Hey guys! How was your christmas? Hope it was great! I need YOUR help! Read my note at the bottom for more info! As my christmas present to you, here is part 7! Enjoy!

Ahhh, sleep. It's great, isn't it? Resting, recharging your body. Eight hours of no worries. Until something disturbs you, whether a bad dream, an alarm clock,

Or someone calling you in the early hours of the morning.

My phone vibrates and rings loudly on the table on the right side of my bed.

"Ugh. It's Saturday. I deserve to sleep in." I growl.

I pick up my phone and open it, pressing it against my ear.

"Hello?"

"Good morning, Hailey."

Kyoya?

I sit up, swinging my feet over the side of my soft, comforting bed.

"If you don't mind me asking, how the hell did you get my number?"

"The host club and a few guests are going out today."

"And what makes you think I care?"

"As a form of repayment for the music at the party, the host club is offering you a trip to the ice arena with us. Free of charge."

Huh. Ice skating. For free. I went roller skating and ice skating all the time with my friends in New York.

"Um…sure, I guess."

"Great. I will send you directions to your phone."

He promptly hangs up.

Well, I suppose I should get ready now. I stretch my arms over my head and my phone vibrates again. I check my messages and see directions to Makomanai Ice arena, and a time, ten AM. I check my clock. Eight thirty. I stand up and walk to my closet. I put on black skinny jeans, red converse, and a classic red Coca-cola shirt. I also grab a tight black sweatshirt. I grab my red headphones and hang them around my neck. I grab my phone, do my hair and walk to the kitchen.

What to have for breakfast?

I open the freezer and take out two pancakes. I put them on a plate and say in a peppy radio announcer voice, "This morning, I've got time for a hot, home cooked breakfast, delicious and piping hot in only three microwave minutes!"

There has to be something wrong with me.

I eat my pancakes, and grab my ipod. I walk out the door and put my headphones on. They're big and clunky, but the sound is good. I put my ipod on shuffle and re-read the directions. My mind wanders as I listen to my music. I really miss New York. I remember going roller skating in the summer and ice skating in the winter. I was pretty good. Not amazing, but I knew my way.

I continue walking, lost in thought until I arrive at the arena. I open the glass door and take a look around. This place is fancy.

"Hailey-chan!"

I turn off my music and put my headphones back around my neck, looking around and seeing Hunny and Mori walking toward me. "Tama-chan told us to wait here for you!" He says, grabbing my hand and pulling me toward the door in the far wall. I follow them to a place to rent skates, and instead of smelly, dirty, worn skates, they hand us fresh, white skates. They look pretty expensive, and I am grateful that the trip is free for me.

We walk to another room where the host club and around twenty girls I recognize from school, putting on ice skates.

I take a place in the corner, and quickly put on my skates. I stand up, feeling a little unstable. I haven't skated since last winter. These skates are really fancy, I think to myself and look around at these people.

"Alright, ladies, who is ready for a romantic day on the ice?" Tamaki asks, looking around the room. The girls swoon in response.

We all walk down to the rink, and step onto the cold ice. Most everyone clutches the rails on the walls of the rink. I step onto the ice and push off with my right foot, sending me out of the crowd. I glide onto the ice and around the large track. I stick my hands in my sweatshirt pockets and circle the track, watching the entertaining spectacle in front of me.

I doubt any of the girls have ever set foot on ice, let alone skated on it. I also doubt that any of the host club boys have skated either. Aside from Hunny and Mori, who seem to be well balanced on the ice.

I continue skating in pointless circles, around and around. I watch as the twins hold onto each other for balance, but one fall to the ground anyway. "Kaoru!" The one who still stands exclaims worriedly. He drops to the ground next to his brother, holding him closely to his chest. "Hikaru, I'm alright." he says, clutching his brothers hand. "Kaoru, your so cold…"

"Hikaru, hold me close…I'm freezing…"

The girls all squeal and watch as the two brothers sit together. I skate away, feeling a little awkward. I see Kyoya nearby, skating extremely slowly.

"Did you plan this through?" I ask, spinning in front of him, so I'm facing him. He gives a small smile. "Tamaki thought it would be romantic, and who am I to stop him?"

I match his pace, except I skate backwards to face him.

"Where did you learn how to skate?"

"Where did you get my phone number?"

He gives me a mischievous grin, then suddenly slips on the ice. The romantic thing would be I catch him.

Instead, I watch him fall on his face.

Am I a bad person?

Redeem yourself, young padawan. I think to myself.

I stick the pick of my skate into the ice and offer my hand. He takes it and pulls himself up. I turn and continue on my way, absently spinning. I haven't been out much since I came to Japan. And this is a nice change of pace.

But it isn't the same as New york. I actually miss the dirty, crowded city. I miss my friends, my family, angry taxi drivers, the whole nine yards.

I don't want to be in japan anymore.

I want to go home.

Done! So, I need your help! I'm debating sending Hailey back to America for a performance, and I'm wondering if I should, how I would get the host club to America, all that stuff. I really want to send the host club on a trip to America, so...yeah. I would LOVE to hear your ideas! Remember to review for another chapter! Thanks for reading! Bye-bye!