Camille grabbed the handle to Ouran Academy's Music Room 3, home of the Ouran Host Club. She remembered her new friend, Haruhi, telling her about the club.

"It's basically a club where hot and rich guys flirt with rich girls, both having too much free time," Haruhi had said.

Camille both wasn't rich and, in her opinion and in the opinion of her tormentors, pretty. She had honey-colored hair that went a few inches past her shoulders, bright and hazel eyes, carried a thick-clothed bag, and wore a dark blue dress because she refused to wear the nasty yellow of the girls' uniform. Her family wasn't poor, but also wasn't extravagantly rich. Her father was a high-paid mechanical engineer and her mother was a medium-paid software engineer. Camille's family, including herself, were originally from America, but the company that her parents both worked at moved to Japan. Her family followed and she spent her summer learning Japanese. The only reason why she had been able to go to Ouran Academy was because she was working afterschool. Camille chuckled.

It was now two months into her second year of high school.

"Remember, you're not here to fall in a dopey love with a boy. You are here to research for a romance novel," A voice in Camille's head warned her as she prepared to pull open the door. She pulled open the door and watched in awe as rose petals fluttered out of the room past her head. She entered the room and saw boys that she recognized from other grade levels and some in her own sitting at little couch-and-coffee-table stations with girls surrounding them in yellow glob. She rolled her eyes. She looked at Haruhi as she looked up from her own mob of girls and waved. Haruhi got herself away from the girls and walked over to Camille in her boy uniform. The host moved her into a corner away from the other hosts that she wouldn't be confused as a client, but yet she was close enough that she could still hear them. Camille sighed as Haruhi walked back to the girls "he" was supposed to entertain.

Camille moved to take her notepad and pen out of her bag when she heard a pen scratch to her right.

"So, you're the American that Haruhi had told us about," Kyoya said while adjusting his glasses. Camille blushed lightly at the title and looked in the boy's eyes. He smiled a smile of slight amusement and left her.

Camille quickly focused back on her notes for lovey-dovey lines.

She felt like she was going to puke listening to Tamaki, a feeling of awkwardness listening to Haruhi, and a fit of squealing listening to Hikaru and Kaoru and Mitsukuni/Honey. Camille sighed as she closed her notebook with five pages of lines-almost a page per person-and lean back in her chair. The last of the girls were now leaving and she stood up to leave when the twins closed the door right before she went through the doorway.

"Don't think we aren't going to let you get notes without getting something out of you," Tamaki said, making Camille flush with embarrassment.

"I…I don't think I could pretend to be a boy like Haruhi, though," Camille said while looking down at the ground. A chortle of laughter followed.

"We aren't going to have you do that. We already have Haruhi," Kyoya said, receiving a snicker from the twins, and he swept down into a bow, "I have the honor of working with you on making sure the club stays in its budget. Don't say that you can't do or like math, we have checked your grades and your interests, Miss Electrical-Engineer-Wannabe." Camille's head drooped forward.

"Well, I guess I have no other choice," Camille said and the Host Club smiled.

"The other reason is that you know that Haru-chan is a girl!" Honey said, making Camille's face turn serious.

"Really. I've known Haruhi for at least a year, and you guys don't trust me! Geez, I didn't know these guys that you hang with, Haruhi, were so dense," Camille said, the Host Club, excluding Haruhi, Mori, and Kyoya, became white with extreme shock. Honey was close to tears.

"I'm not dense…am I, Cami-chan?" Honey asked Camille, who immediately felt bad.

"I wasn't meaning you. You're not dense. I was meaning that Tamaki is kindof dense, and you're too cute to be dense," Camille replied and the twins started to laugh at their saddened "king." Tamaki quickly snapped out of the funk and he and the other Host Club members except for Kyoya moved to the door.

"Well, it's time for us to go home. Have a good night of budgeting!" Tamaki said over his shoulder, dragging Haruhi out behind him. Camille reached to the door and discovered it was locked from the outside.

"Hey, what the hell? What are you guys playing at?" Camille angrily yelled at Kyoya, who just took it as straight as a tack.

"We need to account…and you said we were dense. But I guess you could be a hypocrite," Kyoya said and she blushed.

"Fine…just so that you know, I won't enjoy it," Camille said while crossing her arms and Kyoya, oddly, smiled.

"Good," the vice-president host said while leading her to a table with a file folder on it, "Here are this month's bills. You take this half, and I'll take this half." Camille watched awe as Kyoya quickly split the one pile of bills into two. She reached for the graphing calculator on her bag when the host put his hand on hers to stop it.

"No calculators, only pens and paper," Kyoya stated and Camille slumped. Both sat at each end of the table and quickly started calculating the totals.

Camille shook in surprise as she looked at her final total around fifteen minutes later.

"You...you guys have spent…¥7,992,169.94…in half a MONTH!" She yelled in surprise and Kyoya looked up.

"Well, that was also when we had a large party to entertain our guests on the first day of school. That was probably half of it," the boy said while going back to his work.

"That's, like, 100,000 dollars in American money!" Camille slumped onto the table, "Oh well, you guys are rich, right…you guys will be able to pay for this."

Kyoya looked up again, this time showing another entertained smile.

"At least you've understood this at a rate faster than Haruhi," he met her embarrassed gaze with his own, oddly, playful one, "Maybe you aren't as dense as I first thought."

Kyoya immediately became flustered and stood up, grabbing both his and Camille's papers. He unlocked the door with haste and ran out the door, leaving Camille both confused and embarrassed.