So... I deciede that this story is going to be... INTERACTIVE! You can submit character profiles to be princesses. I need age, class year, a little bit of a backstory. PM and I'll see where I can fit them in... and if you have any other ideas just PM me!

As always, Happy Reading! -Igboprincess

The next day, Tamaki looked down in horror at his "baller: ensemble, The baggy jeans, the red t-shirt and open button-up that layered each other, the black flatbill snapback hat that sat lopsided on his blonde head. "Is this what we're wearing today? It's so… common!"

"Well, I kinda like it!" Hunny beamed as he regarded himself in the mirror. He sported a black flatbill (no snapback), a grey sweatshirt with SWAG printed in big black letters, baggy black skinny jeans and purple Vans™. Hooked onto his belt loops was a white chain. "I feel like one of those American kids, you know? Even Usa-chan likes it!" He held up his stuffed pink bunny, who had a gold chain hanging form its neck.

"I don't know about this…" The twins looked nervously at their getups; Kaoru wore a white Kyoto University t-shirt and a red varsity letterman jacket. He also had some blue jeans and red Chuck Taylors. Hikaru was dressed similarly, except instead of a letterman he wore a light green hoodie, and green Air Jordans. They both had on hipster glasses and their hair was gelled differently than usual.

"Aw come on, dudes, it can't be that bad; isn't it better than those stuffy suits and stuff?" Yoji tried to reassure them by doing a Michael Jackson move; he thrust out his hips and went on his toes, gripping his fedora with one hand and doing an MJ "crotch-grab". He picked up his leather jacket form the dresser as he tossed his hat. Haruhi caught it as he walked into the club room. He pulled up his grey hoodie, but only far enough to cover the back of his head, so his bangs were still exposed. Under the hoodie he wore a blue crew neck tee, and his dark blue jeans covered the top of his blue Reeboks. "Wow, you all look good!" he said as he looked through the group, taking in Kyoya's "Obey" t-shirt and jeans.

All the boy's faces (except Yoji's) lit up.

"Really? Who looks the best?" Tamaki prodded. He popped his collar and stood next to Haruhi.

"No, I bet I looked the best," the twins said simultaneously. "No, I did! Shutup, idiot! No, you shutup!" While they bickered over who looked best, Haruhi walked over to Mori and adjusted his black suspenders. He blushed as Haruhi's hands tugged at his belt loops. He grunted and walked to the mirror and looked over himself. He smoothed the wrinkles in his graphic tee, pulled up his sagging skinny jeans, and put on his beanie and denim vest.

"Mori, I like your outfit. Its…fresh, I guess…" He giggled.

Giggled? Yoji thought. Maybe he's gay…?

"Uh, thanks." Mori blushed and walked over to Hunny.

"Sempai! Hikaru, Kaoru! Quit fighting, its just a costume!"

While Yoji watched Haruhi break things up, he began to have a lot of questions. Why'd they all blush like that? Are they gay or something? But they're so good with girls. Oh, God, I hope none of them have a crush on me, or anything…

Everyone's head whipped towards the doors when they heard knocking and squealing. "Tamaki, love! I'm ready for you!" "Oh, Hunny! Mori! Lets have tea! I brought cupcakes!" "Hikaru, Kaoru, don't get lovey-dovey till I'm inside!"

"Okay, family. Even if these outfits suck." He glared at Yoji "We are here to make these ladies happy, so put on a brave face and lets get to work!"

Everyone got into formation and Kyoya opened the doors. The ladies signed in and sat at their tables, waiting to be waited on.

The "street boy" theme was pretty well received; the girls enjoyed the foreign, American "bad boy look" that the boys planned. They were flirtatious urban gentlemen, and the customers loved it.

Yoji, who had just moved there from Salt Lake City, Utah, in the US, had the best and most authentic shtick. He just acted like he would if he was flirting with a girl back home. It was something that came naturally; it was even on his rubber bracelet, "S.W.A.G - Something We Asians Got"

"Well, yesterday went well, right?" Haruhi asked as he and Yoji went to class. "The girls liked your style."

"Yea, I guess. So, where are we going again?" He rummaged through his backpack and pulled out a schedule.

