because i can. i felt like writing this. okay?
also my first fic, drabble or not, so be nice.
yeah, this is just a little drabble. nothing to get excited about. i might have to make this into a drabble series.
Make Believe
For me, to parade through life is the only way to live.
I smile and wave. Put on a little cosplay, do a little show with my brother.
I pretend.
Dancing through life, skimming the surface, as sung in Wicked.
The same goes for all the other hosts. Well, all but one.
Haruhi. The commoner. The girl who's not even supposed to be in the damn host club. Not even supposed to be in the school. The only way she got in was from donations. It makes me slightly frustrated that she can be so natural, when she's the one passing as a boy every day just to pay back a debt to the Host Club.
But in it's own way…
It's kind of funny.
yeah. that's about it. (: