It was Friday. Finally glorious, beautiful Friday. I was sitting in the Host Club, listening to my iPod under the table. I was on the aptly named 'Playlist of DOOM!' and listening to songs like "Girl All The Bad Guys Want" by Bowling For Soup, "Diary of Jane" by Breaking Benjamin, and "For A Pessimist, I'm Pretty Optimistic" by Paramore.

My iPod was on shuffle and my favorite song at that time, "My Immortal" by Evanescence, came on. My favorite song usually changes before I can listen to it, so I jumped up and screamed, "OH MY GOSH!"

"What is it?" a girl asked. They were listening to me singing "wake Up Call" by Maroon 5 before my outburst.

"My favorite song! Oh my gosh, does anyone have any speakers or anything? I MUST sing along!"

Nobody had speakers, but Tamaki stepped forward and started playing the piano. A spotlight hit me, God knows how, and I started singing. As always, I poured my heart and soul into my performance.

At the end of the song everyone clapped and the twins wolf-whistled. I got a mischievous glint in my eyes and and went to the closet, fishing out a huge stereo. I pulled my CD case from my bag and put in my 'CD of DOOM!' which was, obviously burned from the 'Playlist of DOOM!' I had been listening to previously.

"I'm on a roll here. Show of hands, who wants a fucking performance?" I asked kind of nervously.

Everyone agreed that I should perform.

I started with "Astro Zombies" by the Misfits, then went to "Move Along" by AAR. Then I got out "Dookie." It was one of my favorite Green Day CDs of all time. I mimicked Billie Joe in Mudstock, turning to track 13. "This song's called Fuck Off and Die!" I yelled, and proceeded to sing it.

Then I sang more Green Day songs. "Walking Contradiction," "St. Jimmy," and "Church on Sunday."

I pulled out my My Chemical Romance CDs then. I did "Headfirst for Halos," "Skylines and Turnstiles," "I'm Not Okay (I Promise)," "The Ghost of You," "Dead," "Welcome To the Black Parade," and "Disenchanted." I then sang "Shut Up" by Simple Plan.

Then I pulled out a CD I had used innumerable times.

"This CD," I said, "Was made so I could practice in Japan, though sometimes we practice over the phone. Since this happens to be the day I brought my bass, I can perform some of my band's own songs. You fuckin' ready?"

I put the CD in the slot and went through a few of our own songs. Finally, I finished. I bowed and walked back to my table.

"Hayze, you were really good!" Mitsy exclaimed.

"Thanks," I said with a grin. I didn't believe it, of course, but I still liked hearing it. And the way he sounded so genuine when he said it made me think that maybe I really did sound good.

The rest of the Club and most of the guests came to congratulate me like Mitsy did. Even some members of the Black Magic Club came to tell me how good they thought I was.

Then we had some time left and I got a shitload of designations for Monday.

Finally it was time for the guests to leave.

The entire Host Club was sitting in the room, just goofing off or doing whatever. I was talking to Mitsy.

"Oh my gosh, Mitsy! I have the bestest idea!" I exclaimed excitedly.

"What?" he asked.

"SLEEPOVER!" I yelled.

"Huh?"

"No, better yet! A SLUMBER PARTY!"

"What are you talking about?" he asked.

"Well, we can have a huge slumber party with the entire Host Club! But we won't sleep and we'll play party games and eat snacks and stuff and stay up for 48 hours and if anyone falls asleep they get their face painted!"

"That sounds fun!" he exclaimed. "When?"

"This weekend! Starting tonight!" I exclaimed.

"Where are we having it?" he asked.

My face fell. "Shit! I forgot about location! My uncle will probably be pissed if I bring 6 boys home for 48 hours, especially Tamaki. Fuck!"

"It's okay, we can have it at our house," the twins said.

"Really?" I asked. I was afraid this was all some prank of theirs.

"Yeah. You can help us pick games. Write a list of the things commoners do at slumber parties and we'll do it."

This may have been a trick, but I didn't care. This was going to be fun as hell.

I quickly made a list, pulling notebook paper out of one of my notebooks. I've got an innumerable amount of notebooks

SLUMBER PARTY ACTIVITIES AND SHIT LIKE IT:

Truth or dare Spin the bottle (#) minutes in heaven snack fights paint the sleeping faces listen to loud music from midnight on jump on couches and beds make cushion forts and have pillow war (like pillow fights but better)
Kiss or diss What's your favorite.
S'mores Scary stories Never have I ever indoor football scavenger hunt in the dark (must be outside on property, must have small flashlights or candles, work in pairs)
giant cushion/blanket/mattress pile (for jumping and sleeping)
egg houses et cetera. I will introduce each game with instructions in the order I am given when given the signal.

I surveyed my handiwork. It was a pretty damn good list I must say.

I handed it to the Hitachiins and they read it over.

"Wow, this is a pretty good list," they said simultaneously.

"I know," I said with a grin. "Now, let's all get the OK from our parents or uncles and go to the party!"

"Don't we need clothes and pajamas?" Haruhi asked.

"Why would we need it if we aren't going to sleep?" I questioned.

"So we aren't wearing our school uniforms all week," she replied.

"Well I, unlike you, brought my after-school clothes so I could go out without having to go home," I replied.

"Whatever, how about we all call our parents and you can borrow stuff from us?" Hikaru asked.

"And Haruhi can borrow stuff from Hayze!" Kaoru added.

Everyone mumbled in consent and got out our cell phones. Haruhi left hers at home so I got the job of calling Uncle Ranka.

"Hey, Uncle Ranka? Can Haruhi and me go to a slumber party?" I asked.

"Where?"

"The Hitachiin mansion."

"When?"

"All weekend."

"Who's gonna be there?"

"The Host Club, which I am now a part of."

He started yelling something about scheming boys and I reminded him of the various fights I won and how I've never been mugged or anything and the fact that nobody would be sleeping and the 'incidents.' I finally persuaded him to let us go, telling him that we already had our stuff and everything.

"Fine," he sighed. "Just don't do anything, got it?"

"Gotcha!" I said. "Thanks!" And then I hung up before he could get into another lecture.

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A/N: Things will get good. All in due time, my pretties. All in due time.