Right. Today, I finished the first week of school at Ouran. Sorry I didn't write earlier, but seriously, it's my first week in a new COUNTRY and you expect daily updates? Yeah right. I'll be doing things I need to do. Not just random things for your entertainment… Go do something else… Bully a small child or something, so that I can work in peace.

First off. I feel the compulsive need to inform you of that Ootori kid.

He's a second year here, and he's POPULAR. Like, I don't think a single kid here doesn't know who he is. Him and his buddies in the Host club are the shit, and everyone knows it. I mean seriously, it's insane! He seems to be the quieter type of their group, but at that same time, he's got that thing around him of… a general… I'm better than all of you, but I'll still be polite sort of way. From what I've seen, he acts like your typical businessman. No big deal, except that most people like that are like, fifty.

Anyways. I've basically avoided the Host club, so I can't really tell you what he's like there. This is just what I've seen around, and heard from people.

For the record. I am NOT stalking Ootori.

Anyways, so I've been staying in this little apartment. It's like, a bedroom, and a living room/ kitchen, and it's pretty nice. You know that kid who picked me up? His name's Daishi. Daishi Yukito and he's adorable… in a sadistic, kill-me-now sort of way.

I mean, sure, he's slightly suicidal, anti social and really hates pretty much anything to do with Ouran, but he's adorable.

He's in class 1A, with me. He also lives in the same apartment complex as me, that's why he was sent to pick me up. Yukito's an average student, but he's a musician. Actually, his parents own Daishi records, a MASSIVE recording studio here, and he's going to inherit it, being the only son.

See, his parents are musicians. And they're constantly on tour, so rather than leaving him all alone with servants on some massive property in the middle of nowhere, they got him this gorgeous deluxe king's suite in a fancy apartment building not too far from Ouran. I just have one of the regular suites there, but that's plenty. I think Yukito doesn't even like the size of his. He likes things to just be calm and relaxed, easy going…

Needless to say, Yukito's my best friend here in Japan.

Every morning, his limo picks us up and takes us to school. We talk then.

We're in the same class, and don't much like the other students… at least he doesn't. We talk then.

After school, we take his limo home. We talk then.

Because we both live alone, we tend to eat together. We talk then.

We're both musicians… We play together.

We don't really talk, but in his suite he has this room filled with instruments he doesn't even care about. So I tend to hang out at his place in the evenings and we jam, talk, whatever. Well… When we play music, we don't really need to talk. But that's beside the point. He's my best friend, okay? It's hard to explain.

And yes, I can get a best friend in a week. Shut up. It's possible, this is my story.

Well, anyways. So now I relax, since it's Friday night. I'm sitting on the couch in Yukito's living room, on my laptop, drinking hot chocolate. He's sitting across from me on the matching couch, doing pretty much the same thing. And we've got the TV blaring MTV in the background. I missed the English language. If only Yukito spoke English.

"You know, you're pretty cool." He announced, pulling my concentration away from the laptop.

"Uh… Thanks." I reply, rolling my eyes.

"You're welcome." He grinned. "I mean, I rarely hang out with people in general. Especially girls…"

"Wonderful." I retorted, rolling my eyes at him. Honestly, he could be such an idiot.

"No, seriously, though. I have no problem hanging out with you. Like, usually by now I'd be ready to rip your head off, but strangely, I'd rather for this to never end, just chill here, barely talking, doing whatever." Yukito explained, grinning.

I smirked. "Then stop talking, dumbass." I laugh, and he throws popcorn at me. I tried (and failed) to catch a piece in my mouth.

"And she fails miserably!" Yukito cackled. I picked up the remote and launched it at him. He caught it.

"Yukito wins!" He chanted, grinning at me. I groaned. "Shut up." I replied, sipping my hot chocolate.

"Aw, come on, Hayden, you love me!" Yukito laughed. I rolled my eyes.