"English class. We have an American teacher, Mr. Simon, so he should be able to teach it better. Not that you need classes; you're from the US, right?" Haruhi looked up at Yoji with those big brown eyes.

"Er, yea, Salt Lake City. But don't take me for some country hick. My bud Tadd Gadduang* and I are the stuff back home." He proved his point by doing a jackhammer* in the hall, balancing his chest and body on one hand while he pushed off of it and did circles. A teacher gave him the stink eye so he picked up his books and continued on to class.

"Wow, impressive, bro," Harhuhi laughed.

"I know, right?"

"Well, here we are. My seat's in the back, so if you wanna sit there, too…"

"Yea, that's cool." They started to head back but Mr. Simon grabbed Yoji's arm. "Hey, man, what's your deal?" he exclaimed in English.

"Ah, I see someone's multilingual. I'm your new English teacher. I take it you already know my name, so mind if I ask yours?"

"Yoji Kobayashi, 1st year. But my friends call me Yo-Yoji," he grumbled. "So… don't."

"Class! This is our new friend Yo-Yoji Kobayashi." Mr. Simon hollered as he held up the new student's hand as if he was the victor in a boxing match.

"Konnichiwa, Koba-san," the class said monotonously.

"In English."

"Hello, Yo-Yoji," the class attempted.

"Sup," he said, rolling his eyes. He snatched his hand out of his teacher's and went to sit next to Haruhi.

"I take it you don't like Mr. Simon…" he teased. "Its okay, man, only 45 minutes in class. Then its off to gym."

"Yea, I hope the coach isn't some angry, fat high school drop out who can't even run a mile," Yoji joked.

"Fujioka! I see you and Yo-Yoji have become close friends already, having 'deep conversations' together in the back of the class," Mr. Simon said with just a hint of sarcasm in his voice.

"But, sir, I-"

"No butts, no butts, no coconuts, Mr. Fujioka. You and Kobayashi have detentions next Tuesday, room 423, from two to four.

"Yes sir," the pair said in unison.

Oh, crap, thought Haruhi. We have gym the same period? And detention next Tuesday? AND its during host club? I mean, its only been, what, two days since Yoji's arrived and we're already in trouble. She sighed. Such is the life of a "street boy", right? Haruhi's face softened as she thought about Yo-Yoji's good side. He's a dancer, he's multilingual, he dresses well and he's from America! I kinda wanna learn more about him; he's not as crazy and overbearing as the rest of the crew is. She smiled and looked at the Filipino/Japanese/American boy sitting next to her playing on his phone. He'd finished the English classwork and homework in 20 minutes so Mr. Simon allowed him to play as long as he didn't disturb anyone else. Haha, yea… he's pretty cool.

The bell rang for 6th period and Haruhi and Yoji headed to gym. Haruhi tried to distract him by asking about American videogames. He went on and on about Call of Duty and Modern Warfare 3, not noticing when she ducked into a supply coslet to change. Yoji continued blabbing but stopped when he got to the boy's locker room.

"…So you know, Haruhi, that's why getting past level 13 is so hard. Haruhi?" He looked down the hallway searching for his friend. "Oh well. I'll see him in class, I guess."

Haruhi finished changing an poked her head out of the closet. She looked down the hall and saw Yoji walking into the locker room. She stepped out, closed the door lightly behind her. Then, she high-tailed it up the hallways and out the side doors of the main building. She ran towards the gym and saw Yoji walking out the locker room with some other guys.

"Hey! Yo-Yoji!" she ("he" to Yoji) called.

"H-wood! Sup, brah?" Yoji smiled and high-fived Haruhi, who was trying not to pant so loudly after all the running. "Uh, are you tired? It was just a walk down the hall and gym hasn't even started yet…"

"Uh, no," she gasped. "Just…. Asthma" she lied.

"Oh… well… last one to the soccer field is a scrub!"

Oh, gosh… this is gonna be one crazy semester.

*Tadd Gadduang is only the hottest little Filipino male on the planet. No but seriously, he was a competitor on Season 8 of So You Think You Can Dance.

**Jackhammer is a breakdance move. Google it! Search; "Jackhammer breakdance"