Lots has happened in the week since meeting Haruhi. One: he was a girl. That came as a not so surprising shock. But perhaps that's because I spotted her coming out of the girl's bathroom. Tamaki had been the only one who was majorly baffled when he saw her slightly less than decent attire. That didn't change the fact she was now an official member of the host club, even a status I didn't posess. With Kyoya there were no gender discrimination when it came to money.
Truthfully, I was excited when I found out Haruhi was a girl. Finally, I had a chance to be friends with another female who I could be completely honest with. We both had secrets we could be aware of, my relationship status with Tamaki, and her biological gender.
She was nice and blunt and very, very naive. Tamaki was pulling out the big guns, or should I say charms. He used his signature roses and sweet talk, but she waved it off easily. She got along well with everyone; the twins respected her ability of putting Tamaki in the corner, and Kyoya appreciated her simpleness. Mori fit into the protective mode easily, for trouble seemed attracted to her. And Honey- Honey couldn't resist cute things. But Tamaki. . . he grew a fascination.
I could see him watching her out of the corner of his eye. And he'd make up the silliest excuses to talk to her. I never was the type to keep him on a short leash and I didn't bother to tighten or slacken my grip now. This was Tamaki's first time being so close to a commoner's life style and he was curious. Admittedly I was as well. Mori's words replayed in my mind.
He's preparing himself for you.
Maybe I should take a leaf out of his book; that just may be me in the near future. So I didn't bother to be suspicious or weary of his growing affection for the girl.
I really should have been.