yay, my first fanfiction! anyway, here's the full description: Haruhi and the host club are living as peacfully as they can in the U.S., when Haruhi gets a knock on her door. She was expecting Tamaki, and is surprised to see the face of a beautiful girl. The girl's name is Juliet, and she shares her past, which is similar to that of Tamaki. Sympathizing with her, he will stop at nothing to find her parents, who she was separated from at a young age. They endure school together, and might just start a new host club; with males and females as hosts. In the end, this adventure brings Haruhi and Tamaki together, as well as the rest of the boys. pairings: Haruhi x Tamaki, Mori x OC, Hikaru x OC. Enjoy! Please review. constructive criticism is welcome, but please, don't be mean. Thanks!

After rolling out of bed, Haruhi walked, groggily, over to her dresser. Today was her first day of school in America; she almost didn't belive it. How could time pass so quickly? She wanted to at least atempt to look nice, instead of just throwing something on like usual. Regardless, as she was packing it slipped her mind that her new school didn't have uniforms like Ouran. So, despite her desire, she ended up wearing an old red t-shirt and capris. When it came to girly clothing, her closet was seriously lacking. Well, she was previously a cross dresser, after all.

She ran a comb through her hair as she walked over to the mirror, and saw the picture of her and Tamaki-senpai that was taped there; forcibly, at that.

"Pleeeeease, Haruhi, keep it there! So every morning you'll look in the mirror and be reminded of me. I'm putting one on my mirror too, We'll match!" he had said in the whiney tone Haruhi had become accustomed to.

Though she had fought tediously with him when he put it there, she gave in to his wish. In all honesty, she didn't mind having the picture. Looking at it always made her smile.

"Oh!" she gasped. Thinking about Tamaki reminded her that he was coming over for breakfast, and she hadn't even started cooking yet. In a hurry she made her way into the kitchen. Well, it wasn't exactly a kitchen, but a small cooking-area. Her appartement was pretty open-concept.

'Hmmm, let's see... What should I make?' she thought, sifting through the refrigerator. After a while she decided on pancakes, because they were the easiest to prepare and she enjoyed them. Tamaki probably would, too. Nonchalantly she poured the mix into a bowl. She stirred with easy concentration that was soon broken by the sound of a knock on the door.

"Come in, Senpai," she yelled.

When nobody answered, she went over and opened the door. She then realized who she was talking to. The face of an unfamiliar girl was was in front of her. "Senpai? Sorry, I don't know who you're talking about. I realized you were knew here and thought i'd say hello. My name is Juliet. I live in the apartment next door." She pointed to the right, and then smiled. "It's nice to meet you."

Haruhi, turning red from the mistake, copied the girl's smile and grabbed the hand she had outstretched. "Sorry, I was expecting someone else. It's nice to meet you too. Someone should be arriving soon, and I'd be honored if you'd join us for breakfast."

"Sure! That'd be lovely! I'd never turn down free food."

That remark reminded Haruhi of herself, and she grinned. "Me neither. I wasn't expecting company other than Tamaki; if I was I would have made something more time-consuming. Are pancakes alright?"

"Pancakes are perfect!" she chimed, taking a seat at the table.

Haruhi tried her best to make small talk; something she was never good at, despite being a host. "Tamaki-Senpai, the other guest I'm expecting, comes from a rich family, so he never really cooks for himself. Every day I make him breakfast, either here or in his own apartment. He lives on the other side of me. I honestly don't mind cooking for him, though. I'm scared that if he ever uses a stove he'd burn the whole place down." She giggled, imagining the scenario. Not burning the place, but him trying to cook.

"Wow, a rich family? That's so cool. So, who is this Tamaki person? He seems pretty important to you, judging by the way you talk about him, wich appears to be rather fondly."

In an attempt to hide her face, and the blush that was growing steadily brighter on it, Haruhi turned to the stove. "Oh. Tamaki-Senpai. I guess you would call him my... boyfriend." The last word was forced out. It was still uncomfortable to say, though she and Tamaki had been an item for quite a while now.

Juliet squealed and clapped her hands together. "Oh, really? That's wonderful! I wish I had someone to call my own. I'm so jealous!"

After piling the last steaming pancake onto the plate, Haruhi walked over to the table and sat.

"mmmmmm, they smell good!" Juliet said, her face lighting up.

"Glad to hear it." Haruhi said, giving the girl an odd look. They were just pancakes.

She had just started pouring syrup onto her cakes when there was another, louder knock on the door.

