Hikaru walked ahead, and pulled out his cell phone. "WHAT!" he yelled.
"What? What is it?" Karou ran up, petrified.
"Look at my phone!" Haruhi ran up behind them, and all three stared at his screen saver. On it was a picture of a random girl with the same uniform that all the girls at Ouran wore.
"So?" Haruhi said.
"SO? They took a bunch of pictures of themselves and put them on my phone before giving it back! Do you know how weird that is? Not to mention that they're ugly!"
"Well that isn't a very nice thing to say." Haruhi said, making a face. Karou pulled out his phone.
"They did it to my phone too." Karou sighed and started pushing buttons.
"Honestly, it's not that big of a deal, just delete them if you don't like the pictures." Haruhi said, slightly confused as to why this had them so mortified. Hikaru sighed.
"I guess there isn't much else we can do about it." he said.
"So why were you pulling out your phone in the first place?" she asked, trying to pull them away from the odd conversation at hand.
"To get a car, of course! How else do you expect to get anywhere?" Hikaru answered haughtily.
"Well fine then. I was just asking." she huffed.
"Sorry, I didn't mean to snap. This whole picture thing is just putting me out of sorts." He sighed and turned to Karou.
"No worries brother, our chauffeur is coming right on over." They smiled at one another.
"You are fantastic." Hikaru said.
"Oh, I try." Karou laughed as Hikaru tried to punch him. Haruhi stood by, smiling at the brotherly love. Even though they had told her about how they used "brotherly love" during club to attract girls to them, Haruhi could tell that they were really close, that all though they didn't want to make out with one another or anything of the sort, they still had a bond that ran far deeper than any bond of friendship could make. They could never fake how much they cared for one another. Haruhi smiled, knowing she had such loving and trustworthy friends made her feel warm inside.
A car honked beside her, and she noticed the twins were not where they had been standing before. She turned and saw them both sitting inside a luxurious and expensive looking limo. "Well?" Hikaru called.
"Hop in!" Karou said.

The drive to her house didn't turn out to be particularly long, or maybe it was. She couldn't really be sure. The twins had kept her so busy on the ride that it had only felt like they had just gotten in when the car stopped. The chauffeur pressed a button and a little radio turned on. Of course it was surround sound. "Your destination, sirs." he said politely.
The guys opened the doors and climbed out. Before Haruhi followed she turned and thanked the chauffeur. He seemed surprised by the thanks. "Well, you're very welcome." he said. She smiled and followed the others out of the car.
"Don't you need to pay him or something?" she asked.
"What?" Hikaru said. Karou gave her an odd look and thought for a moment.
"Oh, no. He's our personal chauffeur. I think he gets paid weekly or something." Karou explained.
"You don't know?" she asked incredulously. "Aren't you the ones that pay him?"
"Gosh no! That's what our accountants are for!" Hikaru exclaimed. Haruhi's eyebrows shot straight up.
"Your accountants?"
"Yes..." Hikaru answered tentatively, afraid he had upset her.
"Not your parents, at least?"
"I doubt they know how to do that sort of thing, or if they do, they don't have the time." Hikaru said, giving her a confused stare. Haruhi shook her head. It's insane how rich they are! How could I possibly relate to that kind of life?
Deciding that the conversation was just too sad for her, she turned to see where she lived. She liked what she saw. It was a little place, an apartment of sorts. The building itself was two stories cut into four separate places for tenants to live. A set of stairs could be seen to reach the second floor. She looked at the twins, noting the slightly disgusted looks on their faces. Karou was the first to wipe away the look, and Hikaru followed soon after. Once they seemed to be O.K with their surroundings, Haruhi asked where she lived.
"Top left, wasn't it?" Hikaru asked. Karou looked up at the specified door.
"Yeah, top left."
They made their way up the stairs, the guys in front and Haruhi following close behind. She didn't want to admit it, but she was getting extremely nervous. What were her parents like? Strict? Drunks? A parade of nasty images flashed through her mind. She took a deep breath and sighed. Oh please. Who am I kidding? My parents will be totally normal. I don't even know what I'm so worried about. As she relaxed, she was delighted to see that the apartment building was well taken care of, and had a friendly air about it. The tension soon left her, and when they had gotten to her front door, she was as calm as ever. Hikaru turned to look at her.
"Ready?" he asked.
"What's there to be ready for?" she asked incredulously. He sighed, turned, and knocked.
Silence was his only answer. An exceptionally long pause ensued. Hikaru gave Karou a look, and this time Karou knocked. Even though it was a bit louder then the first time, there still wasn't a response. Nothing could be heard behind the little wooden door in front of the trio: no shuffling, no yelling, no whispering, nor a voice of any sort, no walking, no objects being knocked over and smashed, not a thing. After a few more awkward moments Haruhi asked, "Don't I have a key or something?". The twins thought for a moment, and then Hikaru let out a bemused sigh. Before saying anything, he tried to make sure the door was locked.
"Geez!" he smacked his forehead, "How could we be so dumb? Her dad works until late, remember?" Karou groaned.
"You're right. Now what are we going to do?" Haruhi was not amused by the fact that she had been ignored.
"Don't I have a key or something!" she repeated, making sure she sounded loud and angry. Both boys looked at her and laughed.
"Aww, is someone getting impatient?" Hikaru chuckled, "Don't worry sunshine, we'll look for a key."
They began to look around the threshold of the door, under the mat, and generally around the area of her front door. As the twins did the labour, Haruhi stood and watched them for a minute or so. After she got tired of that she asked, "Looking for this?" She held up a little silver key.
"Where did you get that?" Karou asked, sounding a bit flustered.
"My pocket. Now move over so I can get in my house." She pushed Karou aside, who had practically crawling on her mat outside of the door. They both composed themselves as she unlocked and pushed open her front door.

T.B.C

I understand this isn't a masterpiece or anything. Even looking back a little, I can tell that this story isn't all that great. I hope it's at least entertaining, since that is kind of the whole point of writing this. Thanks so much for reading! As always, feedback is greatly appreciated.

DISCLAIMER: I think I've run out of cool disclamers. *sigh* I don't own this. There. I said it. Now I'm off to High Five for some frozen yogurt.