Lovely Wishes

Summary: With all the pollution and city lights in the air, you can't see the stars. So, just wish on an airplane. It'll carry your wish for you; first class. Even if it's "just" about a boy you like. One-Shot Series. OC's Accepted!

Rating: These Will All Be Rated T Just 'Cause I Love Taffy~

Disclaimer: I Do Not Own Ouran. I Do Not Own Your OCs. I Just Own My Own Writing And Stories.

What The Radio Says: "Airplanes" By B.O.B And Hayley

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Title: Stand Out: Kaylee Kimball: By Me

Summary Of Chapter: Kaylee is very hard to not notice. Everyone knows that. She's loud, always smiling, and optimistic. But, the one person she likes, she can't help by tremble and become uncharacteristically silent. And now, her friends are determined to make him notice her as who she really is.

Paring: One sided OC/Kaoru

Theme: Romance, Humor

Song Of The Chapter: "Stand Out" By Tevin Campbell

Notes: Kaylee is my own OC. I'm using her as an example of what I will do to your OC(s). ^^
(Also, Konosho is the same Konosho is the series. Just because I felt too lazy to write up a new OC just to be Kaylee's friend… XD)

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"I'M GOING TO SCHOOL NOW, EVERYONE!" Kaylee waved enthusiastically to her servants

"Goodbye Mistress—" Kaylee coughed hysterically, trying to make a not-so-discreet point come across.

"…" They all sweat-dropped, "Goodbye… Kaylee."

Kaylee's sudden coughing fit suddenly over, she smiled widely as she raced out of the Western-Styled home. A home where she had to take a chunk of money out of her allowance, not only to bring herself and luggage, but to bring all her usual servants and their belongings as well.

She jumped over the door, not bothering to open it, as she landed in the cherry red car, smiling widely to her friend Konosho; her first friend she ever made in Japan. And though the two could easily get a limo or a chauffer, Konosho had just gotten her driver's license and Kaylee had convinced her to try to become independent with such an object.

"What's the point of having something, if you don't USE IT? Drive that bloody Ferrari, darlin'! Now go get the keys and hit the gas!"

The two laughing (Konosho had gotten her license more then 3 months ago and she had gotten used to the atmosphere she and Kaylee would create in it), Kaylee threw her arms up in the air, "THAT'S RIGHT WORLD! WE'RE UNBIOLOGICAL SISTERS, AND WE'RE GOING TO ROCK YA'!"

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"I have rights!" Kaylee argued loudly in the middle of lunch

Konosho shrugged, smiling slightly at her "younger" sister's newest rant (Kaylee being born a month after her).

"I am an American AND British citizen! In America, we have a freedom of expression! How—HOW I ask you—can I express myself in-in…" She picked up her yellow dress, a school uniform for Ouran High School females, "In this yellow rubbish! Un-American, I tell you! Un-American, and-and Un-Eurpoean! UN-GLOBAL! No one should be forced to wear this ITCHY, DISGUSTING ARTICLE OF 'CLOTHING'!"

"That's too bad of a shame, Kaylee." Konosho shrugged, setting down a new teacup she had gotten in the mail from her boyfriend the day before as a souvenir from England, "You have to, and so far, you have, and you probably always will."

"I will boycott this! I-I'll wear the BOY'S uniform or something!"

"That would be most unlady-like, Kaylee!" Konosho argued gently, "We all have a duty, and this is one of ours."

"I'd rather be NAKED then wear—!" Konosho covered her mouth, her face red and obviously feeling awkward. With a shaky sigh, she whispered, "Not everyone here is as pure-minded as you, Kaylee. They may get the wrong idea, and you're my dearest 'sister'. I do not want anything unpleasant to happen to you do you under—KAYLEE!" Konosho took her hand away from the girl's mouth, Kaylee smirking victoriously that her "plan" had worked. ("Plan" meaning that she had just licked her friend's hand to get if off)

"Kaylee, that is disgusting!" Konosho scolded, trying to muffle a violent laughter

Sometimes Konosho felt like a mother around Kaylee. It had never taken much time for anyone to realize how she saw the world. It wasn't harmful, it was beautiful. Konosho always felt angry when she heard others talk about how "immature", "foolish", "irritatingly child-like" they thought Kaylee was. Kaylee was innocent, pure, and of course she was child-like! It was only as a child that you could see the world even the tiniest ways that Kaylee could.

Perhaps it was caused by her lack of parental bonding, thought Konosho, that had caused Kaylee to end up how she was? Konosho afterall had once seen the girl's father, however unexpected it was, come home. He had apparently been touring around China with the rest of his band (a punk rock band called "Just In Time", the name seeming cutely ironic to the scene in hindsight) and he had convinced them to let him slip away for a few hours to travel to Japan and see his daughter. Konosho had seen her father in the multiple posters of him and the band along with her mother's movie/TV series posters in Kaylee's room, but his face was always painted dead white with greasy-black markings, wearing full on leather, his hair styled as a Mohawk, and he'd be sticking his tongue out or something else disgusting. Often Konosho would wonder to herself what Kaylee's mother ever saw in him. But at that moment, his make-up was gone, as was his leather, and his hair was styled back down. His hair was chestnut brown and was messy, obviously uncombed, his eyes were a deep dark blue that one could only find in a color wheel. He was wearing a red and thin black striped t-shirt with a fake Aviator's jacket on with jeans and a pair of old ratty sneakers. His face was tan despite the white make-up she always saw him lather on and had countless freckles.

