Haruhi neared the meeting place and smiled, Hikaru was sitting under the shade of the tree, his back against the trunk of the tree. His head was leaning back, eyes closed, Haruhi worried he might be asleep. That was until his eyes shot open and he turned his head towards her. A grin stretched across his face.
"About time," he said as she sat beside him.
"Shut up," she leaned against his shoulder, "Vira kept me after my shift; we were really busy today," she told him, "She also told me to tell you 'get well', care to explain?" she eyed him suspiciously. The two worked together at a local restaurant, Haruhi was a waitress while Hikaru was a dishwasher. They didn't make much, but they didn't need much either, after all they still lived with Haruhi's father, Ranka.
"Well, I couldn't prepare this if I was at work, now could I?" Hikaru gestured to the other side of the tree; Haruhi had to lean over him to see it. It was a beautifully prepared picnic, complete with a small bouquet of pink roses. Haruhi gasped at the sight, she quickly regained herself then looked back up at Hikaru, who was grinning at her reaction. Her eyes narrowed as she leaned across him once more to grab a strawberry from a dish. Her eyes flicked from the berry to Hikaru, and back to the berry.
"So Hikaru…" she looked back at him while she took a bite of the berry. He was reaching over to get a small bowl of white grapes; he sat back up and popped one in his mouth.
"Yes, Haruhi?" he smiled at her.
"What's the special occasion and/or what did you do to something of mine?" she snatched a grape out of his hand and popped it into her mouth. He gave her a playful glare then answered her.
"Do I have to have a reason to have a picnic with the woman I love?" he crossed his arms behind his head and leaned back against the tree, looking at Haruhi sideways.
"Not usually," she admitted, "but the usual picnics we have are never this…" she looked for the correct word.
"Extravagant?" He gave her a sideways glance then smiled at her.
"Expensive," she corrected him.
"Ah, well that's just it, I didn't spend a dime," he said.
"Then how did-"
"Yohei helped a bit," he closed his eyes once more.
Yohei was one of the cooks they worked with, he was a hopeless romantic. If there was something you wanted to plan, Yohei was your man. Haruhi giggled.
"Ah," She looked at Hikaru, who looked like he was getting a little too comfy. "Hey," she poked him in the side, "You can't go to sleep yet, you promised," his arms shot down to protect his ticklish sides.
"When did I promise?" He raised his eyebrows.
"This morning when you told me to meet you," she said simply.
"What exactly did I say?"
"You said 'Meet me after work,' I said no because I wanted to go home and read, you said and I quote, 'bring the book and I'll read it to you.' Then I made you promise," she took a book out of her bag and handed it to him. He groaned as he took it.
"Fine," he sighed and looked at the book spine, "Poetry? Are you sure you're feeling okay?" he laughed.
"Shut up, Megumi is forcing me to read it."
"Yeah, sure she is," he chuckled. Haruhi lay down on their small blanket, using Hikaru's legs for a pillow. She stared up at the sky in between the branches and waited for Hikaru to start reading. Hikaru opened the book and a white envelope dropped out from in between the pages, he picked it up and opened it. Hearing the papers rustle, Haruhi's eyes flicked to Hikaru, whose eyes were scanning the letter she had gotten recently. She sat up.
"Hey!" she snatched the letter from his hand, "Don't read my mail!" he smiled at her.
"Your scholarship got accepted," he smiled at her, nodding his head in approval. Hikaru and Haruhi both applied for scholarship to Ouran Academy. And school started the next week.
"I… I wasn't going to tell you until you got your letter," She told him, he in turn chuckled.
"Well," he pulled something out of his back pocket and held it up, "I got mine two weeks ago," he handed her the folded envelope. She took it and slowly took out the letter, she read it and a hand covered her smiling lips, her eyes glittering in excitement.
"We're going to the same school!" she squeaked.
"We're going to the same school," he repeated.
"We're going to the same school!" she hugged him with such force that he fell over. He looked up to her from where she had accidently pinned him to the ground, her long brown hair falling onto his face. She leaned down to meet his lips. He wrapped his arms around her and she slid one of her hands under his head.
"As touching as this is, I have to tell you you're gathering a lot of looks, and even scarred an old lady," at the familiar voice, Haruhi rolled off Hikaru and sat up, blushing.
"Dad!"
"Ranka!" Hikaru groaned from where he was still lying on the ground.
"What? I came to tell you that I had the day off and when you weren't at home, well… I knew you'd be here, and… Oh, are those cream puffs?"
"Yes they are, Ranka, help yourself," Hikaru waved his hand over the food as he sat up and Ranka dug in.
A/N I gotta say, I'm so fudgin' excited for this project!
Anyways, review kay? 'Till next time, Loves-
Ally-chan Ravenwood