I guess I should describe Yukito to you guys. He's got shaggy black hair that falls around his ears, almost to his neck, I guess. He's got brown eyes that are always really warm and inviting, even though his posture tends to scream "Danger! Hostile! Avoid!" When not in school uniform, he wears band shirts, concert shirts, and designer skinny jeans, all relaxed and badass. Frankly, my best friend is hot.

"Whatever." I scoffed, and closed my computer. "Let's watch a movie." I suggested, already picking one out and putting it in.

"Sure, Hayden. Thanks for asking my opinion first, I really appreciate your care!" Yukito replied sarcastically, pulling me into a bear hug. I squealed and pushed him away.

"Don't be a jerk!" I retorted.

Too bad he really doesn't care.

So, I suppose I should fill you in on what happened over the week, hey?

Day 1:

I got my class assignment. I got to the class, figured out the social standing, and stuck right next to the only person I knew, the hostile seeming Daishi. Classes passed by the way school tends to, and then it was mandatory club hours. Obviously, I was in music club… That's why they accepted me, remember? Daishi was there. I was nervous, but sat next to him. We were assigned a duet, and were to perform it at the end of class… We played a song we both knew, the theme song to an anime… Well, we just changed it a bit to be a duet.

I think that's where we started being friends.

We went home together, and he invited me to dinner… We had pizza.

Day 2:

I went to classes, but had a bit more fun, talking with Daishi, who'd told me to call him Yukito. I very much enjoy honorifics.

Yuki-chan!

Yu-sama!

Daishi-sama!

Daishi-sempai!

Yukito-sempai!

Yukito-chan!

Kito-chan!

Kito!

Kito-sama!

His name was very easy to mess with. And his reactions made it worth it. I don't really think he minded. This day, Tuesday, I learned he was three months older than I. We had tacos for dinner. He's decided he hates them, the fool. We will not be having tacos again.

Day 3:

Yukito and I started working together on a group project. School is actually looking kind of fun. We're supposed to work with two other students, Haninozuka and Morinozuka. They're okay guys, but Morinozuka is constantly yelling at Haninozuka. Afterwards, during music club, Yukito explained that they're from martial arts families… They're not heirs to their families' fortunes, though. Apparently, they've each got an older brother in the college department. And their families are really close… More importantly, their older brothers are part of the Host Club. Ootori's Host Club. We had chicken for dinner.

Day 4:

We continued working on the project, and I got to know the "Nozukas", as Yuki-chan and I have nicknamed them. They're cool, actually, which makes me happy… Just hopefully, I won't run into like, their brothers and Ootori or something. I am NOT obsessed with him. Don't even go there.

The Nozukas actually go to help out at the Host Club a lot… So while Yukito and I were at music club, they were with Ootori… Luckily, they don't really talk about him. He's a third year. They're first years, like me… Hopefully that means they don't interact much.

That night, the Nozukas came over for dinner, so we had a roast beef. Damn rich people, Yukito just called home ahead of time, and then there was one prepared for us.

Day 5:

We went to school and did pretty much the same thing as the day before. That night, however, Friday night, Yukito had tickets to see a band… I have no clue who they were, but the concert was AMAZING. I had so much fun… Yuki and I didn't get home until like, two am… I crashed here, at his place. And then we woke up around 2 pm, and just lazed around all day, which lead to today. Exciting, right?

"You know it's 1:30 am, right?" Yukito asked me, once again tearing away my attention.

"Guess I should get going, huh?" I laugh. Yukito grinned. "Might as well stay here, your bed's still there." He replied, pointing to a massive, extremely comfortable pile of blankets and pillows.

"Sounds good." I replied, and with that, I dived into my large pile of soft, comfortable things.

"Hello, Miss." That sickly sweet voice greeted me. I was in my classroom. It was Ootori talking.

"Hello." I replied evenly. "Can I help you?" I asked, standing up. The dark haired boy shook his head.

"Well, if you wouldn't mind, I'd love for this dance." He murmured. And suddenly, I was in a ball gown. His school uniform was gone, replaced with a smart tuxedo, and my god awful school uniform was replaced with a sleek, sweet ball gown.

"I'd be honoured." I smile.

I woke screaming.