Whooaa, I made it to chapter four! Thanks to everyone who is reading this, it means a lot.

I don't own Ouran High School Host Club, but wouldn't it be awesome to possess so many hot guys?

As soon as I opened the fancy double doors, rose petals flew out and smacked me and Ronnie in the face.

"What the hell is going on?" She screams as they smother us. I can only manage to cough as I pray that this isn't the way I die. Wouldn't that just be the worst possible way to go?

"Make...it...end!" I manage to choke out. I swat at a few stray petals as Ronnie begins to karate kick them mid-air.

Suddenly, we're lifted off the ground by our collars and plopped down on a couch by Mori with Ronnie squirming the entire way.

"Why would you do that to a person?" I yell.

Kyoya simply laughs at us, saying, "It adds effect. You see, we're what you would call a host club."

I don't have a clue what he's talking about. Apparently, Ronnie does, by the fact that she falls off the couch laughing.

Hikaru and Kaoru sit down unnecessarily close to me as Tamaki is put into a spotlight. "We are handsome young men with too much time on our hands, surrounded by beautiful young women with too much time on their hands. We entertain them with social gatherings and pleasant conversations."

As he was talking, I noticed fancy tables and chairs surrounded us. There was a teapot for each table and a doily for each teapot. "Wooow, overkill much," I hiss to Ronnie, who is still in hysterics.

When she finally composes herself, Veronica shoves Kaoru to the side and sits beside me. "What he means is it's like prostitution without the sex."

Tamaki gapes at her, saying, "I am NOT a prostitute! I'm a prince entertaining princesses, a lord keeping company with his ladies, a gentleman at his best!"

"Sounds like he's a hooker to me," I comment. The twins are practically gasping for air at this point, shouting "Prostitute! Prostitute! Our king is a prostitute!"

Kyoya brings us back to the subject, saying, "So, why did you girls move from France to Japan? That's quite the jump."

"You can say that again. I miss my corner cafe, and the fresh air, and especially my dog. I went everywhere with Sparks, but I heard you can't take them anywhere in Japan so I left him at home." Glasses scribbles something in his suspicious black notebook as I talk.

"Home," Ronnie says softly. "I guess that's here now."

"Why is here your new home?" Hunny questions, clutching a stuffed bunny.

I sigh. "It's a long story, and kind of a sad one. One that I'd like to leave behind."

Ronnie nudges me. "Maybe you should tell them, though. They have been nicer to us than any of the snobs here."

She had a point, so I begin my tale. "My mom left me with my dad when I wasn't a year old, and my dad is a very wealthy businessman. He hardly had time for a baby, but imagine the bad publicity that would come from putting a child up for adoption." I say the last bit about my father sarcastically. "Ronnie's parents died when she was young. She lived next door, and we used to get into all kinds of trouble. It got worse and worse as we got older."

"I think the most awful thing we ever did was hijack a professor's car and drive it into a nearby pond. Or maybe that time we stole a couple laptop's and gave them away, just because we could, or the time got in that fight between two gang's and practically won it for the one side, or-" I cut Ronnie off.

"They get the point. Long story short, we did a lot of shit, but one time we pushed it too far. And we got caught. And now we're here, living by ourselves. Like we've always done, but now there are no rules."

The entire time, the host club had been staring at us, speechless. I knew we shouldn't have told them. They think we're scary, or stupid, or whatever.

These thoughts fly through my mind until Mori places a strong hand on my shoulder. "I'm sorry for what you've gone through."

I look up at him and smile, thankful for his rock-like steadiness. The twins converge on Ronnie, hugging and wiggling on her.

"They're eating my soul! Ahh! I'm too young do die! Stop!" She screeches, but they ignore her.

Kyoya finishes writing in his notebook and pushes his glasses up his nose. "Sounds like you need some friends. If need be, you can hang out here after school."

"What could he be planning? He's never just nice to be nice..." I hear Tamaki ramble, but I ignore him.

I turn my eyes away and scan the room again. After a few seconds, I say, "Just one question. Who's the brown haired girl in the corner?"

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