[Name] was quiet, hardly had any friends, and really didn't stick out in any way at Ouran. Her parents were successful doctors and her elder siblings were all either lawyers or fashion designers. They were all upstanding members of the community, people knew who they were, waved at them in the street, and didn't have to think to remember their names. But it was different with [Name], she didn't want that. She didn't want to be in the spot light, be a doctor, lawyer, or even a fashion designer like her sister. No, [Name] wanted to be a writer.
All she wanted to do was live in a quaint little cottage on top of a hill overlooking some kind of meadow. It would be peaceful, perfect for her to write to her heart's content. She would feel at home there, and maybe even have a family.
That was the reason why [Name] was a 'nobody' in this school full of rich pupils. She was always by herself, notebook in hand, and eyes observing everything around her. She loved writing about everyday things and people. And at a place like Ouran, you sure did get a lot of drama. She was happy with the way things were now. Although, a part of her did wish that she was more outgoing, had more friends, and most importantly, was brave enough to confess her feelings for the boy of her dreams.
Takashi Morinozuka, Mori for short. He was the only thing missing from [Name]'s fantasy future. But, even if [Name] could gather her courage to confess her feelings to the tall male, she knew that he would never accept her feelings. He had Honey to worry about, and [Name] didn't want to get in the way of their relationship. It just wouldn't be fare. And so, the girl was content with just sitting in the large window sill of the Host Club, observing.
Her hand flew across the page of her notebook as she took in everything that was being given off by all of the doting woman and flirting men. She couldn't help but giggle occasionally at Tamaki's random outbursts, but her eyes were always drawn towards the dark boy in the back. He clashed with the hyper personality of his cousin, but that's what made the two adorable. It was like watching an older brother with his younger sibling. Very cute.
[Name] couldn't help but think, what if I was the only one he looked at like that? With so much care and affection in his dark orbs.
Girls were surrounding both Mori and Honey, they giggled and made pleasant conversation. Something that [Name] could never do, she was to shy for her own good. The Host Club was almost done for the night, which meant that it was time for [Name] to slip out unnoticed by most. Of course, she would say goodnight to Haruhi before she left, and perhaps even send a silent wave over to Kyoya.
As [Name] quietly walked back to her room, she glanced down at her latest work. It was a love story, just like all the others. It was almost half way done, and [Name] was proud of it. It had to be her favorite out of all of them so far. The main heroine of her story was brave and confident herself, something that [Name] could never bring herself to be. If she was, then she would have no worries confessing her love to Mori. If only she and Mori could be like the characters in her story. Hopelessly in love.
But of course, life wasn't a book and [Name] would never get her fairytale ending with Takashi.
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