I am sorry I haven't updated in a while. I Had finals in band and I really hope I did good, and...yeah. excuses excuses. OH MY GRAVY! Did I tell You a director from the Boston Observatory, Bill Dury, is coming to teach the A.P. band I'm in! He is, like, Top 3 in the nation in Directing. I am so excited. So, this chapter doesn't have a lot of the host club in it...sorry. Here's part 10! Enjoy!

10

"So…Which one is which?"

Dylan whispers to me, glancing at the twins. "I still don't know." I reply quietly.

I have just finished introducing the Host club to Dylan. "So, are you gonna be staying at your house or mine?" He asks, winking. I roll my eyes. "I am staying at some swanky hotel. You can stay with me if you want." He grins. "Sure! It's gonna be great."

I pick up the bag at my feet and Dylan and I begin walking to the hotel. "Hey! Where are you going?" Tamaki calls. "I am going to my hotel. Shouldn't you go to yours? It's like, eleven at night."

"Well, how are we supposed to get to our hotel? It's almost two miles away!" Tamaki says back.

Dylan and I exchange looks and laugh.

"Hey! What's so funny?"

"Call a taxi!"

"Oh. Okay." he says, turning to the road.

"Taxi! Taxi!" He calls daintily. "Nothing is happening!" He says. I laugh and walk to the edge of the sidewalk. I put my fingers in my mouth and whistle loudly. "TAXI!" I shout loudly, waving my right arm. A taxi soon pulls over. "Ta-da." I say. "Well, I'll see ya 'round."

"Uh…yeah, thanks Hailey." He says. I smile and turn to leave with Dylan. I realize there is not room for the seven of them in a single taxi, but that's their problem now.

I walk the mile to the hotel, talking with Dylan as we walk. I tell him about Japan and the Host Club, and he tells me about different concerts he went to while I was gone.

We eventually arrive and enter through the revolving doors into a large room with white walls and a high ceiling. There are several people dressed in bellhop outfits walking back and forth around the lobby. "Wow…" Dylan breathes. "Yeah…" I say quietly.

We head over to the concierge desk and get our room key. We take the elevator to the twenty sixth level and walk down to the end of the hall. I stick the card in the small slot. I head a click and the door unlock. I open the door and Dylan and I step into the room.

"Holy shit. How did you manage…this?" he asks.

The room is huge. I can see the full sized kitchen to the right, a flat screen T.V. on the left wall, in front of a comfortable looking couch. I drop my bag and shut the door, wandering in to my new temporary home. The walls are a light blue color, and the floor is black carpet, and black tile in the kitchen.

"There's only one bed." Dylan reports, walking back in from a door in the back corner. "You know what that means…you take the couch." I laugh and roll my eyes. "I am the one who's gonna get the bed. I am the one performing in a week."

He rolls his eyes and heads into the kitchen. I finally notice the large window that completely takes up the back wall. I open the curtains and am greeted by the nightlife of the city that never sleeps. "Dylan, come look at this." I say, gazing down at the city.

I feel him stand to my right. "Wow." then I feel something cold being set on my head. I purse my lips. "Dylan. What the hell is on my head?" He laughs and I pull a piece of baloney off my head.

I blink a couple of times. "Why?" I ask him. He shrugs. "Well, I'm going to bed. See you in the morning."

"You are not going to bed. Your going to...couch."

"You have no idea how bad that joke was."

"Too bad. I'm taking the bed."

We argue for a while, then I finally get to go to sleep.

In New York.

In The Big Apple.

In The City That Never Sleeps.

Home.

Done! Sweet. Just so you know, Dylan and Hailey are best friends. Nothing more. Just so you know. And the plot will start getting a little more dramatic in the next few chapters...if I get a review on this chapter! Go review for more! Thanks for reading, Bye-bye!