She realized, with a small smile, that Kaylee looked just like him; and that they were both beautiful.

The father named Justin rushed in, grabbing his 14 year old child into the air into a hug. The two were laughing and the atmosphere felt 5 times more home-like and casual. Konosho didn't feel awkward or anything of the sort. She felt like she was watching a movie, and with the audience, was completely enchanted by the familiar, almost reckless, pure energy the two gave off.

Kaylee's parents –or at least her father- were gone much, yes, but they weren't ever not there for her.

Konosho wondered if it was because she was raised by a nursemaid though, that she was this way. The nursemaid had been of African origin, but she had never been in Africa itself, being born and raised in the country-side of England. Her name was Jocelyn and she was a very pleasant woman. Her skin was like chocolate, warm and sweet, and her eyes were the same, both in color and spiritual feeling. She wore a pleasant smile, like she too was part of the audience, though it was as her screen was always paused on every beautifully enchanting moment she could find. Kaylee had been raised with her as her basic mother-figure, and even to the point where she considers her "Aunt Josie" family.

Was it the fact that she was just raised in England? No, that would be stereotypical and absurd.

Perhaps... it was just because Kaylee could be how she was, and therefore she was. It seemed much like the sort of thing that girl would answer her question with, afterall.

Konosho smiled, as if she was having a private joke, as she raised her teacup back to her lips while Kaylee continued her insanely loud rant.

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Konosho swears she had only been gone for a minute.

JUST a minute.

To talk to her boyfriend in England…

…For about an hour…

…Maybe more…

But it hadn't been long enough for Kaylee to just break down! She was like a robot! Always same programming, no matter what! SHE WAS KAYLEE.

So, naturally, Konosho wanted to know who had made Kaylee go into a corner, trembling, and make them PAY.

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"And ANOTHER THING Mr. Yamato, if that is your real name, I demand to know who exactly made YOU my math teacher!"

"…The school board." The elderly teacher sweat-dropped, the rest of the class silent with amused smiles. Kaylee was at it again, putting on a show, just like her parents always would.

"I demand a right to choose my own teachers! Because I, for one," she held out her Interactive Math Notebook, filled with triangles, equations, and other scribbles, "UNDERSTAND SH*T OF THIS."

"...That's because you're dsylexic, Miss. Kimball. I'd be willing to help you understand better if you just came in after school..."

"Are you TRYING to destroy my social life 'MISTER Burns'? I am both an American AND British citizen! I demand rights!"

"..." Another seat-drop, "You're in Japan, Miss. Kimball..."

"And is THAT why you make this so-called 'math' so hard to understand! ARE YOU RACIST, MR. BURNS? Because I am HAPPY -no, I am PROUD- of my origins! And you should learn to respect that!"

"...Miss. Kimball, I do respect your origins, but it is not my fault if you do not understand-"

"YES IT IS! Which is why I demand the right for us to pick our own teachers! That way, I CAN UNDERSTAND THIS USELESS CR*P! Cr*p that I will NEVER have to use EVER again!"

"Miss. Kimball, I would be grateful if you did not use curses to replace the word 'math'-"

"CR*P, CR*P, CR*PITY-CR*P!"

Then, out of nowhere, a new voice entered the debate, and it was laughing. The entire classroom's heads turned to the open door, to find a male with auburn colored hair and gold-brown eyes dressed in the school's male High School uniform. His head was thrown back and his stomach was embraced by his arms, trying to calm himself down, yet he was unable, still laughing. Seeing the stares, and the one irritated one from Kaylee who was upset about someone interrupting her just when she was in her mojo, the teen straighten himself up, brushing away a tear of laughter from his face.

"S-Sorry, it's just that… She's so cute and funny!"

Kaylee's face tried to be like stone, still irritated, but it was no use.

She blushed. BRIGHT RED.

"Wh-What's your name?" he asked, ignoring the stares of the classroom and teacher, and acting as if he had just met the girl of interest alone, "I'm Kaoru Hitachiin, freshman of class 1A."

"K-Kaylee. Kaylee Kimball… Fr-Freshman of class 1B…"

"Kaylee?" he smiled, reminding all strangely of a Cheshire Cat, "That's a pretty name. I'll have to remember it."

And just like that he was gone.

And just like that, the class was silent and continued with their studies.

And just like that… Kaylee was "broken".. And still blushing for "Kaoru".

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Finding out about the situation and that it had been a member of the Host Club, the very club that had helped her and you-know-who get back together, she smiled.

"That's wonderful Kaylee, Kaoru's your crush?"

"Is-Is not!" she argued, her face turning uncharacteristically red

"I'm glad for you, Kaylee!" she smiled widely before adding a smug smile as she helped her friend up, she added, "Hey, do you know what time it is?"

Her face still a faint pink, she responded timidly, "Uh, it-it's 3:12…"

"Great! Then we still have time to get you to the Host Club!" She stated, forcing Kaylee to run with her before she could object or fight (or at least, fight easily)

"Wh-What? I-I refuse! I HAVE RIGHTS AS BOTH AN AMERICAN AND BRITISH CITIZEN...!"

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See? No Kaoru ends up loving Kaylee! It's just Kaylee having a crush and Kaoru happening to meet her! I rather like how this turned out and I think it went rather smoothly. ^^

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