Hey guyyssss! I was reading a story the other day, and I noticed that the author's note was like 5 pages long. It really annoyed me. And it wasn't even interesting. It just went on and on about linguistics and how proper grammar is great and blah blah blah. So I've decided to only make my author notes at most 5 short paragraphs. Just so I don't bore you to death.

Disclaimer: Noope. I wish I owned Ouran High School Host Club. Then I could actually meet Kaoru…..*sigh….

Meeting: Kaoru

Gosh I hate rich people.

They're so…snarky. Ya, that's a word. Google it, it exists.

It doesn't help that they all stare at me when I walk past in the corridors. As if being one of the rare blondes at the school, I also happen to be one of the few commoners who have actually made it into Ouran Academy on a scholarship. It's annoying. Even more so because they think I can't hear them.

"Is that the commoner? The one who got in on a scholarship?"

"Ya, I think it is! Just like Haruhi."

"Ooooh, Haruhi…He's so handsome and sweet…"

"I know! You know, I heard that he got the Host Club to drink commoner's coffee."

"Really?"

"Wow…He's so amazing…"

Cue the disgustingly romantic sighs. It made me laugh a bit, because I had met Haruhi, that time when I dropped my books in the middle of the hallway. I know because I heard a few girls whisper about him being so 'smart and sweet for helping the poor commoner pick up her books.' Haruhi was definitely not a guy. I mean, just look at those huge brown eyes! No guy alive has eyes that big.

It amazes me how just putting on a suit and joining a host club will get thousands of girls to believe you're a guy. It just goes to show how many possible homos there are in this school.

But, when meeting Haruhi, I also met someone else.

A ginger.

Who smiled at me.

I don't have very good experiences with gingers. I seriously believe they have no soul. You can blame my ex, James, for that.

But that backstory is for another time. Moral of story: Gingers aren't good for me. They literally kill my mojo. Not good.

But here I am, walking down the same hallway as the one that I had met them both, when shazam! I see them again. And I was hoping I wasn't going to see him…Just my luck.

"Hey! You're Elysia, right?" Haruhi waved at me, smiling.

"Um, ya. Thanks for helping me pick up my…umm…" I stumbled through my scratchy Japanese, trying to find the word that meant 'books.' I had only been here a month. You can't expect me to suddenly become a genius and learn 50 languages in five minutes.

"Books? Sure, no problem." She smiled again at me.

"Hey, Haruhi…are you a cross-dresser?" I smiled at her, winking so that she knew that I knew.

"NO! I mean, no, Haruhi is not a cross-dresser. She, I mean, HE likes lots of manly things…like…monster trucks." The guy with the red hair parted to the right spoke to me, covering up Haruhi. Apparently, he had missed the hint. Come to think of it, he was the one who helped to pick up my books. What was his name again? I can't remember. Maybe he didn't say…

Haruhi laughed. "Kaoru, it's okay. She's not going to tell anyone. Right, Elysia?"

I snorted. "Well, obviously not. I mean, I would look like an insane freak if I ran around saying that you were actually a girl."

The guy sighed. "Fine," He immediately smiled at me and bowed. "Kaoru Hitachiin, same year as you, incredibly handsome and humor-"

"You're a ginger."

He seemed startled. I guess I would be too, if I was him. But I'm not, am I?

"So what's so wrong about being a ginger?" He crossed his arms, and glared at me.

"I've had bad experiences with gingers." I crossed my arms, mirroring him.

"Like what?"

"Like stuff an innocent child like you couldn't comprehend."

He blushed. I smiled. Win. Of course, that wasn't actually true. But it does help to shut someone up when they're annoying you about stuff like that.

Haruhi butted in. "So, Elysia, how about I introduce you to the other members of the Host Club? I'm sure they'll all be excited to meet you."

"Sure, I'd love to meet them." I smiled at Haruhi as she led me down the hallway and up some stairs to the end of a corridor with 'Music Room Three' written in Japanese on a sign hanging over a door. Kaoru walked behind us, sulking. I swear I could see a dark aura around him.

"Well, Elysia, here we go," Haruhi pushed open the door.

Rose petals flew gracefully out, landing on my shoulders.

"Welcome to the Host Club."