Hey, guys! What's up? How have you guys been? I know I haven't been posting a lot lately and I'm sorry about that. You know, the usual excuses; work, friends, sudden social lives once school starts, and school starting. In other words, shiz got serious. Speaking of serious, one of my relatives told me they might be able to make me an ACCURATE Ouran Academy High School female uniform in time for Halloween! I'm so excited! I just need to figure out how to work the petticoats... Ah well.
Anywhoo, here's some important stuff about this story. I know there's a lot (insert: a billion and one) of stories for Ouran where this random girl comes seemingly out of no-where, gets completely mixed up with the Host Club in this completely improbable (and usually implausible, much to my despair) way, act completely off-the-wall ridiculous ALL THE TIME, has a secret 'dark side' to them that they try their hardest to hide yet it seemingly always comes out around the hosts (in the less well written stories it's quite sooner, and usually with little or no build up or reason), and inevitably falls in love with one of the five single hosts (Hey, why go through all the work of an OC fic and mess up the one established pairing when there's already so many more guys than girls? Although, I admit, not all of them go to one of those five mainly love-interest-less characters - and not of them all have female OCs, either) only for them to find their way back to their dimension/save the world/get married (if they're from the same universe). So yeah, 90% of all the Ouran fics I've read pretty much apply there. I just want you guys to know, while the basic plot is the same (introduce OC, integrate it, usually add complicated love interest, then resolution) I'm not trying to make this the same. Although it is kind of hard to be different when being different is the new mainstream. (So what's the new 'different'? Someone normal?)
Main point I'm trying to make in that last rambling paragraph? Don't freak out because in the first few chapters my OCs act all out-there-crazy like EVERY OTHER OC ON EARTH. I'm going to have them calm down to where craziness is an occasional occurrence, not the constant norm. So, for now, have a good day and I hope you like the story. Enjoy!
Oh, and I almost forgot to add : This story is a self-insert of me and my friend Brooke. The whole story is dedicated to Brooklyn, because without her I'd probably have had fewer concussions.
Disclaimer : I do not own Ouran High School Host Club.
"Bonzai!" my friend Brooke yells as she jumps haphazardly onto the couch, spilling some popcorn from the bowl clutched tightly in her hands.
"You know you're cleaning that up, right?" I say, as I sit down on the other side of the couch, carefully avoiding the stray kernels. Brooke turns her head and sticks her tongue out at me, keeping eye contact as she slowly picked up a piece of popcorn and put it in her mouth.
I roll my eyes and turn towards the TV, grabbing the remote from the arm rest. "So, which episode do you want to watch this time?"
In case you're wondering, let me tell you a bit about ourselves. My friend Brooklyn and I have been friends for a couple years. At first she had moved across the street from me, and I didn't know her very well. But then one day, I invited her to watch anime with me - I had never watched an anime before, and neither had she. We have been friends ever since.
What was that anime? Why, it was none other than Ouran High School Host Club, of course! Since then we've hung out almost every day, and most of the time we end up watching or discussing anime in one way or another, but our favorite has always been Ouran. Although the anime only lasted one season - a fact of which made us both very sad - we have watched the whole season too many times to count. On the days that we didn't hang out, I would write fanfiction or do some research on random parts of animes that we watched, or where they took place (assuming they're on earth or in this dimension, of course.)
Brooke paused in thought, her jaw still in the middle of chewing. "I guess we could watch 'Jungle Pool SOS' again…."
I smirked. "You just want to see Honey shirtless again, don't you?"
Brooke scoffed, offended. "I do not! Jeez, way to be a perv, Mel!" Throwing a throw pillow at me (a common occurrence; It seemed we often had them live up to their names,) she popped another handful of popcorn into her mouth.
"Fine then," Brooke said through the microwaved substance, "How about 'The Twins Fight'? At least that way we get to see Nekozawa serve as some eye-candy."
I snorted, scrolling down to the said episode with the remote. "Yeah, and I'm the perv."
My head was then attacked by the second throw pillow, a prime example of why I tried to avoid having both pillows on the same side of the couch. Well, either way, they were both on my side now. So, next time she'd be the one getting beamed on the head. Mwahahahaha!
My friend said nothing as she settled deeper into the chair, putting her feet up on the glass coffee table we used to hold our cups and DVD cases.
Pressing play, I listened to the first few beats before singing along with the intro at the top of my lungs. Brooke joined in too, before she started choking on the popcorn. I laughed at her for a few seconds before she stopped, and then we both went back to singing, flailing around with wide gestures as we got into the music. At the end we were nearly screaming, bouncing on the couch so much some of the spilled popcorn fell on the floor.
"MAYBE YOU'RE MY LOVE!" We screamed at the TV, before bursting into a fit of giggles. It lasted a few seconds, before our attention was gained once again by the actions on the screen. We had watched the show so many times that if we wanted to we could say all the lines perfectly. In some cases we actually did, but this time we watched it seriously and were completely silent at the episode went on.
We simultaneously squealed when Nekozawa came on screen, looking at each other and laughing before going back to the show. I fangirled as Nekozawa made the offer for the twins to join the black magic club.
"I want to come, Nekozawa!" I shouted, unwittingly flinging the remote across the room. It fell with a bang against the wall and Brooke fell into another fit of giggles.
"Oh, shut up!" I grumbled, as I stood up to retrieve the abused technology. "It's not like you wouldn't go if you got the chance."
Brooke just shrugged, not disputing the statement, and put her feet on my part of the couch, relieving me of my place to sit. When I was walking back to the couch, the TV went dark.
"What the heck?" I mumbled, whacking the remote a few times for good measure. Brooke gave me a 'Did you seriously think that was going to work?' face as she stood up and took the remote from me.
"Gosh, you're an idiot." She said, before taking her turn at whacking the remote just to make sure that it wasn't the problem.
"What are you talking about?!" I exclaimed. "You just did the same thing I did!"
"It's different." She insists, maneuvering around the coffee table on her way to the TV.
"How is it different?" I asked, following her closely, making sure not to step on any stray popcorn and thus grinding it in the living room carpet.
"Because I'm not you." She says, sticking her tongue out at me before looking at the mess of wires behind the TV. "Do you think one of these things could be the problem?"
"Maybe you're the problem." I said sarcastically, shoving her a bit out of the way so I could see the wires.
The living room TV was a big flat-screen, and the shelves it sat on blocked off almost the entire corner. You could see about seventy percent of the wires running behind there, but reaching anything was a pain because you couldn't actually step behind the shelves.
After looking at the jumbled mess for a few seconds, I decided to check if any of them were loose.
"Hold my arm. I'm going to see if I can lean over and push all the cords in place."
Brooke rolled her eyes but did as I asked anyway, bracing her feet on the ground to help make sure she wouldn't let go. Feeling her tight grip on my arm, I leaned behind the TV and reached for the first cable. The first three were okay and easier to reach, but my arms were rather short and the rest were kind of far away.
"I'm going to reach for the next set, okay?" I said, as I shifted my weight in hopes to stretch further. Suddenly my center of gravity changed; I couldn't feel Brooke pulling as much and I fell over. In no more than a second I fell behind the TV, Brooke falling on top of me. All I saw was a quick flash of light before I hit the ground. Then everything went dark.