I watched his wildest dreams come true,
not one of them involving you,
just watch my wildest dreams come true,
not one of them involving!

Paramore, Misery Business.

My ride home took a little while, because I had to get out of the stinking rich neighborhoods and to where I lived, which was a little opulent but nothing compared to Ouran.

Damn prying rich people.

After reaching my house, I threw my bike down on the grass and stomped up to the door, then opened it.

I entered, then angrily slammed the door. "Are you happy now?" I asked my older brother coldly. He worked late afternoons and nights at a mechanic's, so he was home at this time.

Jake was sitting at the table with his coffee.

"Come on, it couldn't have been that bad." his practical voice answered.

"Everyone there that was born into their money is completely spoiled. They act like they're so much better than everyone else, and the worst part is that they don't know any other way to behave!"

"Not everyone has gone through the same things we have. You can't really blame those kids."

"I can when they don't keep their noses out of my business!" I walked into the kitchen and poured myself some coffee, put in almost the same amount of cream and sugar, and turned back to my brother.

It seemed that he had been glaring at me that entire time.. "You're always saying how people need to learn to appreciate what they've got. Why not, instead of shutting everyone who isn't like you out, try to show them how other people live?"

His suggestion was a pretty good one, but it just made me more angry. "I bet they all pay attention for five minutes, then go onto something else. You haven't seen them."

"I bet you can make at least a few friends at Ouran."

"Bet they don't want me. Why are you even making me go to that school?"

"You need to have normal friends. Or at least somefriends.After you first started living here I understood, but enough is enough, Ame."

"Then why can't I just go to a regular high school?"

"The people who buy your art want to know that the person who made it is responsible and dedicated. You may be young, but you have important clients. I'm just trying to help you out. Going to a place like Ouran could help you get in touch with a lot of important people."

I sighed. Maybe Jake really did have honest intentions. He doesn't mean any harm, but... "It just makes me feel so alone, being around other people who are so happy and safe and wrapped up in their little lives."

Jake stood up and walked over to me, then put a hand around my shoulder and spoke, "All right, then. I'll make you a deal."

"What?"

"You have to promise me to try and make at least one friend. If, in one semester, there still isn't anyone you trust at Ouran, then you can go to pubic school."

For a moment I just stared at my brother, not quite understanding. "How do you know I'll keep the promise?"

He laughed. "Because I know you,and you keep your promises. Do we have a deal?"

"Yes...I think so."

We hugged, and then Jake affectionately shoved me towards the stairs. I went to my room/studio and closed the door.

The walls are white with paint of various colors splashed randomly, the floor is wood. I have about three normal-sized easels and one jumbo one. My worktable in the center of the room is covered in paintbrushes, paints, and a few charcoal pencils. My bed and dresser are on the left wall along with my closet. There are two windows on two different walls.

I dumped my backpack onto the bed, my mind already turned towards my artwork.

Well, this was certainly a strange day. That 'host' club, though, was very strange. Maybe they would be good people to make friends with...or at least Haruhi. I could find out why she's pretending to be a guy.

But even though they were interesting, that Kyoya had seemed very...what's the word...oh! Dangerous. He was the most likely to find out about my past.

"Whatever. I'll just try to take things as they come." Which was incredibly annoying for me, but I pushed the thought out of my mind. Or, I could threaten them with death if they go too far into my business.

That sounded MUCH better.

I found my iPod and paint-spattered speaker, started blasting rock music, and moved over to one of the windows, where a half-finished charcoal sketch lay. It would eventually show some kind of angel, but I just couldn't get her face right. After opening the window and letting my music fill the neighborhood, I set to work.

A few songs later I was so absorbed in my work that I didn't notice the group of four walking down my street.

That is, until one of them squealed like a six year old. It made me jump and scribble a dark line across the angel's cheek.

Damn! Whoever did that will pay... I looked outside and immediately spoke a string of curses. (A/N: take your pick on what she says)

Ducking behind a canvas, I focused on the faint conversation.

"Haruhiii! What is that horrid noise?" Tamaki?

"It's music, Senpai. Those people just moved here and one of them plays this stuff all the time." Haruhi?

"It's not that bad." Hikaru and Kaoru?

What the hell were they doing here?

"My daughter should not have to hear such violent things on her way home! I shall have to give you a ride from now on!" Looks like the blonde acted disturbed outside of school, too.

"Thanks, but no thanks, Senpai. We're almost at my apartment anyway."

Wait, what? One of the Ouran-ites lived near here?

"It's only three more blocks. And you didn't have to follow me!"

Ho. Ly. Shit.

I had thought Haruhi seemed familiar, but this couldn't be good. If we were both going to the same school and living near each other, then she and her homosexual friends were bound to find out where I lived soon.

This is going to be harder than I thought...

What is Ame so desperate to hide?
Why is she so cynical?
WILL I EVER UPDATE AGAIN?
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