I don't want to do any work today, but I know I probably should.

Which is why I am awake at like 9am on a Sunday :'(

That's not the upsetting part though, the upsetting part is that I got up at 6 and have already written up and uploaded the chapter before this :L

Oh dear.

This chapter I'm listening toooooooo: The Lumineers - Stubborn love and Passion Pit - Carried away

James Bird's house was bursting with teenager, and we could hear the music from our here.

It was comforting to know that despite the amount of money these kids have, and the fact that half of them are heirs to multimillion pound businesses, that they still party like normal teenagers.

Normal, illegally drinking and illegally smoking teenagers.

Well, I suppose smoking isn't illegal for most of them, more the substances that they are smoking.

We pushed the door open and followed the trail of drunken couples and the pulsating music until we found the kitchen.

"I've never been to a party like this before, I thought they only had these on TV," Haruhi yelled in my ear.

I laughed, a grin widely spread across my face.

I loved these kinds of parties, where you could talk to anyone without being judged because everyone was equally drunk.

"Do you want something to drink?" I shouted towards Haruhi, she only just heard me over the music but nodded.

I looked in the fridge and all I could find was alcohol. I didn't want to be responsible for Haruhi becoming ill or paralytic or anything so I found to glasses and filled them with water instead.

Haruhi looked grateful as I handed her the water and she saw that I had water too.

"Do you not drink?" She asked.

"Sometimes, I'm just not one of those people who needs to drink to have fun," I shrugged.

We weaved in and out of the drunken teenagers, trying to find some of the Japanese students.

"Summer! I'm glad you made it!" James Bird had come out of no where, put his arm around me and grinned stupidly.

I couldn't help but laugh at how drunk he was.

"Did you not want alcohol? Here try mine!" He practically shoved his bottle in my face and I took a swig out of it.

"James, that's vile!" I laughed.

He furrowed his eyebrows, "Is it?"

Haruhi rolled her eyes, but was smiling.

"Where's Mori?" I shouted to James.

He looked confused momentarily, "you mean Takashi?" He asked.

I nodded dumbly, I'd forgotten that he had a first name.

James pointed to a corner where Mori stood boredly, surrounded by girls.

They all kept squealing whenever he said anything or lifted his head back to take a swig of his drink, making his Adam's apple bob up and down.

"Thanks James. Oh and great party!" I smiled and began to escape from his arm.

"No thank you Summer Herman-Smith!" He grinned and kissed my cheek sloppily.

I snorted as he walked away, staggering slightly.

As Mori caught sight of us his eyes widened and he motioned pleadingly for us to come over.

I'd never seen Mori so expressive.

The girls with him gave me a nasty look before their eyes rested on Haruhi and they all gushed over how adorable 'he' looked dressed as an English boy.

"Thank you." Mori being in such close proximity to my ear, mixed with his deep voice, made me jump.

He grinned, not like the tiny smiled and smirks he'd offered me over the past three days, but a genuine grin.

Teeth and everything.

I looked at him speculatively.

An inquisitive look replaced his grin and he said 'What?'

Not that I could hear him over the music now that he'd straightened up to his full height again.

I went onto my tiptoes to try and reach his ear and put my hands on his shoulder for support.

He smirked at my obviously attempts to speak into his ear and leaned down slightly to help me out.

"You have a nice smile," I said. "You should smiled more often."

I placed my heels onto the floor again and looked over to see how Haruhi was doing.

She had her mouth agape and seemed to be looking at Mori.

I followed her gaze and saw Mori attempting to look away from me, due to the faint pink tinge to his cheeks and nose that became visible as he took a swig of his drink.

So Mori was blushing.

That's adorable.

I smiled as I looked away and took a sip of my own drink.

"Summer! Taka-chan, Haru-chan!" Honey's voice called over the music from somewhere.

It was faint, and due to his height, and mine, I couldn't tell where about in the room he was.

Suddenly he emerged from a group of girls and hugged me around my waist.

I patted his head awkwardly.

"Hey Honey."

He looked me up and down, "why aren't you wearing a dress like the other girls?" He asked.

I shrugged, "it's too cold to wear a dress."

He pouted, "but we're indoors, and it's boiling."

