Sadly, there was hosting today. I noticed that everyone at Ouran at least smelled like roses. Even Haruhi. It must show how long you've been going here because Honey-senpai smelled the most like roses. Haruhi smelled more like cheap rose perfume. It made me wonder... Did I smell like roses?
All the girls swooned over my cool responses to their questions and requests, but they practically fainted when I acted like loosing my glasses really didn't bother me at all. Renge was wrong about the ladies. Insecure wouldn't have gotten me anything. The girls who come to me are looking for a cool, collected attitude. When I can provide that even in a tough situation? I can only imagine what must be going through their heads.
I actually kind of liked hosting today. But like all good things, it had to come to an end. The girls went home, and I followed suit. I rode home in the limo and attempted to do my homework once again. Once again, I have up and tried to find something to eat. Once again, there was nothing, and once again, I found myself going to sleep in an old t-shirt and boxers.
A/N: *ducks behind Mori* Wait! Wait! Don't kill me! The chapter is short for a reason! Stuffs happens next chapter! I know this is just filler, that's why I kept it to a minimum! *sobs uncontrollably* D-don't kill me... I'm too pretty to die...
Kyoya: Wow, that sounded really shallow...
Me: *sobs* I know... It was a joke... Don't you kill me too... *takes Tamaki's emo corner*