Title: Idiot

Author: Me

Rating: G or K

Note: Me was really bored and wrote this. Enjoy I suppose. Kyouya/Tamaki

"Why do I put up with this? Why do I listen to him babble and why do I even pretend to care? Is there a reason why I like the way he talks, the way he moves, the way he laughs around me? He's in idiot, a complete failure in anything he's ever tried to accomplish. He's not worth my time, or even a mere glance, yet I find myself staring without reason. The way his hair moves catches my eye on a windy day and the bright smile he shows to everyone, Why do I think of him too?

Is there something wrong with me, do I only like he because he's there? Could I possible feel love for the loser I consider my friend, or do I already know what this is? I thought I was confused about my feeling toward him, yet maybe it's my mind telling me that indeed I do Love him. Something I'm .. I wonder if he knows I see him watching..."

"How'd you know. Wait wait, You love me?" Tamaki asked out of the blue, leaning a bit more over the mans shoulder to see what he was writing within the little book that sat on the table, pen in hand.

"Your almost on top of me. And yeah, I suppose." A distracted answer as he continued writing in the neat script that belonged only to him.

A squeal was heard from the boy next to him and he jumped up and down with a smile, hugging Kyouya around the neck as he leaned down to do so.

"..Did I mention idiot?"