He was right, I'd already removed my jumper and set it aside God knows where. In the kitchen somewhere I think. I'd find it later.

"Do you not like dresses?" He asked, pouting still.

I rolled my eyes. "I just feel more comfortable in clothes that could not accidentally embarrass me in front of a crown of people at any moment."

Haruhi heard this and laughed.

"Finally, someone who understands me!" She said, escaping the group of girls.

"So where are the others?" I asked Honey.

I hadn't even thought to ask Mori beforehand. Although I didn't want to embarrass him further than I already had with the smiled comment.

Again, I have to filter - think before you talk Summer.

Honey told us to follow him and led us through to a room where Hikaru, Kaoru, Kyoya and Tamaki were all being fawned over by girls.

"Wow, I thought the girls in England might have a bit more sense," Haruhi said in my ear.

"I think it's just a rich people thing," I chuckled.

Tamaki was sitting by a fire place in a white shirt and dark jeans, holding a girl's hand as she swooned, and girls around them giggled.

Kyoya was wearing a black shirt with black trousers and shiny black shoes, looking very elegant. He had on his most charming smile, which i now know is fake and just a way of making connections with important people.

Hikaru and Kaoru had taken 'English Fashion' to the extreme. I don't think what they're wearing is counted as 'casual' but they some how didn't look out of place.

They were both wearing garish Burberry trousers with brown waistcoats over white shirts. The sleeves were rolled up to their elbows and they were wearing bow-ties that matched their trousers in pattern.

When did they plan this? They don't even have the same host.

The two boys were sitting on a sofa between two girls who instantly seemed familiar.

It didn't take me long to realise why, as none other than Isabella Herman sauntered over and placed herself between the twins.

The girls on either side were her two followers - Mitsy and Martha.

"Oh Summer," Isabella sneered as she spotted me.

The twins turned to look at me, slightly confused. They knew I didn't really have any friends, or enemies.

"Isabella," I nodded my head.

I'm not sure why it had become so tense in the room.

The twins smiled reassuringly at me.

Isabella turned to look at them and then laughed. "Oh you don't have to play nice with that one. She's only a commoner. If her mother wasn't such a filthy little gold-digger then she wouldn't even be attending Fickleberry Academy." Mitsy and Martha cackled along beside her.

I swear steam was coming out of my ears.

"What did you say about my mother?" I snapped.

Isabella stood up, examining her nails boredly.

She cleared her throat and then spoke slowly to the whole room.

"I said, if your mother, wasn't such a filthy little gol-" She was unable to complete the sentence as my fist seemed to have collided with her face.

She screeched and held onto her bloody nose.

"What do you think you're doing you little bitch?!" She screamed and I attempted to claw her eyeballs from her face, but I just scratched into air.

Someone had grabbed me by my waist and then through my over their shoulder and started walking away.

Bella followed me and my face was still angled towards her.

"You'll be sorry for this you ungrateful little shit!" She yelled.

"Sorry that your Dad'll have to fork our for yet another nose job!" I shouted back as I was being carried out of the room.

Isabella stopped in the door frame, fuming.

It took being carried through another three rooms and out of the front door for the red to fade from my vision.

Mori set me down on the porch.

I folded my arms across my chest and huffed angry breaths of steam out of my mouth.

"Why did you take me away?!" I rounded on him, waving my arms exasperatedly into the cold night air.

He briefly looked shocked and then it quickly turned to concern. He picked my hand out of the air and examined it. My knuckles were bloodied and already bruising slightly and I hadn't noticed before, but it hurt like hell now.

He touched it lightly and I involuntarily flinched.

I could work out the look on his face.

He placed his other hand on my lower back and guided me towards the porch swing. I sat down and shivered, cursing my flimsy ninja turtle t-shirt.

He raised his hand, said "Stay," and then left.

I rolled my eyes again.

He was back almost as soon as he went through the door, as if he had forgotten something and then he pulled off his sweatshirt and placed it over my head.

By the time I had the sweatshirt on properly he had left through the door again.

His jumper smelled nice, I couldn't describe the smell exactly, but I liked it.

When he returned he had on a new jumper and was carrying a small first aid box.

He rolled up the sleeve of the jumper he had given me and started being all medical and asking me whether it hurt or not when he applied pressure to various parts of my hand.

