A/N: Alright, here it is! The next chapter, I hope you all enjoy. BTW, I do not own any of the Ouran Host Club characters, no matter how badly I want to, I also do not own Starbucks, or Macy's or that fancy pansy restaurant. But, I do own LeAnne and the rest of her family. Just wanted to get that out of the way...
BTW, I'm sorry if I offend any Texans or New Yorkers in this, I mean no harm. In fact I have family in Texas and I really want to go to the Big Apple.
Any Who...
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My family, the Hosts and I all enter Macy's that's right next to Westlake Mall. As we enter the mall Tamaki pushes lightly past me to take the lead. He looks around as if this is somewhere he can belong. Hikaru and Kaoru takes his left and right side. I frown. What's so great about Macy's?
"Alright! Hosts you know the drill! Kyoya, take Mr. Smith to the men's department!" Kyoya ushers Dad to the escalators leading down.
"Right this way sir," Kyoya says politely. Dad gives me a weird look saying: 'How did this happen to you?' and honestly, I don't really have an answer.
"Mori, Honey, take Shelly and Izzy to the kids section! Hikaru, Kaoru, take Ms. Garner to the women's department! Haruhi, you and I will take LeAnne, Macy and Monica!" all of the boys up and leave dragging my sisters and mom away. And now it's only me, my sisters, Haruhi and Tamaki. I'm gonna get hell for this later…
"Do I have to? Can't I go wait in that café up those stairs?" Haruhi drawls pointing up to a small little café up the stairs from the purse section. I've never even been up there. I wonder if it's any good…
"No! Besides, we need to get you a dress! Don't you want to look pretty for the restaurant?" Tamaki says looming over Tamaki with a puppy dog look. I roll my eyes. For some reason the Hosts insist on wearing their uniforms. Even when they're out of school. It doesn't make since 'cause even though they're idiots they do like to impress people. And although they're uniforms are spiffy, they're not exactly…fashion forward.
"No, I don't, I wanna wear what I wanna wear," Haruhi says dully.
"Come on Tamaki, just leave her alone," I say taking his hand and dragging him to the escalator.
"Why can't she just be a pretty girl?" Tamaki whines.
"And why the hell can't you just grow the hell up?" I instruct with an eye roll.
"Tamaki! This is seventh dress I've tried on!" I whine frustrated. I mean, I love shopping—but this is annoying!
"No, that's not the best dress, it doesn't compliment your skin tone as much as the red one that you wore—,"
"Then let me wear the red dress,"
"No! It doesn't flatter your figure very much," OK…ow!
"Then what should I wear?" I say doing a frustrated dance with my feet a little. Both Monica and Macy have their dress. Macy picked—and Tamaki confirmed— a purple sweat heart neck line and an A-line skirt with sparkles all over the bodice. Monica got—and Tamaki confirmed—a simple knee length sweat heart neck line black dress with a white belt that ties into a bow in the back.
"Something red, that features of your breasts in a tasteful way—," I throw my flat at him but he dodges it simply. "But something that shows your hour glass figure in a decent, and not flashy way,"
"Hey boss, what's taking so long? Everyone's got their outfits," Hikaru says in a bored voice. He looks up at me and frowns. "That looks terrible with your skin,"
"Thank you! But we've established that already!" I shout loudly. He sticks his tongue out and I threaten him with my other flat. He looks around the racks and pulls out a pretty green dress.
"Here, put this on," he says tossing it to me.
"Fine! But this is the last dress that I'm trying on! Then we're just going to choose between the ones that I've already tried on!" I say loudly. I turn and storm back into the dressing room. I take the dress off quickly and slip into the other one. I look in the mirror and I'm shocked. The dress looks amazing on me. It hugs all of my curves perfectly then flares out into a ball gown skirt that stops a few inches above my knees. The skirt has pick ups ever so often with sparkles and gems, as well as sparkles all over the bodice. I smile. I zip up the side and walk out of the dressing room confidently.
"I think this is the dress," I say slightly breathless.
"Wow, LeAnne, you look gorgeous!" Tamaki says standing up from his chair—the one that he demanded to get. Well he seduced it out of the chick but…same difference— "Look at what I've created!"
"Um, I believe I made her," Mom says coming up bag in hand.
"With some help," Dad says. Ew!
"And I picked out the dress," Hikaru adds in. "So you had absolutely nothing to do with this,"
"I deserve credit!" Tamaki yells loudly at Hikaru. I laugh.
"Well, I'm going to go change and we can get this dress!" I say happily going back to the dressing room. I take off the dress and put back on my regular clothes. I walk back out and we buy the dresses ('What? Only seventy dollars for each dress? I never realized this place was so cheap!') And we head towards the door.
"Hey, where're the girls?" I wonder aloud looking all around.
"And Mori and Honey…" Haruhi says.
"Somebody looking for us?" I hear Izzy's voice, only it's deeper, as if she's trying to sound sophisticated. Which is a hard task for a nine year old girl. We all look back to—
"Oh. My. God!" we all say in unison. Izzy has on a black two inch strapped dress with a a-line skirt that has white pokadots. Shelly's looks the same only hers is white with black spots, then they have red pea coats on, fancy little red shoes, and their hair is done and they have a boat load of make-up on. They look like the little girl from Miracle on 34th Street! I laugh. They actually look kind of cute.
"Did we do good Annie-chan?" Honey asks me running up to me I smile and nod.
"What did you do to my daughters?" Dad wonders looking at his nine and eight year old. "They look like a Texas Kid Pageant threw up on them!"
Harsh.
"Oh stop it Willard! They look fine! And they don't look like Texas threw up on them! If it did everything would be pink and they're hair would be bigger," Mom says taking out her phone and taking a picture of my sisters who pose.
"Yeah Dad, Nikki's right, they look like upper east side New York threw up on them," Monica says. Monica is actually going to school in New York next year, so when she was over there this past summer, she looked at all of the schools and campuses and visited everywhere.
"That's worst!" Dad says overdramatically.
"No it's not." Me, my sisters and my mom say in absolute unison.
"OK, it's not worst, you're right, but still!"
"Oh come on! It's just dress up! It's only for one night! Tomorrow, they'll be back to normal,"
"Na-ah, I wanna wear this stuff everyday!" Izzy says.
"Don't push it Izzy," I threaten.
"It's Isabella now!"
"No it's not," me and my sisters say in unison. She sticks out her tongue more like a five year old than a nine.
"Um, I hate to interrupt family moment…but we have reservations," Tamaki says pointing to his highly expensive wrist watch.
"Come on Dad, Honey and Mori already paid for it, it would be rude to not let them wear it," I say pushing Dad's back outside where are limo is waiting.
"But…but…but…—,"
"No buts! Just get in the limo!" I say opening the door and making sure my Dad gets in first. We all scamper in and the limo fills with loud chatter. God, I know I don't talk to you enough, and I'm really sorry, but, I really need your help, can you please make it so then tonight goes smoothly? I mean you can do a whole lot, and I know you're busy, but I just don't want anything to be—animated…but you know, it's your call, you know…being that you're god and what not…uh…amen.
