I was having EXTREME writers block.
HELP ME.
I have ideas for the story, but I didnt have any ideas to progress, if that makes sense.
I will make it work!
By the way, I bought a keyboard to connect to the ipad, so now spelling and Grammer won't be as bad! Hooray!
En-JOYYYYY!
The Host Club is either really oblivious or I'm a good actor, or maybe just both. It's been a month since their "surprise visit" to my house, and they didn't even have the tiniest of suspicion that "Naomi" is possibly their newest addition to the host club. The host seemed head over heels for Naomi, saying how lovely and sweet she was to them
"Daniel, I insisted you invite Naomi over to the host club one day." Tamaki told me one day while lounging on a chair, fanning himself.
"Yeah.. not happening." I replied, which sent Tamaki into a state of depression.
I laughed at his dramatics, "I mean, I think she would like to come. But she is always working. She never has a moment to herself." I said. This seemed to make him get over himself quickly, then he came back with,
"Well, maybe we can go and visit her one day!" He said excitedly.
Yeah that ain't EVER happening...
"Maybe.." I replied, and changed the subject.
It's been great at Ouran ever since my sick day. I've been keeping up with my grades and work, while practicing for the dance recital and still participating in the host club. But I was pretty tired, and I guess it was starting to show a bit.
"Daniel, maybe you should rest on the couch, you look a bit run down." Kyoya would say, at least once a week.
"I'm fine Kyoya, I don't need to sleep!" I would say back. I could use the rest, but if I lay down, I wouldn't be getting up for a while. I didn't mind that I was a bit tired, I was having fun with life for once. I thought nothing could ruin this time for me.
But of course, like everything else in life, good times don't last forever.
It all started a week ago, with a letter from an address I've never seen before.
It was late Sunday afternoon. My mom had a day off work, so we were going to go out and have dinner out.
DING DONG
"Dani! I'm in the shower, could you get that?
"Sure Mom, I yelled from my room. I closed my laptop and ran downstairs. I went to the door and flung it open, to see the postman there, with a box in his arms.
"Package for... Michelle?" He said, handing me the box.
"Thank you, I'll take it for her." I said, taking the box and setting it on the ground next to the door.
"Sign here.."
I signed the clipboard saying I got the package, and handed it back to him.
"Thank you ma'am, have a good day." he said, leaving the porch.
"You too!" I said back, shutting the door. Before I could fully close it, I noticed the mailbox flag was down.
How did we not hear the mailman come by?
"Mom, did you get the mail yet?" I asked, putting the box on the kitchen table.
"No! Can you go get it?" Mom yelled back.
"Sure!" I slipped on my flip flops that were by the door and walked outside. It was dreary and cloudy outside, rain has been teasing us the entire day. We knew it was going to rain, but I just wouldn't come down!
I opened the mailbox and grabbed the mail. I looked through it while I walked back to the house.
Junk mail..
Junk mail..
Bill..
Bill..
Bill..
Magazine for me...
Catalog for Mom..
A letter for me..
Postcard from one of our family friends...
...
Wait?
A letter for me!?
I paused on the porch and observed the letter. It was in a blue envelope, and the handwriting was dark and sloppy. There was a return address, from New York, New York. But there was no name with the return address.
I don't know anyone from New York..
I walked inside, turning the letter over and over. I set the remainder of the mail down and tore open the letter. Inside was a folded piece of paper. at the top is said:
From the Desk of Bryce Montgomery
Bryce Montgomery...
Montgomery..
No...
The name itself made my heart drop into my stomach
My dad...
My dad who hasn't had any contact with me for over 4 years.
I crumpled up the letter and squeezed it in my hand.
I don't want to read what that low life had to say, since when did he care about me?
I started shaking in anger. I chucked the crumpled ball of paper at the trash can in the kitchen. I missed by a longshot but I didn't care. I stormed up to my room and slammed the door as hard as I could. I heard my mom rush out of her room and yell to me to quit making so much noise, but I didn't respond. I was too angry to talk. I turned up the music on my laptop and shoved my earbuds in my ears. Music On, World Off.
A couple minutes later, my mom walked into my room, the piece of crumple paper in her hand, only this time, it was smoothed out. She probably read it.
"Dani, why did you throw this away?" she asked.
"You know there's a thing called 'knocking' mom. Mind doing it?" I said, looking at the ceiling.
"Don't get an attitude with me Dani, why was this in the trash can?" She said, waving the letter around.
"I don't wanna read it... do I need another reason?" I answered, turning away from her.
She started talking, but she was muffled over my music. I wish I could turn my music up louder to drown out her nagging. Suddenly, the earbuds were yanked out of my ears.
"Hey! What the heck?" I yelled as I sat up and glared at her.
Rip out my earbuds and I rip out your heart... Okay that's extreme but you know what I mean...
A very irritated mother was standing next to my bed. "Dani, I want you to read this letter." She said, attempting to hand me the letter. I swatted away her hand and gave her a death glare. She sighed and rubbed her temples.
I. Don't. Want. To. Read. The. Fucking. Letter. Do I have to spell it out to you?
"Hon, I know you and your father haven't had the best history.."
That's a nice way to put it...
"But I really think u should read this letter. Maybe you and your father can reconcile and-"
"You REALLY expect me to forgive him! After everything that man did to me? He ruined my childhood, he scarred me for life!" I yelled.
"I know Honey, but he is your father. Just read the damn letter Dani. You don't have to reply to it if you don't want to, but I want you to read it." She said sternly, shoving the letter in my face. I snatched it away from her. I expected her to walk away, but she stayed with her arms crossed. I grudgingly started to read the letter.