I had to assume that someone in the host club or in his family had to get injured a lot for him to be able to take care of people so well.

He ended up getting wrapping my knuckles in a bandage and getting ice to put on top. He sat beside me as I held it there.

I shivered despite the extra warmth the jumper was giving me.

I could see Mori frowning out of the corner of my eye.

He raised an arm and draped it over my shoulder, sharing his body heat with me. I didn't even say a sarcastic comment like 'smooth' but instead drew my legs up to my chest as we sat in silence, watching the nothingness of James Bird's driveway from his dimly lit porch, with Mori gently rocking the porch swing back and forth with his legs.

"Do you prefer being called Takashi or Mori?" I asked out of the blue.

Well, out of the blue for him. It followed my trail of thoughts perfectly.

I had been thinking of James Bird calling him Takashi earlier.

Mori mulled it over in his head for a while.

"I prefer when you say Takashi," he spoke softly. I blushed slightly, but I don't think he saw due to the poor lighting. "With your accent it sounds weird when you say Mori." He grinned again and I snorted, the blush disappearing completely.

"That's the most you've ever said to me at one time," I chuckled.

He simply continued to grin and we sat in a comfortable silence again.

I don't know how long we were out there, but it seemed as though the host club had been looking for us for a while.

Honey was the first one through the door and Takashi withdrew his arm before the rest of the host club came through and saw.

I could understand that he didn't want anyone to get the wrong idea, but I felt my self immediately missing the warmth.

"Who was that girl?" Hikaru asked.

Haruhi gave him a look as if to say 'are you a complete moron?'

"It was obviously one of Summer's step-sisters, due to the age of most people at this party, I can assume that she is the eldest Herman sister - Isabella." Kyoya deduced.

"Plus the fact that Summer called her Isabella," Haruhi snorted.

Everyone was silent for a moment, some of the host club looking between me and Mori, others looking at my bandaged hand.

"You have a hell of a punch," Hikaru said.

"Totally destroyed her face," Kaoru added.

I don't know who instigated it but we all burst out laughing. Even Mori was chuckling and Kyoya was fighting a small smile, with his shoulders bobbing up and down.

I wiped a tear from my eye.

"Oh I'm going to be in so much trouble when my mum and Marcus find out," my chuckles were dying down but I still had a stupid grin on my face despite the gloomy prospect of punishment.

"They wouldn't ground you when you have an exchange partner over would they?" Honey asked.

I laughed, "No, and they wouldn't ground me anyway, I don't go out and do anything. They'll probably just take away my right to ask the butlers to do things for me. Which they probably think is a bad thing."

The twins and Tamaki looked horrified.

"They'd do that?!" (Tamaki)

"How cruel!" (Kaoru)

"I hope out parents would never do that!" (Hikaru)

Haruhi rolled her eyes and I called Alexander to pick us up.

The host club said their goodbyes to Haruhi and I as we stood on the porch.

Mori was the only one left.

I realised what he was waiting for and shook my head, looking up at him lingering in the doorway.

"I'm holding this jumper for ransom until you find mine when the party's over." I smirked, "It's grey-ish with 'Pearl Jam - Alive' written on the front."

He laughed. "I'll look for it tomorrow, hope the maids don't throw it out," he smirked, joking.

I but my lip, that was actually a possibility. It wasn't exactly valuable in the sense of price.

Mori seemed to notice my sudden anxiety and put a hand on my shoulder.

He leaned down and looked me in the eyes.

"Don't worry, I wont let that happen."

I nodded and waved as he went back inside and Haruhi and I got in the car that had just pulled up.

It was late when we got back and Haruhi and I quickly changed and went to bed.

We lay parallel to each other in the twin beds in silence for a while.

"Summer?" Haruhi said softly into the dark.

"Mmm?"

"You made Mori-senpai blush."

I chuckled quietly and breathed in the smell of Mori's jumper; quickly falling to sleep afterwards.

I'm a strong believer in jumper stealing. They're just so warm and smell so nice. Om nom nom.

There was another cake downstairs this morning, I got really confused because I didn't make it.

I think my parents are cheating on me.

Eating someone else's cake.

How dare they.

Anyway, happy reviewing ;)