A/n: Here it is. Chapter three! Just in time for my first day of school. It's my senior year! I hope you like it.

School is, and always has been, an anomaly between my brother and myself. Kaoru, he takes an interest in writing and reading. Kaoru, he could be content with sitting in class, reading the works of modern authors; not just any modern authors, mind you, but the extremely boring ones, the ones that make you want to cry, just to avoid reading them.

I, on the other hand, prefer more practical ventures: chemistry, physics, calculus, and algebra are the subjects I enjoy. A long time ago, I wasn't able to understand how my brother, my twin, could have academic pursuits so different from my own. After all, aren't twins supposed to be alike; at the very least, rich twins are supposed to be similar. Now, of course, I understand differently; Kaoru, my twin, is different from me in other ways, not just where education is concerned.

Haruhi is one such way Kaoru and I aren't the same. I, when I look at her, see a tomboyish girl, someone who doesn't put much effort into her appearance, yet still manages to catch my attention. I find Haruhi to be genuinely kind, something that's extremely rare among rich people like me. I think Haruhi is funny, and has a special charm about her.

Kaoru disagrees with me. Kaoru, he thinks of Haruhi as nothing more than a toy, something to provide amusement. Kaoru, he has never even come close to finding Haruhi funny or charming. Whenever I bring it up, he adamantly maintains that Haruhi isn't kind, but is evil; Kaoru thinks she is cruel, without meaning to be, and that ignorance, combined with her meanness, has lead him to use the term "evil."

Not that it matters. I stand, and step out of my bath. I wrap a towel around my lower body, and head off towards the bedroom. When I reach the room I share with Kaoru, I see he's already in bed, clad only in his boxers, working on an essay for school.

I drop the towel, slip on some clean boxers, then pull on a pair of pajama shorts. I lower myself onto the bed, careful not to disturb Kaoru's writing. I lie there, on my back, staring up at the ceiling.

"Why'd you to put that on?" Kaoru asks me in a pouting tone reefing to my pants. He places his books and essay on the floor next to the bed, and scouts closer to me.

I barely notice when he lays his head on my chest. I'm scarcely aware of Kaoru wrapping his arms around my waist. I don't answer his question. I just slowly drift into sleep.

I've made up my mind; Kaoru may have problem with her, but he won't tell me why. So, during school tomorrow, I've resolved to find out how Tamaki managed to get a date with Haruhi.

Haruhi will be mine, if she'll have me.

A/n: So, I lied. I seem to do that with this story. I guess the moral is I shouldn't demand reviews, just to post new chapters. Anyways, I hope those of you who added this to your Story Alerts like this chapter, let me know what you think of this chapter. I'll update when I decide how to write the next chapter.

Good Day, and Good Night,

~Tyler Willis