Disclaimer: I do not own Ouran High school Host Club, or the hosts, (because if I did, Hikaru would have been the one with Haruhi, but sadly she and Tamaki are meant for each other). They all belong to Hatori Bisco. I do own Abby, Dawn and their parents.

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Chapter 1: Lost

In which Abby gets lost on the way to her first day of school, and meets someone.

7:30am came much too early for Abby the day she started school after a sleepless night. Groaning loudly to herself, she rolled out of bed, face planting on the ground with a resounding thud. Dressed in her usual attire, a tank top and pair of short spandex shorts, she warily made her way to the now vacant bathroom, only pausing to grab a towel on her way. She locked the bathroom door, and turned the water onto full blast. Sighing, she stripped and climbed into the inviting warmth.

Meanwhile, Dawn sat in the kitchen, spooning cereal into her mouth while she checked her email on her laptop. It was identical to the one sitting in Abby's room (A replacement for the one she smashed). She heard her sister get up, and had heard the shower start in the bathroom as well. The small apartment was on the ground level, and she also could hear the other tenants above them getting ready for the day. She didn't think there were any students from Ouran in this building, seeing as it was a school for rich kids. Her wet still wet hair clung in wet tendrils to her forehead, black as ink.

Abby hadn't seen it quite yet, but Dawn doubted that she would notice it at all. The shower stopped after another five minutes had passed, and by then, Dawn was already in her room, putting on some clothes. She heard her sisters footsteps pass by her room to her sister's room, and heard the door shut. A shuffling made Dawn believe that her sister was going through her own clothes.

Abby looked through her small dresser with three drawers of clothing. Her closet held the stuff she didn't ever wear. Mostly stuff her mom had tried to get her into. Skirts and dresses were just not her. She could hear her sister in her room, most likely also getting clothes on. She briefly pondered where Dawn had gone last night, but decided that she really didn't care. Besides, she had to get ready for school.

Dawn decided to where a white blouse, with straight cut dress pants. Not fancy, but not slack either. Towel drying her hair completely, she looked at the clock, surprised to see it was already eight ten. Not wanting to be late she decided to leave. She heard Abby still in the room, and passed by her door, only pausing to announce as she passed, "I'm leaving." She grabbed her bag, filled with new supplies, and left, quietly shutting the door on her way out.

Abby heard her sister leave, and knew she needed to hurry up. Looking at the clothes strewn on the floor, she quickly grabbed a dark blue sweater, and pair of faded blue jeans, slipping them on, and pulling the sweater over a black tank top. Messily running her fingers through her short hair, she put some gel in. Satisfied, she went to the kitchen, and grabbed an apple from the fridge. A look at the clock said it was eight twenty now, so she decided that she had better get a move on or she would be late.

Grabbing her own bag, similar to Dawn's, she left the apartment, making sure to lock the door behind her. She headed down the way that they had walked the few days previous. The day was nice out, with not even a cloud in the sky as the sun climbed high into the sky. The street was already congested with people hurriedly making their way through to where they had to go. She was able to identify other students on their ways to their schools by the different uniforms. None looked anything like the Ouran uniforms, for which she supposed she was grateful. At least not many people were cruelly forced to wear the hideous bell shaped outfits.

No one really paid much attention to her as she made her way clumsily through the crowded sidewalk. Not that she would stand out much in a sweater and jeans, and she was only average height at the best.

Her eyes traveled towards a shop ahead of her, which she didn't recognize. Puzzled, she looked around at the other places for a clue. To her surprise, she didn't remember any of the places around her. A quick look at her watch told her it was already eight thirty, meaning she had probably been going the wrong way for at least five minutes already. Great, it was just like her to get lost within five minutes of her own home.