This time, Haruhi checked to make sure it was Tamaki before she greeted him. "Hi, Senpai."

Catching her by surprise, Tamaki picked her up in a tight embrace and spun her around. "Haruhi! Good morning, darling! Did you sleep well? Are you ready for school today?"

"Yes and yes, now can you please put me down? And don't call me darling."

Reluctantly, he released her. "Awwwww, why not? You are my darling, after all." She protested as he kissed the top of her head. After doing so, he peered around the corner and noticed Juliet sitting at the table. His eyes widened in surprise. "And who is this beautiful lady?"

"Oh, this is Juliet. She lives on the other side of me, and will be joining us for breakfast." Haruhi said.

"I see. It is an honor to be in the presence of such a lovely princess." he grabbed her hand and brought it to his mouth. "You said your name is Juliet? It's a lovely name, for a lovely girl. If I'm correct, and I'm sure I am, its origin is France; my birthplace."

Patches of pink blush appeared on Juliet's pale cheeks. "Oh, goodness, I'm flattered! But I'm just an average girl, really, no need to be so formal."

Haruhi sighed. "Senpai, this isn't the host club, you don't need to act so corny! And don't worry about him, Juliet; he's like this around most girls. It really can't be helped."

Nodding, Juliet said: "Ok. I guess I'll try and get used to it, then. But are you sure it's acting? It seems so... real! Oh, and Tamaki, you said that you were born in France? That's such a nice coincidence, because, well, so was I!"

"See, Haruhi, she appreciates my charm! And wow, really? That's so cool! I can't believe I've met one of my brethren! Now that I think about it I really should have recognized the accent sooner! It's the same as mine!" Tamaki took her into a hug, eyes glowing. "Where in France are you from?"

"First of all, let me say that I still think you're laying it on a little thick, it just doesn't seem like you do it on purpose. In answer to your question, Paris. I don't remember it much, but the recollection I do have is fond. It was beautiful there. I moved out of my family's home when I was three years old. Memories of my parents are scarce. I didn't have any close relatives in the area, so they just sent me to an orphanage. Mom was sick and they thought she was going to die, so she couldn't take care of me. I never did find out if she lived. And for my father, I hate him. he left her alone before I was born; I never even knew him. If he would have stayed, I might still know my family." Tears welled up in her eyes, but before they could fall, she wiped them away. "I'm sorry, I shouldn't have said so much."

Haruhi tilted her head down slightly, and put her hand on the girl's shoulder. "Don't be sorry. That's so sad."

"Yeah, but I'm all right." Juliet said, obviously forcing a smile.

Slowly Tamaki's lip began to quiver. Tears welled up in his eyes, and he grabbed Juliet for yet another hug. "That's so sad! I know what it's like to be disconnected from one's family. I wasn't able to see my own mother for many years. We were recently reunited, though, and I'm very happy about that. I promise that soon the same will happen with you and your mother. I will make it so with my own two hands!"

"Oh, Tamaki, please don't do anything rash. I'm glad you got to see your mother again, but there is no need to go to such extents for me. We just met, after all. I wouldn't feel right about it."

"When we met does not matter! I refuse to stand by and watch a tragedy such as yours without doing anything about it!" Tamaki said. He pointed his finger in the air and had the determined look in his eyes that almost everyone who knew him dreaded.

"Juliet, if I were you, I'd just leave him be. Once he's set his heart on something, he overreacts and there's no stopping him."

In the background, Tamaki started whining and shouting complaints. "I did NOT overreact to this! Haruhi! How dare you say that about me! Don't you love me?" The girls did their best to ignore him.

"How do you put up with that? I guess it's love."

"You must be right. So, we should get back to your story. You said that you were put in an orphanage. How did you end up in America, then?" asked Haruhi.

"Well, I don't want to sound like I'm bragging or anything, but I'm pretty smart. The orphanage owner thought it would be good for my education to come study here. I got here just a few weeks ago, actually." Juliet said.

Haruhi smiled. "That was a nice thing for them to do."

Their conversation was disrupted by the sound of loud footsteps coming from down the hall outside. There was yet another knock on the door, and when she opened it Haruhi felt like she was being mobbed. In walked the rest of the host club members, minus Renge, who stayed in Japan and was their manager. Being manager, she didn't really count as a member anyway.

Honey jumped off of Mori and into Haruhi's arms, talking so fast that Haruhi could barely understand him. Mori waved, expressionless, and she sighed. It was going to be a long morning.