AN: Hey again peoples! I didn't get any reviews yet, story/author alerts/favorites are great and all, but reviews are what really motivate me! I needed to get to the good stuff! By the way, since Evelyn likes to listen to songs from America, everyone automatically knows what the English lyrics mean :/ This chapter gets to the good stuff! I hope you like it!

Kyoya: Nobody will ever like your writing.

Me: Meanie! TT_TT

Evelyn: Even though she's crazy, kinda evil, twisted, messed up, has mediocre grades, she's weird, odd, socially awkward, spends her lonesome days online—

Me: AHEM!

Evelyn: … right. Even though all of that, she's technically still my creator! So stop with the snide comments!

Kyoya: who are you to tell me what to do?

Me: Ladies, ladies, you're both pretty. Now ON WITH THE STORY!

Evelyn POV

I woke up to my alarm blaring. Ugh, just five more minutes. I hit the snooze button and rolled over.

"Evelyn? Please tell me you're not still asleep…" I sat up. That voice was familiar. And they were knocking on the door. I got up and ran to the door, looking through the peephole. It was Haruhi.

"Hey Haruhi!" I greeted, opening the door. "What are you doing here?" She gave me an 'are you serious' look.

"Evelyn… School starts in half an hour! And it takes fifteen minutes to walk to school!" she exclaimed. I gasped. How could I have forgotten?

"Oh crap! Haruhi, wait in the living room for a minute! I'll be right out!" I called to her, dashing back to my room. I threw on a pair of jeans and a tee shirt. Not exactly dressy, but oh freaking well. I grabbed my bag, which I luckily packed the night before. I checked the clock. Seventeen minutes had passed.

"I'm ready Haruhi!" I called to her. "We can make it if we run!" I was running out the door.

"Evelyn! Wait!" Haruhi called. What could it be? "School's the other way!" I skidded to a stop. Wow, I'm an idiot. We started running, this time in the right direction. By the time we were at school, we were a minute late.

"S-sorry we're late, I helped Evelyn get to school." Haruhi explained as we caught our breaths from sprinting the whole way there. The teacher, a balding, kind looking man, just smiled.

"It's fine, Haruhi. And you must be the exchange student. I'm Mr. Sentoku. What is your name my dear?" He asked.

"I'm Evelyn Springfield" I told him, bowing.

"Wonderful. Now maybe you could tell us something about yourself, Evelyn?" Sentoku asked. I nodded my head and turned to the class.

"Well, I transferred here from America because I was at the top of my Japanese class. I've been learning since fifth grade. So trying to throw me off by saying something funky won't really work." I told them. A few people laughed.

"America? Well, welcome! You can take a seat next to Haruhi." Sentoku told me. I strode over to the seat next to Haruhi's. I noticed that two ginger-haired, identical boys were staring at me with interest sparking in their golden eyes. I decided to ignore them for now. Why? Because class had started.

"Wow, your classes here are so different from in America!" I exclaimed. Haruhi nodded.

"It must be really different. You'll get used to it soon though, I think." She told me. Anyways, I have to go to the host club. You'll have to get your paperwork filled out alone. Just drop by the abandoned music room three when you're done. It's to the right down the hallway and up the stairs from here. See you later!" Haruhi left me standing outside the office. I shrugged, walking in.

A stack of paper later, I headed out. Okay, so down the hall to the right and up the stairs… There it was! Music room three! I cautiously opened the doors. Suddenly, rose petals flew out of the open doors! I squeezed my eyes closed. What the heck was up with this?

"Welcome to the host club, princess." A silky voice purred. I opened my eyes to see a blond-haired pretty boy sitting upon a throne. Surrounding him were those identical boys from class, a blond-haired kid, a macho-looking guy holding the kid, some sneaky looking guy with glasses, and Haruhi. Well, this must be the host club.

"Hey there, Evelyn!" Haruhi called. The other guys looked at her, looking surprised.

"Do you know her?" The king/princely guy who spoke before asked. Haruhi nodded, gesturing for me to come in. I hesitantly walked towards her. She really did look like a guy in that uniform.

"Yeah, this is Evelyn. She's been my pen-pal since sixth grade, and—"

"She transferred here yesterday because she was at the top of her Japanese class." The glasses kid interrupted. I just stared at him. What the freaking heck?

"How the heck do you know that?" I cried, jumping back a little. Glasses kid just smiled, pushing them up the bridge of his nose, concealing his onyx eyes with the glare of the glasses.

"I know things." Okay, that's NOT completely stalkerish AT ALL.

"Very funny Kyoya, I think you might be freaking her out." Haruhi told him. "Sorry about that, Kyoya does background checks on everyone. He knows almost everything about everything." She apologized, sweat dropping. I slowly nodded my head, eyes narrowed at 'Kyoya.' He looked suspicious.

"Wait, wait, wait!" Cried the prince/kingly one. "Haruhi, you had a pen-pal this whole time… And you never told me?" Haruhi slowly nodded. The boy looked like he'd just seen something die, and sulked in the corner. Oh-Kay then. This host club sure was weird. Haruhi sighed.

"Just ignore him. That's Tamaki, by the way. He's the leader of the host club." She told me. I nodded; it made a lot of sense. She described him as extremely cheery, but being kind of mood-swingy and getting over things quickly. "The twins are Kaoru and Hikaru. They're in our class." They winked at me in unison. "The small-looking boy is Mitsukuni, but everyone just calls him Honey. The older one holding him is Takashi, but we call him Mori. They're both third years." I gaped again. That small boy, a third year? He was holding a pink stuffed bunny, too! There was no way! "And that guy who knows all about everything is Kyoya." Haruhi concluded. I turned my gaze back to the stalker-boy. He appeared to be writing something down in a black notebook. I leaned over to see. Then I froze—He was writing about me!

