Ha! That was that, I thought. I had just finished writing the last words of Ritsu's conversation with Tetsuya. Feeling very proud of myself, I leaned back on my chair and met eye-to-eye with the ultimate fangirl. She must have been watching me write the entire time: Renge. Her piercing stare gave me the creeps.
"You're done?!" she squealed. It was not a happy squeal.
"Yes," I said. "Something not right?"
"Something not right? Of COURSE something's not right! What about ME??? Don't I get a happy love story, too?"
I felt kind of awkward, sitting there in front of my computer. I wasn't really thinking of Renge, actually. To me, she just seemed like one of us, adoring fans of the Host Club. It never crossed my mind that she might have a love story, too. Me being stupid, of course. She is a major character in the anime, as I should have remembered.
"Well, um,..." I didn't know what to say.
"Forget it." She began to pout. "You writers are all the same. Some pretty boys get cuddly together and you start to forget that there are girls in a story." Hey! no, that's not all true,...I was feeling a bit offended there.
"So, um, you want me to make something up for you? I can do it quick," I said.
"Don't bother. You're no good of a writer anyways."
Well, excuse me for trying.
"Oh, but you can't say all of it was bad. The sight of those boys pining desperately for each other, so close and yet so far,...Ah!" She sighed blissfully. As much as I was flattered to hear that not-all-of-it-was-bad, what's all this about pining-desperately-for-each-other? I wanted to explain that pining-desperately wasn't really the (entire) point, but it seemed like a waste of time at the moment.
"And why didn't you put a bit more action into that last story? They were sitting on a Bed! You put a Bed into a story and you didn't even use it!"
What? Wait, NO! That's not the point!
"But what about just the sense of it? That these boys are caught in all sorts of different types of love, in ways that none of the others could ever understand. They're confused, and beautiful, and frustrated?" Or something like that. Now that I think about it, that was pretty cheezy, what I said there.
"Hmm." She seemed satisfied with that answer at least. I was relieved.
"Juuust one question," she looked at me evily. "When did Haruhi become a girl?"
Oh no. No, no, no, I am not going to explain that.
But this kind of loving, pining and obsessing, makes for a kind of love story, too, doesn't it?