"Hi! What's your name?"

"I'm Beatrice."

My hands and my smile aches but I continue writing.

-Dear Beatrice,

It's amazing that I've got so many fans! I'd love to see you again soon!

Tori France

She smiles and runs off. The next girl comes up. I ask her name, change what I write slightly, then I give it back to her. Next girl. Since the girls who visit the Ouran boys knew first, It'll be a while before the boys show up. Hikaru came over to me while there was a bit of arguing over who gets to go first. Hikaru leans forwards and his lips gently brush my ear. "Are you ok? Do you need a break?" I feel a shiver run down my spine. Just a friendly gesture, nothing more and nothing less, I tell myself, but my racing heart won't listen.

I turn to face him. "My hand aches, and I think my smile is going to come off, but it's amazing to me that I have so many fans. I just need to do, like 40 more autographs until 4:00 and then we can do pictures at 7:00. No problem."

I'm sitting but he's standing, so he continues to bend over. His eyes pierce into mine. "I'm fine, really. I promise."

He looks at me for a few more seconds then stands up. "You're absolutely crazy. I'd never be able to do this."

I take a photo from the girl's hand. I see Kaoru smile and walk off, obviously asking them to do it nicely. I smile. "It's actually a lot of fun."

I scribble a little note then I return it back to her. My pen's almost dead. My favourite pen too.

Kyoya comes over. I mutter to Hikaru, "Watch out. The Death Star is coming over."

He nods and makes a show of bracing himself. I laugh. Kyoya stands at the front of the line, facing the crowd, He's holding a ticket machine. "Next time we'll do it in a better format. Please take a number. We'll go back to our regular hosting schedules now, so if you'd make it back to your hosting station-" He's barely done the sentence when he realizes all the girls are gone. All that stands before him are a bunch of clueless boys.

I walk over to him. I mutter, "Do I change? Or should I stay like this?"

He nods. "Stay. I recommend telling the girls that Victor's sick. Then stay with the boys. It'll keep them under control."

" 'Kay."

I walk over to my usual table. "Sorry ladies ,but I'm afraid that Victor texted me telling me he was sick. He can't come today." I smile. "But if you have any other hosts right now that you'd like to see then I'm sure they'd be glad to have another at their table."

I glance at Tamaki. Empty. "Tamaki may be a good choice."

"Where are you going Tori?" One of the girls asked.

"I'm headed over to that couch over there, apologize for not being able to get to everyone, and then I think I'll bug Hikaru and Kaoru. That is, once they have no clients."

They laugh. They get up and head to Tamaki. I walk over to the depressed boys and flop on a couch across from them. They ignore me. So I speak up. "Gotta hate those lines, right?" That get's their attention.

They're all stuttering. One person manages a "Yes," and then everyone can.

I'm trying not to laugh. It wasn't exactly comical the way the couldn't say my name, but it wasn't exactly serious. The first person to say yes was the first person to be able to ask me questions.

"Where are you from?"

I smile. "England. We left when I was younger. I still hadn't learned to speak with an accent."

"So that's why you sound American?"

"Yeah."

It seems like every time he speaks up so can everyone else. I'm flooded with questions, and I answer them as quick and as direct as I can. The clock strikes 7:00. I've been talking for hours.

I stand. "I better head over to the spot where I'm going to take the photos. I don't want it to become so crowded I can't reach it. I walk directly past Hikaru as he slips and smashes a vase. I turn and stick out my hand. He stares at it. "Come on. The floor can't be very comfortable. And we better get it cleaned up before Kyoya sees it or we'll all be in deep trouble." He takes my hand and I help him to his feet. Kaoru comes over with a broom and a dust pan. I hold it while Hikaru sweeps. I hear a lot of squealing. Apparently co-operative works well with the ladies. Huh.

I allow myself one last glance at the crowd and my heart sinks. I mutter quietly "Well, we're screwed. Kyoya saw."

I hear Hikaru Kaoru groan. "Prepare for the worst. Who knows? Maybe he'll go easy on us?" Kaoru whispers as he passes me to throw out the shards.

I don't like how "Maybe he'll go easy on us" is a question. I'd much rather it be a statement. But I head over to the window, and look at the swarm of people who I'm about to take pictures with.

I see boys and girls now, mixed together in line. So not constant girls anymore. I'm not sure whether that's a good thing or not. I bring out my biggest smile and my prettiest voice. "So who's first?"

"Bye! Thank-you for coming!" I say, smiling and waving. As the doors shut behind the fans. I sigh and rub my face. I'm exhausted. Ready to go to bed. Right. Now. Like, Right RIGHT now. But I'm not given the chance.

