Caitlyn looked around the party. It was a huge hit, and the lawn was packed with giggling girls and their hosts. She looked over to the Shadow-King, who was sitting not too far away. The hosts had changed for the party. It was too hot to wear those suit uniforms in a field with hardly any shade cover. Kyouya was in a sleeveless black shirt and jeans, and Caitlyn couldn't help but think that black looked good on him…she shook the thought out of her head before it developed into something. She was beginning to hope that he wasn't a jerk.

"What a waste that would be….he's hot," she said quietly, chuckling to herself. She'd admit that…but nothing else.

Kyouya didn't know whether to be happy or not. Apparently, their graduation had drawn more people to the club. He wasn't sure whether to be happy that profits were much higher than expected, or annoyed that they only appreciated his friends now when they were almost gone. He looked up from his laptop to where Caitlyn sat two feet away. He then noticed that she was writing something, and not reading. He was sitting in the shade of a large tree at the edge of the large lawn because his pale skin was easily burned. No chance of that for Caitlyn though, as she had removed her leggings a while ago. Apparently, they were really just long socks, and she was able to take them off easily. With leggings and gloves removed, she had lain down on her stomach in the sun with what he had assumed was her book and presumably read.

He was alternating in between hosting and sitting. He had walked around making last minute sells, making small talk, and going back to sit before he burnt. But it was a very hot day, and he preferred to sit. He had almost run out of things to sell anyway. It was already past six.

"What are you doing?" he asked. She looked up from the spiral bound book lying in the grass and flipped her pencil across her fingers.

"Sketching," she said. He was surprised when he sensed no enmity in her voice. She stared down at her sketchbook, biting her lip. She put the pencil down and erased something, then began sketching again.

"Can I see?" he ventured. She pursed her lips thoughtfully, the shrugged and sat up. She reached over and handed it to him. He looked down at the picture, and started. It was…him. He was about to turn the page, then looked up. "May I?" She nodded.

"This is…Tamaki," he observed, flipping back. He had a goofy smile on his face, but his eyes were deep and understanding. He noticed he was the last person she had drawn. He flipped again, and saw Huny, smiling in a wise sort of way that he wouldn't have drawn him with. Then Mori, with a stoic face hiding a kind look in his eyes. Then…one of the twins.

"I suppose you want to know why I drew the twins separately," she said. She had moved, and was looking over his shoulder. The twin there had a dark and irate but sad look on his face. He looked at the way the hair was parted. It was Hikaru. He turned the page again, and there was Kaoru. He had a different expression; a gentle smile. He looked as if he was going to ask if you were alright, which Kyouya found interesting.

"They're different people. When they're together, they're both playful and they like to trick people. It's a gentle mischievousness. But when they're apart, Kaoru is more caring. And Hikaru is quieter and a bit dark. He lets his temper get a hold of him, and his brother is always there to calm him. So I drew them how I see them. Mori is quiet, but he's kind. And Huny, although he acts like a kid, is actually smart and pretty experienced. And Tamaki, although he acts stupid, can see through people. Haruhi helped me see that. She sorta felt bad that I was so scornful of him I guess…" she trailed off, thinking. If Tamaki can see though people…and Kyouya is his best friend…then he can't be a jerk, can he?

He turned again, and saw Haruhi with a smile and those chocolate brown eyes that could stare into your soul. He turned back to his face, and he noticed that you couldn't read it. He was completely expressionless. He stared at the portrait for a moment.

And me? he wondered. She looked at him carefully, trying to discern his expression. She had drawn him without any expression because she hadn't made a decision about him yet. But he kept quiet, to her slight relief. He handed her to sketchbook, and she sat down and turned the page, starting another picture. He watched her carefully.

So she doesn't know what to make of me yet, he thought.

Just then, there was a cry. They looked over and saw Kaoru lying on the grass, moaning. Hikaru rushed over.

