Well, this is certainly a turn of events. For once, Tamaki's quiet. He's 'Working' supposedly, which is quite an interesting event, seeing as how it's him, and he's just relaxed on my couch, without a word. I've even managed to leave the TV on the news to keep an eye out, and Tamaki isn't jumping around like his typical moronic self.
In case you're wondering, Sensei, Suoh is over, visiting at my house so we can work on some Host Club activities and such, and we're currently just catching up on homework… Well, he's supposed to be reading the club's charts and our style of business, which he clearly isn't, seeing as how he's typing away like a madman, without a thought to what he SHOULD be concerned with.
And yes, that is grammatically incorrect, capitalizing an entire word in a paragraph on it's own, however, this is an English assignment, meant to be written like an American, and that's how they put emphasis on their words. I suppose I ought to ask him what he's doing.
"Tamaki… Are you doing your work?" I ask, raising my eyebrows.
"Huh? Uh… Of course!" He stutters, shocked. He's so easy to predict sometimes. Rather… All the time.
"No you're not. You're supposed to be reading the club's books, to learn how it works, correct?" I point out.
"Uh, yeah, but I finished it! Now I'm writing!" He replies, a giant grin on his face.
"Writing what?" I ask, pushing up my glasses.
And then he delves into an empty staring into space, for once his fingers flying, so I suppose that it is an advantage. On the other hand…
"You're writing what?" I ask again, wondering if he's doing something productive, or just typing what he thinks.
"My… my… English class paper! We have to write a first person text about whatever we want." He covers quickly. So yes, he is in fact just writing what's going on… I suppose I'm doing that as well, but that's as planned. Not just a convenient cover story. I'm actually surprised he thought of that though. I wonder if he'll hand that in… If it's in English, probably.
If so, then you know the rest of that conversation. I informed him that I as well was writing my essay, and then really just fell back into silence.
To be honest, I'm not entirely sure what's being spewed out into his assignment, seeing as how with the way his mind whirs from one to another, it's probably some generic nonsense…
You know, Sensei, sometimes I wish I were more like Suoh. I hate to admit it, but I'm jealous of his carefree lifestyle, his free, spur of the moment actions and thoughtless reactions.
I live in an organized way… Well, my physical possessions may not always be organized, but I hire a maid for a reason. The thing is, I'm messy, I'll leave my notebook and pencils wherever, and I will lose them. I'll destroy a closet searching for a particular piece of clothing, or I'll just simply be too lazy to clean things up. I'm a busy man, I need to be places, have things done, so I spend a lot of time running around like that.
Of course, I always know where I'm headed, what I'm doing and my motives, etc, but still.
I'd just like to live a more carefree style, the way Suoh does.
With simple, thoughtless charming actions, romantic ways that he moves about and such, it'd be such a change from the way I move, organized and thought through. Precise.
To be able to be so naturally charming and popular like that, I think it'd be very… Intriguing, you see. Whereas he is lost in his little world of sunshine and lollipops (I do recall a particular business partner using that expression at some point) I'm left to tend to reality.
I wish I could be like my friend, however, at the same time, I enjoy being me, I am young, successful and determined to amount to much more as well. If Suoh chooses to carouse his way about and freely wander, then it's his decision, no one else's, I suppose. Good for him, as well.
Well, now my best friend has stopped writing, and is insisting on "taking a break". Apparently this consists of laying across my bed, watching the American show, "Degrassi". Yes, the show that is essentially a nonsense fanfiction written by a thirteen year old insane child. Tamaki is squealing over the actions, sitting up, then laying down then jumping to his feet, laughing out loud at something said through the earbuds of his iPad. Wonderful.
Equally distracting, but at least it leaves me some time to finish my own assignment.
Hmm… You know, I think it would benefit me to read his paper. And you know me Sensei, whatever it takes to benefit myself to the maximum potential.
It'll only take a few moments to remotely access his computer… There, I'm in.
As you can tell, sir, now that we both know he's handed that piece in, I am apparently cheating… Life, that is.
At least, that's what he seems to be meaning. I'm not entirely sure what goes through his mind, though I can assure you I know how to sway it to a bit of a more… sensible option.
I love how he notices the little things, and not at all the big. For example, he's made note of the fact that I stop typing… And yet he has no clue that the second time I stopped typing was to hack his computer. I didn't even cover my tracks, I've left them exposed. It'd be nice if he noticed, but I don't think he would. After all, it's not like he would really care, Tamaki isn't exactly the type to keep secrets.
Besides that, why is he commenting on my American accent? He goes nearly as often as I do, and he has many opportunities to learn and practice, I'm surprised he isn't as accomplished as he could be. It's interesting.
Now he's insisting on me watching a part of Degrassi with him… Ah, Tamaki… Well, as crazy and spontaneous and… FRENCH as he is, the Host Club King IS my best friend, and there is a reason for that, don't you suppose, Sensei?
Though I can't believe he thought I was an alien of sorts just because I can work for a long while. And now he's trying to impersonate me. Brilliant.