WAHHH.

I'm stupid! I don't even know my own story! Yours by Moonlight; you get ultimate brownie points for pointing that out; I completely forgot. I apologize too; I wrote that at 1 in the morning… I guess I shouldn't write stories at 1 in the morning anymore. Heh-heh.

Kyouya: You really missed me that much, huh?

UM. *scoff* Alright, snooty pants- I wanted to update for readers.

Kyouya: What makes you think they care?

… They read the story …

Kyouya: Yeah, only for me.

*glare* What are you trying to say?

Kyouya: Your readers could just watch the show and-

*covers his mouth and locks him in closet with duct tape and no light* He doesn't know what he's talking about. Keep reading.

Kyouya: You know, you didn't duct tape by mouth.

*steals one of hunny's cakes and shoves it in his mouth, slamming the door shut*

Hunny: WAHHH! MY CAKE!!

The next day we were back in school. Hana and I hardly slept the entire night before, and both of us returned to school exhausted. At the end of the day, I stared long and hard at the clock, waiting for it to finally land on the last minute of the school day. I sat, bored in my desk in my final class; Calculus, when a sudden note landed on my desk. I raised a brow, picked it up and open it.

Amaya, are you going to ditch clean up today?

-Summit

I looked over at my friend, whose eyes were glued to the chalk board. I snickered; she wasn't very good at being sneaky. Picking up my pencil, I lazily scribbled back;

No. I don't feel like rushing to the Host Club today.

-Amaya

Quickly, I slid the note under her desk, which she snatched from me greedily, peeling it open behind her desk. She briefly looked over at my with confusion, then picked up her pencil and wrote me back.

Why not?

-S

It was a long night last night. I'll tell you about it later. Too much info.

-A

Well, just don't keep Kyouya waiting.

-S

We briefly met each other's eyes. She winked playfully and tucked the note in her pocket. I shook my head, laughing quietly, and then focused back on the clock, tired and bored.

~.~.~.~

"So what's all this information you have to tell me?" Summit said, sweeping up pieces of paper on the ground. I squirted some cleanser on the desk, and started scrubbing. "You made it seem like a big deal. I was a little freaked out."

I didn't want to talk to Summit about it. If we really were moving, I don't know how she'd take it. After all, she's my best friend. "It's nothing that big," I lied quietly. "My dad came back and everything, so we're back to living with him."

She frowned and rolled her eyes. There were too many things she wanted to say, but we both knew that if she would have said them, we would have been in big trouble. "Your father is not a nice man," she said, rolling her eyes. I knew what she really wanted to say—"Your father is a filthy bastard!"

I couldn't have agreed more. The two of us went on without talking, as we both tiredly cleaned the rest of the room. Eventually my teacher let us go, and me and Summit walked out of the school and towards Ouran. "You're going to be really late," she said, sloshing through a pile of snow. "How come you don't want to go today anyways?"

"Well, it was sort of weird when we left Kyouya's house," I mumbled out, looked down at my boots. "I was crying and everything. He probably thinks I'm stupid or something." In truth, that was the reason I didn't want to go. It was also because; I had to break the news that I might not be working with them anymore.

"Kyouya's not like that," Summit said mater-of-factly. "Sure, he's kind of a snob, but not to you. He cares about you, I can tell."

I thought about her words as we walked silently. Kyouya cared about me? Yeah, maybe. I knew I should have believed them, but I was distracted by something. We were never really open with one another. We tried to be, and it was nice, but could it really work? I shook the thoughts away from my mind as I finally approached Ouran's gates. "Well, I guess I'll see you later," I said, doing my best to give her a smile.

She patted my shoulder. "Just try and get some sleep tonight." She laughed, pointing to my eyes. "You're much prettier without bags under your eyes."

~.~.~.~.~

I was sitting my soft, pink chair as girls were giggling all around me. My friends were complimenting them left and right, with the exception of Hunny, whose mouth was shoved with cake, and Mori whose mouth did not move at all.

My fingers were slowly moving across from string to string on my cello, as my eyes were focused somewhat on the music. I knew I was playing the notes, but I couldn't hear the music for some reason. I stopped for a moment, rubbing my eyes, trying to wake up.