"Stop writing about me in that stalker-notebook of yours!" I cried, snatching it away.

"You have no right to take that." Kyoya frowned, crossing his arms. "Return it to me." I shook my head, scanning what he'd written about me. He had down that I had long blond hair, big blue eyes, was American, female, deceased father, transferring to Ouran Academy. Wow, he really was a stalker! Just then, Kyoya swiped his stalker-book back from me.

"Hey! I wasn't done reading what you'd written!" I yelled, reaching for it in vain.

"That's too bad. You had no right to take what doesn't belong to you." He replied, closing the notebook.

"Well you have no right of writing down m personal information in that stalker-book of yours!" I shouted. He looked surprised, and almost like he was going to laugh.

"Did you just call this a… Stalker book?"

"Yes I did, because it's stalkerish to write down everything you know about everything!" I accused. "You're a stalker! And stalkers use stalker books!" Kyoya couldn't hold back any longer. He burst out laughing, and then collapsed to the ground, still laughing. Everyone crowded around, and Tamaki came out of his corner to watch. They all looked extremely surprised.

"Evelyn… How did you make Kyoya laugh?" Haruhi questioned. I shrugged. Did this guy not laugh that much?

"I don't know… Maybe he has something with his special stalker-notebooks?" That got everyone laughing. Kyoya finally got up and straightened his jacket, having rumpled it from his laughter fit.

"I was just not expecting her to call my black book a stalker-notebook." He replied evenly. I just snorted.

"Black book? That sounds just as ominous and stalkerish. What do you do, sell that information to people? On the black market of stalkers? Is that what you do in your spare time, Kyoya whatever-your-last-name-is? HMMMMMM?" I replied, going on my toes to appear taller and being all in his face and annoying. Kyoya blinked a few times before leaning back and pushing me back. As I took a step back, I accidently missed my footing and stumbled backwards falling into a pedestal with a vase atop it. The vase wobbled, and then toppled over. It was almost slow-motion as I tried to reach to get it, but ended up falling flat on my face. While the vase shattered directly to my right, sending a few spikes of pain at me as the ceramic chips pierced my skin.

"Evelyn! Evelyn are you alright?' I heard Haruhi shout. I got up, shaking. I'd broken their vase. They were sure to kill me now.

"I-I-I y-your vase…" I stuttered, backing away. I was screwed, I was screwed, I was screwed! But… Kyoya looked like he was going to burst out laughing again. What was his problem? Then he saw my face and frowned.

"Wow, that was the replacement for the vase Haruhi broke when she first joined the host club… I guess you're our new dog!" Tamaki smiled cheerfully, like the fact that I just broke an 8 million yen vase. "Of course, you'll have to work here extra-hard since you only have a semester…" I zoned out at that point. Tamaki's voice was sort of irritating. Something cold and wet touched my cheek and I froze. I looked to see one of the twins cleaning blood off my cheek with a handkerchief.

"You got cut by some shards of that vase. I'm cleaning the blood off." He explained. Was it Hikaru or Kaoru?

"Uh, thanks… You're Kaoru, right?" The twin stopped cleaning the blood and looked at me with wide eyes.

"Was that just a guess?" He asked. I shook my head. No, your voice pitch is a little higher than Hikaru's, your hair is parted to the other side than his, and your face is a little more pointed. Plus, you seem a little less mischievous than him." I explained. Kaoru looked like he'd taken a slap to the face.

"H-Hikaru!" Kaoru yelled. The other twin came running.

"What is it Kaoru?" He anxiously asked. Kaoru looked from me to him and back, before saying in a shaking voice,

"She knew it was me." Hikaru looked at me with wide eyes. "The only person who's ever told us apart was Haruhi. Now you too?" Kaoru marveled.

"Only her and I have told you two apart?" I asked. They nodded in unison. "Wow, tough break…"

"Ahem." Kyoya cleared his throat. He looked a bit troubled, but ready for business. I looked at him with a 'what is it?' expression. "From now on, to pay for that vase you broke, you shall have to work for the host club every day until your semester in Japan is over. You shall also have to attend to the separate needs of each of the members at given times. Any other jobs we think you may be able to do shall be welcomed as ideas for you to help pay off the debt at the appropriate times." So I was basically their slave. Just perfect.

Ta-da~ Second chapter done! I hope you liked this one! And has anyone noticed that in the English dub of the anime everyone pronounces vase like cause with a v but I pronounce it like face with a v… Idk.

Kyoya: Re-using the vase thing is so cliché…

Me: I don't care! Maybe I'm a cliché person!

Evelyn: Why me? Now I have scratches on my face and I have to be a slave to those horrible people!

Kyoya: I've never had a slave before, as surprising as it seems… Hmmmm… *goes into deep thought*

Me: I'll bet he's having dirty thoughts XD

Evelyn: Did I forget to add sicko to the list of horrible things you are?

Me: TT_TT Anyways, please RATE&REVIEW! I want to know what you think! Where I should go with this! By the way I'm thinking of changing the title. Melting His Heart of Ice doesn't seem that fitting. Any suggestions? PM me or REVIEW! Thanks!

~HalfDragonLover