{Authors Note}
So I haven't stopped writing my other Ouran story, I promise! It's just that I had a dream last night that really convinced me to write this story. Lol. Enjoy! :) ~ E
**Everything is from the POV of my OC (PJ- who is a girl), unless otherwise stated.
**right now rated T because I'm not sure where I'm going but possiable lemon-y smut to come. So rating is subject to change.
Let me just throw this out there now. I am the most socially awkward and unsocial person anyone has ever met. Except thats wrong. Very few people meet me. The amount of talking I do is... Well... Limited to say the least.
Now although I am the most unpleasant person to ever meet, or be partnered with, I have to point out now, that I am a major nerd. That makes up for not communicating right? I wish. I get eaten alive by real people for being the silent nerdy girl, with, get this, a guys name! I brought this all on myself. I ask people to call me PJ because my real name is stupid. My mom gave it to me, so of course it's as bad as a name could be.
I suppose I brought the nerdy on myself as well, it's a sort of unhealthy obsession that came out of my pure hate of people. I have spent more hours on Netflix than I have anything else. I have watched everything there can possibally be a oversized fandom over, from Doctor Who to Supernatural to Sherlock and Startrek. Not to mention the websites I spend too much time on... Imgur, Reddit, Tumblr and even DeviantArt! And anime. Don't get me started on it! Dude, I love it. The art, the stories, the imagination... It's everything I want to be but can't. Because... I confine myself... By not talking. It's an evil loop.
My mom, the she-devil that she is, thought that she could make me more social by getting me into the most exclusive collage ever. It's called HIS (Highly Intelligent Students) University. Now, for a school with such stature might I say now the name sucks and is the most uncreative thing I have ever heard that makes me want to gag. Sorry... I just had to get that little rant out to somebody. Becuase I'm not gonna rant to my dorm mate! She's one of the Ouran girls. The exclusive school, Ouran Highschool, likes to feed their students into HIS, the school is practically part of Ouran Highschool, except it's a collage. And has a dumb name.
All of the important Ouran kids go here, and then there's me. I blend, but that's it. I'm pretty sure I'm the only one here who isn't here by choice, and is riding on scholarships. Yes, to make things worse I'm practically paying for this myself. The school is paying me to stay here with all of my "talent". Whatever.
Every proper little bitch and bastard in this school walk past me without a second glance. But I can feel the judgement. Especially that host club. They all moved up and practically own the place. Every insane girl here bows at their feet like maidens presenting themselves to princes. Not one girl here dosen't have an eye on them.
According to my over talkative dorm mate, Diana... or something like that... The club members have to each choose a girl to marry before they graduate because once they graduate they will be so busy with the family companies getting their futures lined out, they won't have anytime for fun. So they have to have as much fun as possiable now.
I'm sure they do. My dorm mate is always at their parties trying to get the attention of one of them... Hive... Buzz... Um... Some kid with a weird name that reminded me of Bees.
While she is out making useless attempts to flirt I do a lot of what I'm doing right now. Computering, as I like to call it. This is the best thing to name it. Nothing else can describe this gloriousness.
Right now I'm sitting infront of the four computer screens on my desk. With each of them open to a different thing. The far left is playing an episode of Soul Eater, the second on the left is open to Reddit, the second to the right is on that history essay I'm suppose to be writing, but I'm not, and the far right is open to a little music mixing program I designed myself. I have my favorite, big white sound canceling headphones pulled on over my über light brown hair, that is currently an unbrushed mess, and two keyboards infront of me. One is the normal typing kind, and the other is an electronic piano plugged into the computer. Empty roman noodle cups litter my desk along with enough empty cans of mountain dews to build the empire state building. The glass IBC cream soda bottles don't make it look any better. My desk looks like somebody had a party on it. But no, it's just me.
To be honest, I haven't been to class in several days. The only times I have left my rolly chair here is to pee, and to get some food, or a drink. I have slept at this desk, just goofing around on the Internet. There is actually still an imprint of half my keyboard on my face, I can feel half the alphabet engrained in my face. It sucks.
Even through the sound of my mixed music and the noise cancelation I could hear the door of the dorm fly open and hit the wall. I turned around and flinched at the sight of the light coming from the hallway.
My deep blue eyes struggled to focus on the girl standing in the door way. It's that roommate chick... Who's name still escapes me... Darby?
"I see you haven't moved!" She said all too cheerfully as she flicked on the lights.
My slightly vampire like side suddenly took over and I began to wimper as I pulled my fuzzy Star Wars blanket over my head to protect my pale skin.
My room mate's bleach blond curles burned in the corner of my vision as she threw herself down on her bed.
"So..." She started. I immediately began to tune her out... "I saw the host club!..." Blah, Blah. Something... something... Social people crap... Then something she said stood out. "I saw your mom! Anyway I told her how to get to our room. She said she needed to talk to you and I said you don't talk and she said she knows..."
I tuned her useless drabble out again. I got the important part. Mom. Is. Coming. I glanced at the bed with an huge unorganized pile of crap on it. Suddenly alive again I snatched the detangling spray and my brush off the top and tired to make my hair look like is has been brushed in the past 5 days. Then I pulled a neon green workout tank top and some sophie shorts off of the top and pulled them on with jogging shoes.
