I paused at my laptop. Acting like Kyoya was harder than I thought it'd be. Ever since I'd started working to learn how to control the Suoh Enterprises, I'd been working to also carry myself more importantly, and work harder.

I don't know how Kyoya does it. He can sit there for hours, typing away, without a single break, and not even having to stop and think about what he's doing. He just knows. It's gotta be like, some special trick. He must have something going on that makes it possible… Maybe a special drink! Or a food… Or maybe the Ootoris are actually creatures from another planet, intelligent beings capable of surpassing human natures capacities!

See? Right there… That spot. You can't see it, because it looks to you like just the start of a new paragraph, but to me, that's my first break. When I finished writing it, I didn't know what to say next. I don't see Kyo-chan doing stuff like that… It isn't fair. Worse, he's probably doing something productive, whereas I'm doing this.

And I keep having to stop myself from using emoticons. I don't type like Mai, with all her weird words and shortened things, but I don't talk like Kyoya with perfect grammar, punctuation and nothing cluttering it up. Here are all the emoticons I've already had to erase:

DX

XD

-.-

XP

:P

^.^

=.=

Kind of sad, isn't it? Kyoya never has to do that.

Alas, I am simply not as sophisticated and intelligent as my glasses wearing friend. Such is to be my sad, cruel fate.

Kyoya's stopped typing! He looked at me.

"Tamaki… Are you doing your work?" He asks.

"Huh? Uh… Of course!" I stutter.

"No you're not. You're supposed to be reading the club's books, to learn how it works, correct?"

"Uh, yeah, but I finished it! Now I'm writing!" I reply, smiling.

"Writing what?" Kyoya asks, pushing up his glasses.

This is when I realize I've been typing out this entire conversation. Kyoya wouldn't do that. He can type at whatever, and have a completely unrelated conversation no problem.

I bet he doesn't have a bunch of chat websites open, either.

I'm bad at this, aren't I? … It's not fair. How come Kyoya's so good at this? He even knows what I'm doing, even though he's sitting across the room from me. Not. Fair.

His room is always so clean, and perfect, too. Nothing ever out of place, which doesn't even make sense, 'because he can get so messy sometimes… I don't get it! Why's he so perfect!

Kyoya is my best friend though. And I love him, but… HOW CAN ONE MAN BE SO DAMN PERFECT! HE'S GOTTA BE CHEATING!

I… I…

"You're typing what?" Kyoya repeated. I guess I never replied to him.

"My… my… English class paper! We have to write a first person text about whatever we want." I reply, smiling.

"I'm in that class. I know the assignment. What are you writing about?" He asked, not even blinking. Damn. He's good.

"Uh… Just stuff." I said, grinning wider.

"Whatever." Kyoya returned to his paper. "I'm writing mine too, right now, in case you're wondering."

Huh. So now I actually know what he's doing on his laptop, for one sweet moment of victory… I suppose I might as well hand this in, seeing as how I did write it in English to practice, and it is turning out pretty well, even if it has no real sense to it. You think it's good, don't you, Sensei?

I bet Kyoya doesn't need to practice his English. When we're speaking in class, he's got the best American accent. I bet it's because he always does business with Americans, and goes there to do that all the time. Damn you, Kyoya.

Why is he friends with me? I mean… He's got that perfect record, always knows stuff, everything, but he hangs out with me, and I'm always running around and stuff… It's 'cause he loves me, isn't it? Kyoya loves me! I'M HIS BEST FRIEND! MON MEILLEUR AMI!

You know… I may be nowhere near as good as Kyoya… But we balance each other perfectly! This is why we're best friends; we're perfect for each other! This is why we're so amazingly popular!

After all, I am amazing too.