"Are you okay?" I heard someone ask to my left. I lifted my head up to see Haruhi, standing there, her thin eyebrows knitted together in worry.

"Oh yeah," I laughed nervously. "I'm fine, just tired that's all."

A frown was still planted on her face, even though I did my best to smile. "Kyouya told me about your dad coming back." I nodded, shrugging. She cocked her head to the side. "Are you sure you're okay? Because if you're not—"

"Oh, Amaya!" A loud voice boomed from behind me. I felt two strong hands grip my shoulders, not even needing to look back to see who it was. "Oh, are you alright?" Tamaki asked, taking his hands away, and stepping to the front of me so I could see his face. "You took tired," he smiled, put his finger under my chin and lifted my head up. "We can't have our star being tired!"

Haruhi rolled her eyes, shoving him away from me. He started yelling in confusion. I couldn't help but laugh; I wasn't sure if he would ever stop being dumb. I set my cello down for a moment, and walked over to get some coffee. This ought to wake me up, I thought to myself.

"Tired eh?" Two voices in unison sung next to me. I turned to see the twins standing, their arms linked.

"Yeah," I growled, now starting to get annoyed with everyone pointing it out. Hikaru smirked, realizing my hostility. However, his brother wore a look of concern. "Don't worry about it though," I replied, noticing his stiffness. "I just had a nightmare and lost some sleep. Happens all the time."

Briskly, I pushed between the two and made my way out of the room. As I shut the door behind me, I looked down the hallway to see no one in sight. The sun was shining through the window in front of me, and quietly I made my way over and sat on the edge of it, sipping my coffee lightly.

The snow was beginning to melt away, the trees still naked. I smiled to myself. Even in the dead of winter, Japan still looked beautiful. I can't move away from here.. I thought to myself. I can't-

The door shut behind me and I quickly looked up to see Kyouya leaning against it. He wore a smirk on his face; one that I was starting to get used to. I gave him a half smile, and then looked back out the window.

"Is there something wrong with your cello?" Kyouya asked slyly.

My head snapped around in his direction. That same mischievous smile had not come off his face yet. "No, actually, my cello is just fine."

"Then why was every single note you were playing flat?"

I raised one of my brows in confusion. I was playing out of tune? That wasn't like me. Maybe this whole dad situation really is bothering me. "I'm sorry, I wasn't really thinking about it." Kyouya scribbled something out on his paper, then made his way over to the opposite side of the window sill. "I'm really sorry," I said sincerely. "I didn't mean to be a discomfort. I'm not feeling too well, that's all."

He frowned slightly at me, pushing his glasses further up his nose. "Something's bothering you, Amaya," I winced at the sound of my name. "I would ask you what it is, but I think I already know." Kyouya's usually harsh attitude was suddenly strung with sympathy.

"I wish I could talk about it with you," I said truthfully. "You don't need to be drug into my problems though. I don't want to make you more stressed than what you always are in the first place." We exchanged quick smiles before he spoke again.

"It doesn't bother me," he said slowly, waiting for me to tell him what was going on.

I shook my head, laughing. "For now, it's nothing to worry about."

My gaze went back to the snow; which was lightly falling now, hitting the window without a sound. A warm hand quickly slid over mine. I looked down at it, then up to Kyouya's face; which was also looking out the window. I was about to speak, but he suddenly turned away from me and walked back into the room. I sat silently on the window sill, feeling a bit bad.

It was the right thing to do. I wasn't sure of what would happen with me and my father. Kyouya was acting distant anyways; I didn't want to rely on his support for anything and have not give any. It was selfish, but if I was going to have parent issues, I would need his support. After all, he was my friend, right?

The door suddenly opened and Hunny pranced out, snatching my arm in his small hands. I laughed full heartedly as he pulled me back inside the room. "Come on!" He squealed happily. "We're about to eat cake!"

My phone buzzed in my pocket, and I pulled it out, still laughing. I flipped out my phone, and read the text. My laughing stopped instantly as Hunny's worried eyes looked me over. "What's the matter?" He said curiously, peeking his head over my phone.

'it's official!!!!' the message from Hana said. 'we're moving!!'

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