All in less than three minuets. I'm that good. I loaded my new mix onto my phone as quickly as possiable and strapped it to my arm with one of those exercise iPhone holding things. After hooking my favorite headphones to my phone I jogged in the center of the room as if warming up for a run.
Over the blasting of the mix I could hear Debi or whatever yell, "Well that got you up! Dang!"
As soon as she finished pronouncing the last bit of the G in dang, the door flew open for the second time today.
"Deguchi!" My mom called out as she did that weird air kiss greeting with my room mate. No wonder why I couldnt remember her name. I'm suppose to call her D. That is, if I ever address her.
"PJ!" My mother turned to me. Her hair, which was dyed at terrible unnatural obviously poorly dyed shade of red, seemed to be on fire. Her mood immidatly shifted.
"I got a call from the school that you haven't been to a class all week! And you haven't even given the teachers a reason why! Why are you doing this?" Her eyes pleaded. But I remained silent.
I started to jog towards the door.
My mom turned to D, "Where is she going?"
D shrugged, "The park just down the road off campus I suppose, she runs there a lot."
"Oh! PJ darling! Take me too on your adventure!" the insane woman flailed after me. Well... I stuck with this freak now. Thanks a lot for your help Debra. I rolled my eyes at my own sarcastic joke. I really need somebody to laugh with me. Sometimes this just gets akward. With myself. Yeah. It's that bad.
I jogged across the street away from the cheap girls dorm, and down the Western stretch towards the park. My mom followed closely on my heels, which is shocking considering the size of the heels she is wearing. They must be at least 5 inches.
As we neared the park I could see a bundle of girls following those red headed host guys who look alike. I don't know their names either, something like Hicky and Koala.
"Oooh!" My mom squealed like one of those fangirls who follows them. "The Hitachiin twins! Their mothers clothing is simply wonderful! I must speak to them!"
Soon she had forgotten all about me and pushed forward past me and through the pack of girls. As soon as she set forward I turned on my heels and full out ran in the opposite direction of her. Leaving her behind in the park. I ran 5 blocks down the street and past my dorms to continue 4 more blocks, make a left, and continue four more.
By the time I had made it to the medium park area in the center of the richer dorms, I was panting like crazy. I collapsed into the cool blades of the perfectly cut green grass and glared at the dorms the size of small houses. This was like on site housing for the super rich. They even come with maids, or so I hear.
I took my headphones off and closed my eyes, to better listen to the conversations of the people walking around on the small path around the pond in the center.
I heard one guy I don't recognize say, "I heard there was a crazed lady in the big park who was running around looking for a 'PJ' I don't think anybody named that even goes here! She also attacked some of the twins' fangirls and beat one of them with her 6 inch heels."
I feel like that is sort of overstating what ever craziness mom might be stirring up, but it works for me.
I pulled my phone off of my arm and looked up the phone number for the near by mental hospital and rehab center, Willow Springs.
A lady picked up after the second ring, "Hi, Willow Springs how may I help you?"
"Yes." I responded in the voice of the man I heard conveying the story to his friend. See, I have this odd ability to mimic voices like a parrot. So right now I'm playing helpful guy. "I would like to report a possible escaped patient. There is a crazed lady who is running around the central park of HIS University. She is attacking students and convinced she is younger than she actually is."
"Oooh... Description?"
I responded in the guys voice again, "Uh, yea, she is mid hight. Has weird red hair, is wearing black 5 inch heels, and a sluttly tight hot pink dress. Her makeup is also crap. She looks like she is an escaped performer from the vampire zombie strip club."
"Alright! I will send a medical extraction crew right way! Thank you!"
Not even ten minuets after I called an insane asylum padded truck came rushing past. The has the bright Willow Springs emblem on the side. Smiling to myself I put my headphones back on, laid back in the grass and closed my eyes, ready to sleep.
Just I was starting to drift off somebody gabbed the top of my headphones and yanked them off. My eyes shot open. I stared up into what at first sight, I could have sworn was an angel. A gorgeous, tall skinny blond with almost violet eyes stood over me. Then I realized he was the leader of the crazed Host Club pack. Tammy Kiki or something.
"How did you mimic that guy? I heard that! Why did you mimic that guy?" He demanded, almost too quickly for me to follow.
I shrugged awkwardly into the grass, entranced by his eyes.
"Was the crazy lady your mom? Sister? Friend? Who are you? Do I know you?"
You idiot. I have like all of my core classes with you. I'm just so invisible.
"Gosh. Why so quiet? Fine then. I'll ask just two questions you have to answer then I'm done. Number one: You are so pretty. I can see it in your eyes. Why let it go to waste? And number two: who are you again?"
Flirty bumbling idiot. I shrugged and pointed at the park bench four feet to my right. I was going for the P in PJ with park bench but I suppose I wasn't clear enough.
"Park bench? That can't be your name." He leaned in closer.
"I am Iron Man!" I said in my best impression of Robert Downey Jr.
