Haruhi's P.O.V.
The Host Club wasn't quite what I would call smart... in fact, I thought it was flat out stupid.
It all just seemed to revolve around pointless flirting.
They took the dog thing seriously... I had just got back from buying them coffee.
"Ah... welcome back, piglet. Did you get all that we asked for", Tamaki asked.
Piglet?! Excuse me?!
I started to walk away but...
"Wait, Haruhi. What's this? Coffee? I've never seen this brand before."
"What are you talking about? It's instant coffee."
Wow, is he serious? It is coffee and he can't possibly have never had normal coffee before. Damn rich people.
"Wow, so this is the commoner coffee I've heard about!"
"Alright, I get it. I'll go to the store and greet you some expensive coffee. Sorry for not spending my money like it grows off the tree in my backyard."
"No, it's okay. I'm going to try it."
For some reason, almost the entire club was surrounding us, staring in amazement.
What is so goddamn special about instant coffee?! I hate all these damn rich people!
They all ran to the other room for me to make them coffee, I was about to follow when I heard someone next to me talking.
"Tamaki, you don't have to drink it because he bought it. Your palette won't be able to stomach that crap."
She had noticed I was looking at her and smiled, "Oh, sorry. I was just talking to myself. Don't mind me."
Weird... whatever.
I went to the room and made them the 'famous poor people coffee'...
Tamaki used the situation to flirt with the ladies and spouted lines like being able to drink the stuff from his mouth...
For some reason... he REALLY pisses me off.
I walked away.
I don't really understand why this place is so popular.
I watched as the twins started to flirt with each other in a fake homosexual 'brotherly love' and found myself wondering...
What are they so excited about? I don't get it...
I walked by Mori-sempai and Honey-sempai and I saw Honey pulling off the cute lolita act... that one I can sort of understand.
Mori... I don't get what he's there for.
I walked towards the doorway to survey the room and Kyoya walked up to me.
He smirked at me knowingly...
What's with that smirk?! He's been giving me that after the first few minutes of meeting me...
Could it be?! Did he figure out my secret so quickly?!
"Haruhi, I hope you don't skip out on your debt. Did you know I have a private army? Isn't that nice? It could come in handy for many things. Such as tracking down people who don't pay off debts. You have a passport, I trust?"
Heh... Heh... he's blackmailing me...
"Also", he whispered, "it was difficult for you to get into this school in the first place. Rich people can get away with your kind of secret in this school... But most of the time it doesn't quite work that way for poor people. I trust that you want to stay in this school and avoid your secret getting out?"
He... he figured it out?! How?!
Honey-sempai came over to us at the perfect moment, breaking my stance of fear by grabbing onto me and spinning me around.
A distraction, thank god!
"Hey, Haruhi! Want some cake?!"
"Um... I don't really like sweet stuff. But you can have it. That means more sweets for you! Isn't that good?"
Why do I have to be such a sucker to cute little boys?!
"Oh, okay! More for me! Yay! Oh, do you want to hold Usa-chan?!"
"Um... no, that's okay. I'm not really a fan of bunnies."
"You don't like my Bun-Bun?"
I looked at it for a moment.
In all honesty, I love cute things and sweets but with my personality... it would definitely give away my secret.
But maybe just this once would be okay?
"I guess he's kind of cute..." I'm pretty sure I'm blushing. "I guess I can hold him for a little bit..."
Honey'sP.O.V.
As he blushed and accepted the bunny, along with the internal struggle just before he took it... hmmm...
Could he be...
Oh, that explains Kyoya's smirk.
I don't think he'll expose Haru-chan.
I like Haru-chan.
I don't want him kicked out of the school.
So, I won't say anything either.
It's his secret.
Haruhi's P.O.V. (a quick pov change, deal with it my darlings).
After Honey left me with the bunny, I subconsciously squeezed and smiled endearingly after him.
So cute!
While I was thinking, Tamaki-sempai came up next to me and blew on my neck.
Ack! If he does that...!
I jumped away, only to start hyperventilating... for two reasons. One of which was fear.
"You're going to need a makeover if you want any girls to look at you."
"Maybe I don't want girls to look at me."
