AN: Hello, this is Erin. Nice to meet you and thank you for sticking around to the second chapter. This will turn into one of my favorite fan fictions that I've written, once things start to move along. Have patience and hopefully, stay loyal. ;D

By the way, this IS my first fanfic posted, so try not to be too harsh. I'm sorry if there is any OOC.

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His voice rang in her ears as her eyes widened more. Why was he here? Why at this time? Had she been played? Again? This had to be the twins fault. The Collaboration Committee (From Episode 2, with the "love" letter and what not) had worked up a scheme. Of course. Of course. This couldn't be a coincidence... But why--?

She was lost her own thoughts, staring blankly ahead as the man-boy laughed and clearly said:

"Suoh. Tamaki Suoh."

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"T-T-Tamaki!" she sputtered out as she finally saw his face. Now the suspicion was concreted. It was him. Dear Lord, no...

He raised his finger to his lips which barred the same smirk as earlier. "Shh."

"Ah...here you are." the waiter announced, lifting his finger from the reservations list, picking up two menus, and trailing away from the podium. "Right this way."

Throughout the small trip, she disapprovingly glared up at him. She looked so serious...he couldn't help but chuckle. Haruhi grabbed his hand and flung it off of her shoulder.

"This is not funny. Don't you dare laugh." she growled, sitting down once they reached the table.

He only raised his hand, cupping it over his mouth, and laughing into it. "Sorry..." he muttered.

"Is there anything you two would like to drink?"

"Uh...an iced tea." Tamaki responded. "Haruhi?"

"A water." she muttered somewhat politely.

"Alright. I'll be back soon with your beverages."

As soon as he walked off, Tamaki grinned. "Did you get stood up, too?"

"Stood up?" ...what? "...Too?" ...Things were definitely suspicious.

'Yeah. I was told to meet a customer here. Kyoya sent me...Don't tell me your here dressed all spiffy for no reason. And as a guy as that." He pointed at her clothes lazily. "That's pretty guy-ish. I'd wear that." he said, looking under his fingernails, bored. He was almost mocking her. Truth be told, he was.

"...You're dressed up too..." she mumbled. Haruhi felt something different in the air. Tamaki wasn't his rambuctious self...quite calm, in fact. She could get used to this. She prayed he wouldn't be back to his old ways soon.

"Well, I told you." He set his hand down on the table. "I had a 'date'. I'm disappointed. You're not even grateful that I rescued you from making a fool of yourself." he sighed. "There's always next time."

"Hey...if anyone's the fool here, it's you. And the sad part is, you know it!" she huffed, suddenly getting a tinge of anger. Expecting another un-Tamaki-like remark, ideas of insults passed through her mind. But then again..he'd probably find a convenient corner soon enough.

"Hmm...perhaps you're right." he grinned once again. "It's fun arguing with you."

"...What?" Haruhi asked, unamused. He reached across the table, ruffling his hand through her hair. "What are you doing?"

He relaxed against his chair, one arm propped up on the backrest, laughing to himself once again. "If we're here for the day, why don't we...you know, spend it together? Goof off...like the common folk usually do." His finger whirled around in the air in imperfect little circles ."Besides, it's not like I'm going to try anything. You can trust me."

A day off would be fun...and Tamaki was her friend...how bad could it get...?

"...Sure." she nodded and smiled. Her eyes lit up with a quick realization. "Do you think those girls will come?"

He looked off to the side for a moment, biting his lower lip. Returning his gaze to hers, he shook his head with a smile. "Nah."

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AH: Yes, I know. Major OOCness on Tamaki. But...I needed him to be serious. I'm sorry. ;-; For you faithful Tamaki fans (such as myself. I feel bad), don't worry, he'll be back soon.

Tune into Chapter 3, which will hopefully be up soon!

-Erin