I was greeted by a draft of the most pleasant aroma. Like a rich perfume, only better because it wasn;t sickeningly strong. It caressed my senses. It smelled like a heavenly combination of roses, coffee, and sweets.

But what snapped me out of these dream was what- well, who- was waiting, for who I don't know, in the middle of the room: a group… of total freaks. There were 6 guys standing around a purple-eyed blonde who was sitting on a chair in the middle. To his right was a boy with black hair, glasses, and a notebook, and a brown-haired boy who looked awfully feminine. To his left, a tall dark-haired boy and a young blonde boy with a pink stuffed bunny. Behind him were 2 identical boys with spiky orange hair. "Welcome, guest," they said in unison. I blinked. "Uh, hi…?" was all I could utter. The tall blonde in the middle stood and approached me.

"You're not from Ouran, I see," he noted in a charming tone.

"N-no… I-I'm from Orion H-High School," I stuttered.

"This IS Ouran, you poor delusional girl." He smiled sweetly as he said this, an odd pleasure flickering in his eyes. Jerk must dig retarded fan girls.

"She said Orion, Tamaki. It's a 3 star school a couple blocks away," the one with glasses explained briefly. I nodded a little. This sure as hell wasn't my cousin's room.

"3 stars? Ohhhh, so you're a commoner!" Tamaki exclaimed with strange fascination. The word stung me for some reason. Commoner. What was this, the 18th century? Who gave the throne to this dumb blonde? Those other boys, obviously.

"Don't listen to them," the girlish boy said with a smile. "They were fascinated that I'm a 'commoner' at first too. It blows over." Even his voice sounded like a girl's. "My name's Haruhi Fujioka."

"That's even a girl's name," I murmured. I immediately covered my mouth. That was supposed to stay in my head. Everybody looked utterly surprised, but Haruhi smiled a little. "Yeah, I'm a girl. People just mistake me for a boy. These guys did, thus I'm a member of this club."

"How interesting, but could you tell me that story later? I need to find someone," I said in a rushed tone.

"Who?" the twins asked in unison. Finally! Someone who would help me out!
"U-um, Ms. Sara Martin. She's a new teacher here," I told them. Haruhi blinked and the twins exchanged glances.

"She's not here today," the carrot-headed boys said simultaneously.

"Ms. Martin called out sick at the last minute this morning," stated the one on the right.

His twin nodded. "We had a substitute today." I blinked, dumbfounded. How could Sara NOT tell me she was out today?

"If you don't mind my asking, why did you need to find her?" the one in the glasses inquired.

"She's my cousin. She asked if I could help clean up her room after class every day," I replied.

"Well, since you can't visit her now, why don't you stick around?" Tamaki suggested. I only thought about that for a few seconds. Go home and do absolutely nothing except watch reruns and attempt my homework (then give up 'cause I'm an idiot) or hang out with rich, super cute boys and a girl I might befriend. The second one, no doubt. I smiled, a little sheepish, and nodded. "Sure. I'm Cassandra Martin, by the way." Tamaki smiled and cupped my chin in his hand.

"Oo, Cassandra. A beautiful name for a beautiful girl," he crooned. I blushed but jumped back.

"S-sorry, I don't go for flirts," I squeaked. Tamaki chuckled.

"Allow me to introduce us. The tall one is Mori-senpai. He doesn't talk much. The little blondie is Honey-senpai. Don't let his young looks fool you: he's actually 15." My jaw had to drop at this. The kid looked 6. "The twins are Hikaru and Kaoru Hitachiin. Kaoru on the left, Hikaru on the right. They may look identical, but when separated, they're like yin and yang. The one with the glasses is Kyouya-senpai. Or as I call him, Mommy. He helps keep us in order. You've met Haruhi, our little misfit cross dresser. And I am Tamaki, their king!" he explained. I just nodded. I guess the "king" fits in with calling people commoners.

"Together, we make up the Ouran High School Host Club!" Tamaki concluded with robust enthusiasm. My eyes widened. I had read about host clubs before transferring to Japan.

"S-so you guys are just a bunch of flirting players with perverted minds and nothing better to do than mess with girls' feelings?" I shrieked. Tamaki and Honey looked offended, but the others didn't seem to care. Haruhi and the twins even appeared to agree with me.

"That is absolutely not true! Girls adore us hosts, and we make them feel good about themselves! The Host Club is an elegant playground for-"

"Yeah that's nice. Now, I should be going," I interrupted Tamaki. With abrupt haste, I turned and sped out the door. "Come back soon!" an adorably sweet voice called after me. Must be Honey. I sighed. Maybe doing nothing WOULD beat this. But of course I had to second guess myself. Then I regretted it. Now I never will.