What an idiot.
"Besides, it's what inside that counts, right? I think it's wrong to judge someone by just their appearance. I don't see the point in a club like this."
If you judge someone by their looks... that's below low...
"Well, it's true that not everyone is born with good looks along with a great personality like moi!"
I'm going to tune him out he's rambling and full of himself... not the best combination.
But there is a word to describe him. What is it?
Hmmm... a... pain in the neck...?
No, there's a word that describes him perfectly!
But what is it...?
Annoying...? No...
The twins walked by and stared in interest as Tamaki continued to ramble.
"I've got it!"
"Oh, did my lesson teach that small brain of yours something important?"
"Obnoxious!"
I'm rather proud of myself... and... he's depressed.
"Wow, you really are a hero!" The twins patted me on the back.
Wow... he has a big, enormous ego... But it's also a big, enormous, sensitive ego.
I'd better say something to console him.
"I'm sorry. But your lesson did strike a small cord with me..."
Tamaki stood up and slowly turned to look at me... then his eyes started to shine.
"Really?! Well, of course-"
And he continues to ramble.
That easy?!
My eye twitched in annoyance.
"Well, the boss did have a point earlier about you and the ladies. But you couldn't be a host with your looks... Maybe you'd look better if we took your glasses off?"
The twins took of my glasses and stared at my eyes.
But I can't see without those damn glasses!
"Give those back! I can't see without my glasses!"
Tamaki stormed over and stared into my eyes.
All-knowing Narrator P.O.V.
He closed his eyes and snapped his fingers, "Hikaru, Kaoru."
"Yes, sir", they replied and dragged me off.
"Kyoya, call the hairstylist."
Kyoya whipped out his phone and dialed.
"Mori, go to the nearest store and get some contacts!"
Mori nodded and ran off.
"What can I do, Tama-chan", asked Honey excitedly.
"Honey... go eat some cake!"
Honey goes to sit at the table with Usa-chan and mumbles grudgingly, "It's just us Usa-chan. Because everyone else said they're too busy."
To be continued...
A/N: Um... sorry it took my so long to update. But I'm not late... (*hangs head* I'm sorry!)
... I will deviate from the original plot soon into a yaoi. You're going to have to wait a little bit longer.
For those who are kind to my story and have given it a favorite, a virtual cookie and a thank you with tears of happiness.
For a special thanks, I recognize my dear commenters with sobs of joy. I hereby recognize my lovely commenter... Cowardly_Antisocial (wattpad). Thank you. *hands box of virtual chocolates*
Comments are loved. Also, I love constructive criticism. If nobody tells me what needs improvement. Then I can't improve. As readers, you notice things that I, as the author, cannot. (But please don't comment on spelling errors. Those are few in my stories and when I write and publish books in real life, those won't be that important because the editor will kill them while screaming 'die typos'. I know her very well, I think the typos will be terrified and thoroughly annihilated).
Hehe... sorry the author's note is so long. And while I am typing now... I am watching it get longer and longer and longer and I think I need to stop but this is entertaining me and longer and longer and longer and-
*gets hit upside the head*
Me: "But Nii-chan!"
Her:"There's no 'buts' about it. And when we're doing a story. Keep it professional and don't call me 'Nii-chan', Kay? Call me Editor and Chief!"
Me:Yes sir!
Her: Excuse me? *raises eyebrow and gives 'the look'*
Me: Whoops! Yes ma'am! Hee hee!
Her: *glares a glare that would scare everyone in OHSHC*
Me: *laughs and rubs back of head*
Her: Damn, why doesn't my glare scare you, but it scares everyone else?
Me: Because I know ya love meh!
Her: *grumbles, rolls eyes, glares, grumbles, and looks away in defeat*
If you've read this far without saying 'screw this' and stopped reading the author's note... I am rather bewildered...
Why would you read a conversation between me and my best friend/editor?! You stalker! Until the next chapter... See ya, my darlings!
*Walks away singing Avenue Q*
"if you were queer
I'd still be here
Year after year
Because you're dear to me
And because, you see
If it were ME
I would feel free to say
That I was gay
But..."
*fades out*