Not sure what else to do, she backtracked for a bit, hoping to find somewhere she remembered. This wasn't the first time she had gotten lost. It had happened once at a fair many years ago. Her and her sister had gone with some friends of the family. She had been separated from the group, and was left alone. Of course what had seemed like hours had been closer to twenty minutes, but she had never been so glad to see people she knew again, even if her sister was one of them.

Sighing when she still didn't know where she was five minutes later, she decided to get some directions. Just as she stopped to turn and find someone to ask, someone else ran into her, completely knocking both of them over.

Whoever it was landed on her, knocking the wind right out of her. She fell flat on her back, with the other person sprawled out on top awkwardly. The person seemed to be out of it for a moment, before suddenly realizing that they were on top of another body.

"Oh, I'm sorry about that." A gentle voice said to Abby. She opened her eyes, and saw the largest brown eyes in the world staring at her in concern. They were on a pretty face, framed with short brown hair. A hand was held out to her and she followed up the arm, covered in a blue material, and her eyes lit on the school logo on the chest.

"Ouran!" she exclaimed, grabbing the offered hand, and getting to her feet. The other person almost fell when she got up so suddenly but managed to keep her balance. Abby excitedly took the other hand and held both of them in her own. "You go to Ouran right?"

The stranger nodded slightly intimidated by the girl, and asked, "Do you go there?"

Abby nodded, suddenly realizing she was clutching a random person's hands. Embarrassed, she let go quickly. Taking a better look at the one who had knocked her over, she saw that they were only a few inches shorter than her. Although the body was very slim, and it was a boys uniform, Abby was willing to bet that this wasn't a boy. The face was too feminine, and the hands had been slender and soft. Even the eyes seemed to out of place to belong to a boy.

"Listen," Abby said to the other girl, "I seem to have somehow gotten lost on my way to school, so do you think you could help me out?" the other girl looked puzzled for a moment, but then smiled a genuine smile. It almost dazzled Abby, who was shocked that anything could seem so natural.

"Sure, but we had better hurry or we're going to be late for class. I was in a rush when I hit into you."

"Well, I'm kind of glad you did, umm…" Abby paused when she realized that she didn't know the other girls name.

"Haruhi Fujioka, first year at Ouran academy." She said, staring to move forward.

"Abby Miller, first year as well." Abby replied, moving to walk beside Haruhi. She glanced at her watch, and gasped loudly. Crap. When Haruhi looked at her to see what was wrong, she too paled, and the two girls took off running, with Haruhi leading.

Abby was amused to see that Haruhi wasn't a very good runner, and in fact was already beginning to pant after only a block or so. The poor girl was being dragged along by Abby, who was determined that Haruhi would not be late on her account. It wasn't as easy as that though when Abby still had no clue which way to go, and Haruhi was barely able to direct her. Finally feeling like she had an idea of where she was, Abby was able to determine which way to go.

The humongous pink building loomed into sight, and both girls slowed down to catch their breaths. Haruhi almost fell over as she bent over with her hands on her knees. She was panting for a second, before slowly rising to stand once again.

"It was great meeting you, and I will see you in school I suppose." Haruhi told Abby, before bowing and turning to go into the school. Abby stood still for a few moments, breathing in and out. She wasn't especially tired after the run, but she was nervous. It wasn't everyday she just moved to a new country and started school at a prestigious academy for rich people. In fact, it was so dreamlike that she couldn't help but feel the situation to be surreal.

The bell rang loudly in the empty courtyard, and Abby decided that she had better get to the classroom where she would be introduced. She could only hope, and she meant hope, that she would be able to actually find the classroom in the school, which was way to freaking huge.

Oh well, she thought silently to herself, I had better at least get started. With that, she walked slowly through a large ornate door, and began her mini quest to find class 1-A.

A/N: hey once again! Well, since I don't want to bore you, I'll just say the usual. R&F please and thank you! Flames always welcome, since I want to make my writing better. Cyber cookies and milk to everyone who reviews, and if you make me laugh with it I'll even give you a complimentary host club plushy of your choice!