I'm soooooo sorry for not writing a longer chapter today. Feeling a little conflicted writing wise. Every ounce of me wants to write a damn good fanfiction that makes my readers coo and love me, then beg for more and more until I give it to them. But despite the writing books that line my kindle bookshelf, each filled with knowledge about how to perfect the skill millions of writers strive to have, nothing seems to make my writing perfect. I know. Perfection doesn't exist. It's a myth. It's something to strive for until you grow old of age and grow tired of spending every waking moment craving sweet perfection. Sad how I'll keep typing away at my keyboard knowing full and well I want nothing but the best for you. And how I'd do anything including lose sleep constructing plans on how to give you sweet perfection.

For now, this is close enough. ;)

Enjoy the very short, info packed chapter.

Disclaimer: I don't Ouran High School Host Club. If I did, Mori would be locked in a room with me doing things that would your mind for most of the show. :)

Amy growled in annoyance, kicking Koga and Tyler's dirty clothes out of her path so she could get to the living room without dropping the cake she spent ours making for the new neighbor. Stupid boys for messing up her perfect apartment.

"Koga, Tyler, get your butts in here." Amy yelled. If she went into their rooms she would have to kill them. Who knew what laid behind those doors. It was bad enough the living room became the dirty clothes hamper. She shivered in digust and kicked sweaty shirts, boxers bright enough to burn eyelids off and ripped jeans into a messy pile in middle of the brown carpet.

Koga came out of his corner room first. His sleep clothes, merely a pair of loose shorts and nothing else, barely covered his toned body which rippled with every step he took out of his bedroom. The smell of cinnamon hit Amy's nose when he sprawled out on the couch beside her. Legs kicked up on the pile of smelly clothes.

"I told you about the new girl an hour ago, why the hell aren't you dressed?" Koga shrugged off the question and flashed a heart melting smile at his long time on-and-off lover.

"I fell asleep."

"You don't have to sleep naked."

"Yet you still like having me undressed when you sneak in my room at night."

Amy rolled her eyes then flicked his forehead with a manicured finger. Lucky for her, Koga was busy rubbing his sore head to notice to small blush that settled on her cheeks. Not that Amy wanted him to see how his sexual nature brought out the sexy beast that lingered behind her rough exterior.

Tyler came out of his bedroom fixing his biker jacket so that the collar popped up more. Something about wanting to seem more bad ass than usual.

Koga came back fully dressed in a tight sleeveless shirt. His hands still moved to button his jeans. Even with the simple movement, his arm muscles rippled and Amy almost turned to goop on the spot.

Amy stared straight ahead the entire walk to apartment 214. Koga and Tyler followed silently behind her. More like their eyes lingered at the slender form of their female best friend. The three of them had an understanding. They all had needs. It was obvious after being friends for a couple of years, with the growing sexual tension that rose with their odd triangle (which was more like a triangle missing a line), Amy would find herself in one of her friends beds when the nights got too lonely to deal with alone. The few times they all three of them ended up in bed together...well those were rare occasions to say the least, rarely talked about all together.

Being too distracted to notice when Amy came to a halt in the middle of their walk, the boys bumped into her. Lucky enough, her masterpiece vanilla cake covered in white chocolate frosting with cut up strawberries littered on top and carefully placed into a container stayed in her hands even with the brute force of two buff guys making the poor girl almost fall. Neon green eyes turned into slits within seconds. Koga and Tyler rubbed the back of their heads sheepishly.

The song of music made the anger that built up pretty quick in Amy fade fast. A voice, loud enough to hear over the blaring tunes carried over the small garden in front of the apartment complex. Tyler rose an eyebrow. Koga looked around for the voice. It sounded close by. Maybe a few apartments away.

Amy kept walking again. The boys followed behind, their ears trained on the soft voice that loomed around them and consumed those who listened in mere seconds. Even those who they passed on the side walk seemed to be in a daze. Eyes wide open, their eyes flicked back and forth between apartment. Probably searching for the voice too.

As they got closer to apartment 214, the words of Some Nights got clearer. Amy sang softly, unable to resist the melody anymore. Spiked red hair moved from sight to side. Her body swayed. Her fingers moved up to play the bass on her trusty air guitar, with one hand. The cake was held loosely with the other, still her fingers strummed against the plastic.

Tyler had already started banging away with air drumsticks to focused on hitting the right notes to notice the rest of the band jamming away, heads bobbing away. Eyes open just enough to know they were walking into the street, but their eyelids were still half closed.

When the trance finally ended, they stood in front of Rose Kuro's door with flushed faces. Amy straightened up her open flannel shirt and rubbed her sweaty palm against her dark washed jeans before knocking on the oak door, noticing the faint sound of Some Nights get softer and softer even with the thick wood closing the gap between the band and the apartment.

Yes, this story was extremely short. Yes, this will turn into a lemony rated M story at some point in time. But trust me, you will be warned when that happens. *flashes an evil grin* And that scene will be quite delightful indeed. And yes, these questions weren't asked by any of you. *giggles*

Writers love reviews. *looks at my one review so far* Writers have felt my pain before. And for those who don't want to cause this innocent nineteen year old anymore pain, write some damn reviews. *smiles innocently* Please and thank you.