"Kaoru!" he cried in anguish. Caitlyn looked across the field. Haruhi was watching the twins with a bored look.

"That's what you get for running away when I try to kiss you," said Hikaru. About a hundred fan girls swooned.

"Hikaru…it hurts…" Hikaru slipped his hand under Kaoru's head, and looked into his eyes.

"Well next time you should let me," he said in a low voice. Haruhi rolled her eyes and looked away, and Caitlyn followed suit.

"Although, they both enjoy that twincest act, and I'm not sure what to say to that," she amended with a wry smile. Kyouya smirked in agreement.

Haruhi looked out across the field. It wasn't as bad as she'd thought it would be. There wasn't really any garbage except for a few napkins. The only people left were the hosts and a few straggling girls. The field was dark now, and the only reason she could see Kyouya under his tree was because of the glow of his computer screen. There was a shadow sitting next to him which she assumed was Caitlyn. She watched as two more girls left, leaving only…she counted seven. She checked her watch; it was already nine fifteen. All of her customers had left, so she figured it was time to go home. She made her way over to Caitlyn and Kyouya.

"But you should tell them now," came Caitlyn's voice.

"Perhaps…" responded Kyouya thoughtfully. Haruhi wondered what they were talking about when Caitlyn noticed her.

"Hi Haruhi," said Caitlyn. She cleared her throat.

"Hi. You ready to leave?" she asked. Caitlyn looked up. She was lying in the grass facing the Shadow King, and she had a sketchbook open.

"Sure…how are we getting home anyway? I don't know how to get home from here," she said thoughtfully. Haruhi shrugged.

"Senpai offered to drive me home. I don't think he'll mind taking you too," she said. Caitlyn raised an eyebrow.

"I'm not sure I want to be in a limo with you two lovebirds. I might be permanently scarred for life," she said, her voice dripping with sarcasm. Haruhi glared at her, blushing slightly. She was about to respond when the other hosts walked up. Kyouya cleared his throat, catching the attention of the club.

"Caitlyn suggested-"

"I said you guys should have another party, with just the host club for Huny-Senpai and Mori-Senpai, without all the shallow girls screaming around you. You could go to the beach or something and just hang out. I mean, you'll probably do it anyway…even if it's not a planned party, but I said it's in order since you've known each other for so long," she said, interrupting Kyouya. Kyouya adjusted his glasses and glared at her.

"The beach would be nice, right Takashi?" asked Huny excitedly. "We could have cake there."

"…yes."

"We already did this. It didn't end so well," pointed out Haruhi. Tamaki gave her a dazzling smile.

"I'll always be there to catch you," he said. Haruhi rolled her eyes in response.

"Yes, let's go to the beach," said the twins mischievously. Caitlyn looked at them, not even wanting to know why they were so happy about it. Kyouya shrugged.

"It looks like its in majority," he said.

"Wonderful, you guys can have fun," she said dryly. "But could someone either tell me how to get home from here or give me a drive?" The twins' arms shot around her, and she groaned. She let her head drop, then turned it to look at Kaoru, then Hikaru.

"Beggars can't be choosers I guess," she muttered resignedly. The twins laughed evilly, making her sigh and her shoulders slump.

"And you're coming to the beach with us too, right?" they chimed.

"Cait-chan can come!" announced Huny. Tamaki looked up, his face displaying a drop of fear.

"Uh…maybe?" she said. The twins dragged her off backwards to their limo then, and she looked back with 'help me' written all over her face.

"What did I agree to?" she moaned.

A/N: Yes, I know I said I wouldn't finish this story because I didn't like it. But I have the rest of it sitting here on my computer, bothering me and taking up space, so I decided what the hell. (To those of you who didn't get the memo I put in Meant to Be, which has been taking up most of my time so far, sorry! I know it's been a year... T.T) So the rest will be coming when I get a chance to update. :-) The only reason I'm finishing it is because you all liked it so much. XD So R&R please!