He shook his head, I tried again, "I am Thor! Son of Odin! Guardian of Asguard!" I had Chris Hemsworth down man.
"Come on princess, a name, that's all..."
Somewhere deep in the blackest pit of my stomach a butterfly popped up. 'He called me princess!' something freakish and girly squeaked.
"I'm she-who-must-not-be-named." I said in a perfect british accent. That is my final answer.
He shrugged, "Ok... Ok... Dense much...?" He muttered.
As he said that I made a move to stand up. I have to get away from this freak. I have already spoke too much. He knows I can mimic. I started away from him, out of the park.
He followed closely on my heels like a lost puppy. I just want to go to my dorm and serf the web in peace dang it! I'm going to have to shake the freak off my tail. Or go somewhere he won't like.
I started for my favorite building on campus. It's the biggest most complicated, most exclusive of them all. There is no way he is familiar with this place. I can shake him here, and go back to the comfort of my cave.
I stopped on the steps and looked up, marveling at the size of the building for a split second like I always do, then I continued inside. Just inside the door way there was a small bundle of girls whispering about a "Tamaki"... So that's the name of the creep following me. As soon as he came in the door behind me the girls mobbed him like ants on an ant pile. He soon disappeared into them. Leaving me free to slip away and into my favorite room.
Its a Friday, so a lot of people are out screwing around, not working in an arts building. Yeah. That's right. I drug this stupid preppy boy into the arts building. He won't know what's hit him. In this building we have all of the theater related things, all of the music related things and all of the traditional art related things. There is also some dance and architecture and other stuff thrown in there because basically this building the the campus creative cesspool.
My favorite room was a fair sized one with plenty of room to act or dance in the large empty floor space. The only size able thing in the room is a grand piano tucked into the corner. This is for practicing for musicals or dances. I am the only person to use this practice room. There are honestly so many all of the arts students could be assigned their own.
I sat down at the seat of the glowing white piano, and glared at my music. (Which was still here from the last time I was in here 5 days ago.) Its the tryout part for the schools first big musical. Yea. We are only two weeks into the school year (although I skipped one.) and there is already musical plans. I flipped through the part lazily. I plan to the out although this week I missed all of the important meetings about the musical I'm sure.
We are doing an production of the musical Wicked. I'm trying for Elphaba, of the Wicked Witch of the West. The one originally played by Idina Menzel, but I'm not going to mimic her in this case. Believe it or not I do have my own skills. The part the girls have to preform no matter what part they want is the song Defying Gravity. The duet between Elphaba and Glenda.
Although I have played the song very little my fingers instantly knew what to do when they hit the piano keys. I began to play the opening to the part.
When I got to the first chorus when I sing, "It's time to trust my instincts, close my eyes and leap... Its time to try defying gravity! I think I'll try defying gravity! And you can't pull me down!" I stood up from the piano and started singing to the room, and quit playing the piano.
I moved to the empty area of the room and sang the part to the best of my ability with my eyes closed. Imagining the view of the black crowd from the stage and all of the props and lights. Little did I notice that the piano part came back, although I wasn't playing.
In my chorus Glenda the good witch cuts in with I line I usually wait out in silence until I can continue with my part. But I heard somebody sing her part, "Can't I make you understand, you're having delusions of grandeur."
That's when I opened my eyes and turned around. Sitting at the piano, looking rather tussled, was that Tamaki guy I was trying to loose.
I gasped, "You?"
He turned on the piano bench to face me, "So you can talk!", he grinned ear to ear, "And sing too! You can be your own person! And now I know who you are!"
Oh really? Nobody else has heard me sing. I'm unamused blondy. I crossed my arms as if to say, 'go on, tell me'.
"You!" He pointed at me, "Are that very important scholarship girl, who all the higher ups call the Angel of the Arts. They have high hopes for you! You are very creative and have skills in almost every artistic thing we have here! You were given a full ride from the board with hopes that you will be very successful in all fields of art!"
My mouth dropped open. How... Did... He... Know... All I did was sing a few bars!
Tamaki gave me a look from an odd angle, that somehow made him more attractive, "I know because my dad works with the collage board. I saw a picture of you with the arts applications. Although I must say you were in better shape in the picture." See? Now he's judging. Typical.
I rolled my eyes and didn't respond.
He rose and approached me, he then put his hands on my shoulders. A shiver went down my spine. I dislike human contact.
"Unsocial again I see." I could feel him looking right at me, but I avoided his gaze and studied the ground.
"Well I have a plan! You are now the host clubs new project! Beginning tomorrow we will make you a socially acceptable, kind, beautiful young lady fit for every man! To show your shining talent off to everyone!" He shook me violently by the shoulder as he almost shouted his evil plan.
I looked up at the ceiling and said the longest phrase of words I have said in a long time, "Oh dear lord, save me now."
Although I didn't look back at Tamaki I could tell he was smiling at the fact he had gotten 7 words out of me today.
{Authors note!}
Whoop! Got that out! Yay! Well, I plan to write more ASAP! But I can't promise regular updated for a while. It's a crazy time of year. But following and faving will help you keep up for when I do! :) thanks! I also love love reviews and ideas! OC ideas are also welcome! ~ E
