Tamaki POV

I came in a ridiculous outfit. Some prince outfit that looked like something a real prince would wear in the 1600s. I felt out of place as I walked into the club. Karou and Hikaru dyed their hair white and had on Cross Academy uniforms on. Honey was in a giant foam costume shaped like a homey jar. Mori wore overalls and a conductor hat, while Haruhi had on a camouflaged uniform with an army sergeant hat.

"Looking good boss" the twins said in unison.

"Thanks, but where's Kyoya?"

"I'm here, sorry I'm late but these jeans are hard to get into." Kyoya walked in with dark washed skinny jeans, a tight black v-neck T-shirt, showing off his impressive biceps. I wondered when he ever had time to work out or if he was just like that naturally. His hair was gelled, hanging loosely over his eyes.

He looked hot.

Six heads turned to me curiously. Oh shit. I cursed at myself. I said that out loud. "I mean, Mommy looks really handsome, like those American boys in all those magazines." I tried to cover it, badly though.

"Uh, okay boss," Karou said, "while you fantasize about Kyoya, we're going to get ready for the guests." Hikaru joined in.

I blushed, but quickly got to work. The day was really successful, all the girls got what they wanted, but Kyoya was the biggest success. He was already the cool type, but now looked about a million times cooler. I couldn't help but stare, and I didn't even care who noticed.

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In the end, it was a huge success, all the girls loved our outfits, except I still didn't understand the literal honey fetish, but Kyoya sold a bunch of calendars and other products, mainly because girls just bought things just to talk to him, or look at him a little more closely.

"Let's go home!" I said as enthusiastically as a could, trying to hide my blush as I looked at him.

"Okay, I brought my overnight bag with me let me just go get it."

"Okay." I wondered what we would do, it was already late, and so it would probably be dinner, talk about comic books and go to bed. I loved those comic books. Secretly though, it was the love part I enjoyed the most. I wanted to be rescued by my own hero, and loved too. I often pictured myself as being Mary Jane and Kyoya as Spiderman, kissing me upside down.

"Hey, Tamaki, let's go already." Kyoya snapped me out of my daydream. I blushed absentmindedly, thinking about kissing my best friend. "You aren't sick are you, you've been red this whole night."

"Oh really?" I lied, "I didn't notice, it must be this prince costume, heh heh."

The car ride home was awkward, and I knew it was my fault. When we got home, I took off my stupid costume; I was in a bad mood. I threw on an old T-shirt and a pair of pajama pants. I went into the bathroom to see Kyoya on the floor, with no shirt, trying to peel of his jeans,

"Need help?" I used a joking tone, but in reality I wanted to take that boys pants off, and do a lot more, but that would never happen...

"No, I have it. Dammit, who ever created these must of meant it as a torturing mechanism."

I smiled as I walked over and helped pull off those wonderful pair of jeans. They were actually pretty stuck, but we managed to pull them off. Next thing I know, Kyoya is only in his boxers, practically naked in my bathroom, it took all I had not to tackle him to the floor right there. So I just gawked, naturally.