden. She knew that she shouldn't wander around. But she wandered and stumbled upon him. She walked up to the boy slowly and realized that he had been crying.

"Hello? Are you okay?" she put a hand on the boy's shaking shoulder.

He looked up with large, indigo eyes and nodded. "Who are you?" he sniffed.

"I could ask you the same thing. This is private property, you know…" she replied, her eyes wandering.

"My name is René Tamaki Richard de Grantaine. I live here. Who are you?" he asked again.

A bit flustered at her mistake, the girl quickly stumbled out her name, "M-My name is Antoinette DanielleRousseau. My mother is a maid here. I know that I shouldn't have been wandering around, but, but… I'm sorry." She looked down in shame at her blunder. "I'll go away now…"

"Wait," Tamaki grabbed the girl's wrist as she turned to leave. "W-Will you be my friend?"

Antoinette cocked her head to the side and looked down at where the boy had latched himself onto her wrist. "…No."

"Why not?" Tamaki pouted.

Antoinette looked up slightly into the boy's eyes. "You live in an estate. I'm your maid's daughter."

"So?" he prodded, still not letting go of the girl's wrist. "Am I not good enough to be your friend?" The boy was clearly dense, Antoinette noted.

"Let me try that again… You, Young Master Grantaine," she began.

"Call me Tamaki. That's what Maman and Papa call me."

He clearly wasn't paying attention. "Fine then, Young Master Tamaki, you're a lot higher than me in social standing. What would people think of you if we became friends?"

Tamaki thought it over for a moment. "They would think that I have very good taste in friends to have such a cute girl around me?" He gave her a charming smile. Antoinette couldn't help but blush slightly at the compliment.

"N-No. They'll think that you're not good enough to make more influential friends," she explained. Her father had often told her these sorts of things when she was young.

"Why can't I be friends with everyone?" he asked dumbly. Antoinette sighed and walked out of the garden, with Tamaki close behind. "Hey! Why won't you answer me?"

"I'm the maid's daughter. I'm supposed to follow commands and be at your service. That's why."

Tamaki stopped following her and grew quiet. "Commands, huh? Well, I suppose that I could command that you be my friend, right?"

"…I suppose so."

The little boy thought this over for a moment before smiling. "But I won't do that to you, Antoinette. I want you to become my friend because you want to. But that doesn't mean that I won't stop trying to convince you," he winked, causing her to blush slightly.

"You can try, but I won't give in. I promise you that!"

Tamaki giggled, "We'll see. I'll talk to you again, mon amie, Antoinette…" With that, he went back into the garden, leaving the girl all alone with a confused expression plastered to her face.