Haruhi ran as fast as she could down the hallways of Ouran Academy. If she didn't show up early to Host Club she wouldn't get the chance to study until late that night. She reached the doors, threw them open, and froze. Then turned around, walked out and closed them behind her.
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Tamaki looked over, towards the doors. "Did you just hear a door slam?" Kyoya looked down at him, "It was probably nothing."
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Hikaru and Kaoru walked leisurely toward the doors of the third music room. Standing right in front of the doors was Haruhi, leaning on the wall, her face deathly white. They reached for the doors.
"I wouldn't suggest opening those." Her face was still that pale white color.
"Why?" Now she was smirking, just a little bit, but enough.
"I opened them just a minute ago and I saw Mommy and Daddy wrestling on the couch."
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Okay, stupid? Yes. Pointless? Yes. Did I have fun writing it? Heck Yes!