"So Tori, I heard you and Hikaru broke a vase earlier," A now familiar voice says. A shiver runs down my spine. I totally forgot about that.

"Oh, yeah, about that. . . . ."

"We'll disregard it if you'll do something for us," Kyoya says.

I wince. "Yes?"

"Make up a theme song."

My pain turns into a smile. "I can do that."

Welcome to the Ouran Host club, So many hosts to choose from, Welcome to the Ouran host club, Welcome, Welcome, Welcome to the Ouran host club, Where cosplay is always fun, Welcome to the Ouran Host club, Welcome, Welcome.

If you'd have known where I've been, you'd want to go, And I'd guess I'd want to show, ya

'Cause I've been to the Ouran host club, Where you feel like your always loved, I went to the Ouran host club, host club, host club, I want to go back the Ouran host club, 'Cause I wanna fall in love, Let's go to the Ouran host club, Welcome, Welcome.

I hand my hastily scrawled writing to Kyoya. He frowns at me. "You're done?"

I shrug. "It sorta came to me." He spends some time looking at it. The longer He looks at it the more awkward I feel. He puts the paper down.

"It's good. Nice job Tori."

I sigh with relief. "Awesome."

I walk out of the room that's exactly like Kyoya's "office."

"So did he kill you?" Hikaru asks, as I walk out still alive.

"Nope. My punishment was easy. But yours, well that's gotta be hell," I smile and walk over to where Haruhi's sitting.

The conversation stays friendly, and I find myself trading tips with identity secrets with her.

"You know, If you apply a bit of cream underneath your eye it looks less girly," she tells me.

My eyes widen. "Really?"

"Yeah."

I shake my head. "That's so cool."

The clock rings. I sigh and grab my bag that's sitting next to my chair. "Gotta go."

"Yeah, me too."

We walk shoulders touching out the door of the host club. I'll have to sneak into my house through the back. Great.

Haruhi and I walk in the same direction for a few minutes but then she heads off to the poorer section of town and I head for the filthy rich side.

I easily climb over my fence ('Cause god knows I've done this many times) and land quickly. I take my wig off, and glance at my reflection in the bird bath. Mom's gonna hate it, but then again she's never liked my appearance unless I'm dressed for the red carpet.

"Mom's gonna kill you."

"I know. Now shut it. She should've called."

I'm trying to make it into my wing without my mother noticing, but my little sister is being a brat like always.

"Brianna, I'll let you come to my real recording studio."

She frowns at me. "I don't wanna. I've got my own. MOM!" I clamp my hand over her mouth. But not fast enough. My mother comes racing in. Her jaw drops when she sees me.

"TORI FRANCE. STAR! MAGAZINE OFFERED YOU A MODELING JOB BUT YOU WEREN'T HERE! WHY DIDN'T YOU PICK UP?"

"I was busy Mom." I shake my head.

"With what? Did you join some stupid club Tori? Without you our family will crumble. Do you really want that?" She sounds like she's about to fall into tears.

"Of course I don't Mom."

"Well then start acting like an adult. You're so childish."

Her words ting, the obvious effect she wants. "Childish? CHILDISH? Who works in this family? I do believe I do. Who's not yet an adult? Why, that's me too. Mom, I'm only 16. Of course I'm gonna act like a child. And for your information I HAVE joined a club. And I will not compromise with you Mom."

She looks at me shocked. I didn't yell, but I talked back, something I've never done before. "Tori, I'm working too."

I shake my head. "Choosing places to send me and determining my life is not work." I walk past her and forcefully push her shoulder. I head upstairs. I change out of my uniform and into my brown boots and leather jacket. I keep the black pants on but exchange my blazer for a light green tee-shirt.

I walk through the foyer. Mom's voice calls "Tori? Where are you going? You've left your phone here."

I open the door. " I know. I'll be back eventually."

Hello!

I know, I know, I should've included more dialogue between Tori and the crazy psycho fans, but I've been really lazy lately. My schedule for posting is gonna be weird for the next few weeks because I have 5 fanfics running, whether I'm still coming up with ideas or if it's done and I haven't checked it over yet. So It'll look a little like this posting wise in the order in which I finish posting.

1. Days Like These = Ouran High School Host Club

2. Rage Quits with Link, Fi, Zelda, and Other Douchebags =Legend Of Zelda, Skyward Sword

3. Number Days- EvelynxSpencer = Number Days (Pacthesis Game)

4. Demon Girl = Black Butler

5. Vampire in Disguise = Vampire Knight

Thank-you to all who have reviewed, liked, and favourited, I love you all.

-IwuvSoul

BTW, My friend posted an awesome Soul Eater fanfic called Forgotten Figures.