"My Sweet Danielle,
I've been afraid to talk to you ever since I moved away to America. I want to say I'm sorry, but I know you won't forgive me. What I did to you was unforgivable. I was addicted, angry at the world, and out of control. If your reading this, but you probably aren't (you probably threw it away), but on the off chance you are, I want to tell you those terrible, awful, abusive things I did to you, were not by me. I love you with all of my heart and I would never do anything to hurt you... After your brother died, I was taken over by darkness, and took it out on you. Dani, I want you to know, nothing was your fault. NOTHING. No matter what I said to you. Zander's death was NOT your fault. I was a terrible father..
So, you probably didn't read this, but I really wanted to tell you what I have been afraid to say for 4 years. When I say "I'm sorry" It doesn't even express how sorry I actually am. So, there you go Dani. I love you. I hope one day we can see each other again, but I understand if you don't. I hope you are doing well in school and have so many friends. You were always sweet to everyone... Even to me when I didn't deserve it.
I love you and miss you
Dad"
I didn't actually know how to react. I was crying, but I was angry. I mean, it felt good to read those things, but I was angry at my dad. Why now?
"Thank you for reading it Dani." my mom said. "Do you want me to stay with you?" she said quietly.
I wiped away my tears. "I'm good Mom, thank you. I'm just gonna think for a while." She nodded at me, then left my room and shut the door behind her.
I laid on my bed, and clutched the letter to my chest. I didn't know how to react.
If he sent me a letter, he must actually sorry for the past. But that still doesn't change what he did. Jeez I'm conflicted. Goddammit...
I fell asleep with the letter on my chest. I wish I knew how to react...
THE NEXT DAY
"Daniel... are you listening?"
I snapped up. I was at the host club and my 4 regular guests were seated around me.
How long have I've been staring into space?
"Oh course my Princess. Please continue, your voice enchants me." I said, giving her my trademark smile and leaning towards the girl. She started blushing and continued talking.
This is the first time I've actually wanted the host club to end in a while.
I pretended to listen to the guests and survived until the end of club time. I bowed to the ladies as they left and they squealed and rushed out of the room, as usual. As soon as everyone was out of the room, I felt someone tap on my shoulder. I turned around and saw Haruhi, with a concerned look on her face.
"Dani, are you alright? You've seemed a bit off the entire day..." she asked.
I smiled at her, "Don't worry Haruhi, I'll be fine. I've just been very stressed out lately. I guess the exhaustion is just getting to me."
"Alright Dani, when you want to tell me what is actually wrong, come and talk to me. I'll be here to listen to you, okay?"
"Um... Okay..." I said, turning my back to her.
I think this girl is starting to see through me a little...
As soon as I turned away, I ran into another person. I fell straight onto my ass, smooth as usual.
"My dearest son! Are you alright?" Tamaki said, reaching down to grab my hand and helped me up.
"Thanks Tamaki. I'm fine." I said back.
"I'm actually glad I ran into you. I wanted to let you know that you are going to get your suit fitted tomorrow for the dance.
Suits? Dance?
"Ummm.. what are you talking about?" I asked.
"Daniel! You haven't heard! The host club is holding an dance, and you must attend! The twins have several suits you can choose from...-"
"Wait, we're holding a dance?" Haruhi said, stepping up.
"Yes Haruhi, and it is mandatory you come." Kyoya said out of nowwhere.
"Um.. Um... N-No... I'm not really much of a dancer... I don't usually go to parties, except for the ones in my neighborhood." She said, her voice shaking a bit.
"If you don't come, your debt will increase by 1/3," He said cooly, writing in his notebook.
"But.. I don't know how to dance!" Haruhi said, still trying to get herself out of this situation.
"Do you know how to waltz?" Kyoya said, peering over his glasses.
"Umm... no... I don't know any dances.." She said.
"I CAN TEACH YOU!" Tamaki yelled, rushing over to Haruhi, grabbing her hands.
Do I sense a small crush...? Dawhh...
"No offense Boss, but Haruhi is going to the dance as a guy-" Hikaru said.
"If she's going to learn how to waltz, she needs a smaller dance partner." Kaoru finish.
All the color disappeared from his face..
"Maybe Daniel can teach him." Kyoya said
Lightning struck Tamaki.
"I guess he would work, he's a little taller than her-" Kaoru said.
"Do you know how to waltz?" Hikaru finished, sadness in his eyes.
"Yep! I know all types of dances! I'd be happy to help!"I said happily. Hikaru grew sadder it seemed. He was as sad a Tamaki though. He erupted, then melted to the floor.
What a drama queen
"Oh." the twins said together.
"You know how to dance?" Haruhi asked, giving me a strange look.
"Uh-huh, I've dance for most of my life. I can waltz, tango, salsa, anything you need to learn, I can teach you!"
"Oh! Help me learn how to waltz!" Haruhi said excitedly.
"How long do we have until the dance Kyoya?" I asked him.
"3 days... and tomorrow you are going with the twins and Haruhi to get suits fitted. So you have 2 days to teach Haruhi how to waltz."
"Wow, okay, that was a lot shorter time than I thought. Might as well get started now! C'mon Haruhi! Let's start!" I grabbed her hand and dragged her to an empty space in the music room. Out of the corner of my eye, I saw the twins and Tamaki staring at Haruhi with longing in their eyes.
I'm probably going get hell for doing this.
Great...
And, that was the shittiest chapter I've ever written! I'm so sorry, don't hurt me! The dance is going to be more exciting, I just gotta get there first.
See you beauties soon!
Pece...