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This chapter is in Haruhi's POV and is 'based' on the song Summertime Sadness by Lana Del Rey.

This is my first time on a plane and it suddenly occurs to me that I ought to be nervous. But my practical side, which wholeheartedly abandons me during those terrible thunder-storms, demands that I relax and sit my ass down on the admittedly extremely indulgent reclining chair.

Ah that is better.

The plane is remarkably big especially considering its use for private and not commercial flights. In other words whenever Kyoya-sempai's insanely rich family decide at the drop of an incredibly expensive metaphorical hat to jet set their way around the world, visiting cosmopolitan cities; strutting their stuff down the Champs-Elysées, watching wonderful musicals on Broadway from a private room in which they cannot be disturbed by 'commoner's and one cannot forget the lavish parties his older sister frequents and you got yourself a carbon footprint a couple of hundred miles long.

But I am not here to judge…much.

I am here to have a mini-rant about the stuff that super rich people feel the need to spend their millions on whilst the rest of us must work every day of our lives just to pay rent or mortgage.

Okay mini-rant over.

It's nothing like I what have imagined a plane to be. For one, there is a fricking kitchen with a maid and butler holding trays and standing statue still until they are given an order. I seriously doubt that happens on a regular economic flight. Their priorities are clearly screwed over due to their wealth.

Alright, the kitchen is tiny and decorated with small black and white tiles that are seriously giving me a massive headache…but still it's a kitchen.

We are soaring high over the clouds and yet still the boys…well Tamaki and Hikaru manage to show their hyperactive side in great detail. Hikaru isn't talking to me but that doesn't mean I can't enjoy his child-like joy as he trashes Tamaki in some video game.

"You suck, Tono!" Hikaru sticks his tongue out impishly. "I'm the king of the world," he declares as he beats on his rather broad chest.

I can't help but laugh at such a spectacle. Perhaps it is due to my lack of sleep or I am just adjusting to my crazy group of friends whom always manage to surprise me and entertain me, no matter what.

If they question my sudden bout of insane laughter, I will claim weariness due to their abnormal behaviour….actually in their case, this behaviour is considered normal.

Kyoya-sempai is observing their antics from a safe distance in case of random controller tossing which occurs often when they decide to play video games. Tamaki always loses but he forgets every time that he is a perpetually sore loser whom detests losing with every fibre of his being. He morphs into a beast of mass destruction….it's scary!

I amble towards his perch…from this distance, he resembles an ostrich whose head is rotated 360. Not the most complimentary image you say…oh but you would be surprised how little he must do in order to appear attractive. Just ask all his fangirls at school whom fawn over him relentlessly just for gazing at them a millisecond longer than usual.

So yes, even in this current position, he is still strikingly attractive.

But he appears incredibly constipated.

"Are you annoyed that they are disturbing your sleep? Or are you just upset that you can't spend more time with Kaoru? I know that he likes you….and you him," I question, confident that my suspicions are accurate.

He chuckles softly, yet that sound coming from his is menacing and rather frightening.

"An intriguing notion in its own way," he declares in a condescending manner

"-and yet she can't figure out what's in front of her nose," he says as an afterthought, causing me to frown indignantly.

What on earth is he talking about?

Is he suggesting that…I am so dense…?

Wait! I know why Hikaru is so furious with me now.

He has liked me all this time and I have been just too thick to realise it.

Hikaru's amber eyes catch mine in a split second and then I understand. He wasn't angry because I didn't return his feelings. No, he is angry for a completely different reason. He is my best friend but he is also the one whom I care deeply for in a manner that is clearly not just friendship. And I reciprocated his feelings, giving him hope and then I believing that he is merely being his usual coquettish self…. I see now. I don't understand why it took me so long.

"Took you long enough," Kyoya-sempai mutters before chuckling softly once more.

Is it just me or is he doing more than his fair share of chuckling in this chapter?

I hope that you all enjoyed this chapter!