Chapter Two: The Phone

"Hello, Kyon, I asked you a question."

Okay Kyon, play it cool. Just because you may for God knows why like Haruhi Suzumiya does not mean that she has to know.

"I think the song you picked is perfect."

Damn it, Kyon! Now they all will know! Haruhi gave me a funny look, blushed a little, then looked away.

"Whatever, I'm going home now." And just like that, she got up, picked up her belongings and walked out of the club room.

I stared out the window. Normally when Haruhi leaves the club room arbitrarily, I try to enjoy the peace and quiet her departure gives me. However, this time, it was anything but peace and quiet. My mind continued to race with the thoughts of Haruhi… and me… and the possibility of…

And it didn't help that Yuki, Itsuki, or Mikuru witnessed the whole thing. Sure, I tried to comfort myself in thinking that they didn't suspect anything. After all, I didn't come right out and say 'Haruhi, I want you!'

But even though I kept on staring out the window, at the blue horizon, I could feel three pairs of eyes watching, contemplating, communicating the whole ordeal with one another, telepathically.

Telepathy, huh. I wonder if vespers, time travelers, or aliens have that power. Maybe they all do… who knows. My reality is already so messed up that nothing could surprise me.

"Kyon, do you want some more tea?"

Except for that. My mind became so lost in my own thoughts that I did not even hear Miss Asahina peep her question. I accidentally spilled the tea that she was carrying all over the clubroom floor. Miss Asahina yelped as some of the boiling liquid nearly spilled on that ridiculous maid outfit that Haruhi made her wear every day. Still… it did look quite nice on her.

"I am so sorry Miss Asahina! I was just deep in thought and I didn't hear you coming." I quickly ran over to get a towel off the shelf. Yuki kept on reading her book while Itsuki played a game. Poor Mikuru sat there shivering. Thanks for the help guys.

"Oh no Kyon. It's okay… I should have been… more loud…"

I cleaned up the mess by myself, as usual, and let the others do their business. Once I was done and helped Mikuru up, it was Itsuki's question this time that caught me off guard.

"Kyon, if you don't mind me asking, what were you so deep in thought about?"

Yeah, I do mind you asking.

"Oh. Just… "

Come on Kyon, think on your feet. What could I say…

"…just I have a paper due tomorrow and I haven't started on it yet."

I did feel bad about lying, but it really wasn't any of his business and I did not plan on telling him what I was really thinking about or rather, who I was thinking about.

"Oh. Well, I wish you the best of luck."

It seemed as though my answer caught Itsuki off guard as well.

"Kyon, aren't you worried you won't get your paper done?" Mikuru looked at me with a sad expression of a puppy dog. Before I could answer her, Yuki Nagato spoke up.

"You should go home to work on it."

"Alright…" and with that sorry excuse for a goodbye, I gathered my things, stepped out the door, and was free to let my mind wander.

As I walked home, I contemplated my feelings for Miss Suzumiya. So I was sure that I liked her, but for how long? Did I always subconsciously like her or did these feelings spontaneously spring up, consuming me in this world of confusion?

Then there was this bigger issue that stayed on my mind. Was I sure that I just liked her and was not in-

I stopped mid-thought, looking at Miss Suzumiya herself, just sitting there on the steps of my home.

"Haruhi, what are you doing here?"

"Oh. I accidentally took your cell phone and I couldn't call you, so I called your house number instead...."

I see where this is going…

"…and your sister picked up and told me your address so I could give it to you."

"Why couldn't you give it to me tomorrow?" I would be lying if I said I was disappointed to see Haruhi standing ten centimeters away from me, but I was curious; what prompted Haruhi Suzumiya to go through all this trouble just to deliver a cell phone.

"Because I know how it feels to not be able to have something that's important to you."

I stared at her blankly, not being to comprehend what she was saying, or rather what she was really saying underneath the surface of her words.

"Thanks"

And with that word fell silence. We both stood there not knowing what to say, possibly too embarrassed to say anything whatsoever.

"So when do we start filming that music video?"

"Oh." She blushed. Did it surprise her that I remembered or that I agreed to this little scheme of hers?

"Well, I haven't really thought about it really. Perhaps tomorrow. Yeah! Tomorrow sound good!"

It was getting late.

"Do you want to stay for dinner?"

She blushed again.

"Oh no; I really should be going. My parents are probably worried."

She left me standing outside. My eyes followed her until her silhouette escaped my view. Haruhi Suzumiya.