MUSIC CHALLENGE
by: DCaddict a.k.a. mori-princess359

Requirements:

1. Pick a character, pairing, or fandom you like. [I chose OURAN HIGH SCHOOL HOST CLUB. ;)]

2. Put iTunes or equivalent media player on random. [I used Windows Media Player because I don't use my iTunes much on the PC.]

3. For each song that plays, write a drabble related to the theme you picked inspired by the song. You only have the time frame of the song: no planning before hand: you start when it starts, and no lingering afterwards; once the song is over, you stop writing. (No fair skipping songs either, you have to take what comes by chance!) [I didn't skip! Though I was tempted to.]

4. Do ten of these, then post. [I'll post songs in separate chapters but really, I did them all in one go last night. ]


Tenth Song: Crush Crush Crush - Paramore
Pairing: Hanako Sakura/Ootori Kyouya

"You care way too much," I told him, frowning.

"I don't know what you mean, Sakura-hime," Kyouya retorted without any change in his calm demeanor.

"Then do you like me, Kyouya-kun?" I suddenly asked with a lopsided smile.

"That – that's not relevant." He replied indifferently.

"Ah, but you really look like my Yuuya-kun," I mumbled, beginning to feel dizzy.

"You know, Sakura-hime, you're just drunk," he stated; his tone sounded as if it were a matter of fact. Of course, knowing Ootori Kyouya, it might have been scarily accurate.

But was I really? Drunk, he said. How could I be drunk? How many shots have I consumed – one, two or perhaps three; maybe, more?

"I should take you home," he said; he was feeling a sense of duty and anxiety based on the tone of his voice.

"Are you Yuuya-kun?" I slurred.

"I don't understand how that is –"

"ARE YOU YUUYA-KUN?" I interjected in a louder voice.

"You just need to sleep it off. You'll be fine in the morning," he said and immediately called on his driver using his mobile phone.

"OOTORI KYOUYA, ARE YOU OR ARE YOU NOT MY FIRST LOVE?"

"Would it satisfy you if I said yes?" Kyouya uttered firmly.

I giggled like a fan girl and inched closer to him until my lips were on his.