Here's the next chapter! Nothing too exciting happens, but things will soon escalate. So far Alyssa and I are still enjoying this story, and Chapter 3 is already underway!

Warnings: None, a few swear words, but that's it.

Enjoy~

Chapter 2

Olivia looked at herself in the mirror. Her long rust-colored hair was stick straight and fell past her elbows, curling slightly at the ends. Her dim hazel eyes were laden with sleep, as she had only woken up a few minutes before. She glanced to her left and begun to stare at the puffy yellow dress hanging on the bathroom door. She grimaced. Olivia couldn't stand the thought of dresses, much less such a girly one.

After completing her short morning routine, she eyed the ridiculous lemon colored dress again and audibly groaned. After a couple of seconds of sulking she pulled the clothing on, momentarily getting stuck in the slip. She reluctantly pulled on the long white stockings and the uncomfortable maroon-colored mary-jane shoes. After staring at her ridiculous appearance in the large mirror, she still couldn't believe how awful she looked.

She left the large bathroom and entered her bedroom. Her laptop and schoolbag were resting on her desk. She put the computer in the bag, as well as a few pens and a notebook. She was just checking her appearance again in another large mirror when Tamaki knocked on the door.

"Olivia? Are you ready?" Tamaki asked. Olivia turned away from the mirror and nodded at him.

"Yeah, I'm ready. I just really hate this dress." Olivia grumbled. Tamaki chuckled.

"Oh, really? I think you look beautiful." Tamaki replied with a smile on his face. Olivia felt her face slightly redden and she pushed past the blond, heading for the front staircase.

"Let's just go." She said, ignoring the compliment. Tamaki blinked at her for a second before following her.

They made their way down the stairs, into the limo, and were heading towards Ouran Academy.

Olivia stepped in front of the doors of Ouran's third music room, questioning whether or not to go in. Tamaki had rushed out of their homeroom class quite fast, tugging Kyoya along, and Olivia had followed them to the very end of the top north hallway to this abandoned room. She exhaled and finally opened the large wooden doors.

She was greeted by Tamaki, as well as a few other handsome students, rushing around the room transforming the room into a tropical paradise. Each of the boys had an island-themed outfit on, consisting of a tunic around their waist and shiny golden jewelry around their necks and wrists. She saw Kyoya at a table in the corner of the room, typing at a sleek shiny computer. She ambled over to ask what everyone was doing.

"What's going on?" She asked, sitting in the seat opposite the dark-haired boy. He glanced up from his screen and met her eyes for a second, before quickly looking back down.

"I had the supplies and props for Tamaki's Bali paradise setting ordered and flown in last night, and the rest of the hosts are just getting it set up," Kyoya said.

"Kyoya!" Tamaki yelled from the other side of the room, "What about this outfit for Haruhi?" Tamaki bounded over to their table, carrying a mannequin decked out in an island queen get up. Olivia noticed that it matched Tamaki's king outfit significantly. He set the mannequin down and saw that Olivia had arrived at the club.

"Oh, hey, Olivia," Tamaki said nervously, quickly trying to hide the mannequin.

"You said Haruhi is a guy, right?" Olivia questioned, "Why is that for him?"

Suddenly, one of the other guys ran over. He was short and child-like, and he looked like he belonged in the elementary school, "Haru-chan is a boy, but he's very pretty!" The boy said happily, "He almost looks like a girl!"

"Yeah, that's true, isn't it, Honey-senpai," Tamaki agreed. His voice still had a shaky anxious tone, but Olivia brushed it off with a shrug, she was more concerned as to why Tamaki referred to him as 'senpai'.

"Oh, everyone?" Tamaki said, calling out to the rest of the members of the host club, "There's someone you need to meet!"

The rest of the guys walked over and Tamaki gestured to Olivia, "This is Olivia Fadley, she's an exchange student from the US. She's staying with me at my house! Olivia, this is Honey-senpai, Mori-senpai, Hikaru and Kaoru." Tamaki explained, pointing out each boy.

Olivia quickly tried to shrink in on herself; being the center of attention was not her thing, "Hey," she said quietly.

"He's not giving you any trouble, is he?" One of the red-headed twins spoke up, a sly grin creeping on his face.

"Yeah, has he touched you or something? He tends to do that to girls." The other added with a matching smirk tugging at his lips.

"What," Olivia said flatly.

"YOU EVIL TWINS!" Tamaki yelled angrily, chasing after the two identical boys, "I DON'T TOUCH GIRLS LIKE THAT!"

"They're not serious, right?" Olivia asked dubiously, flicking her eyes to Kyoya.

"No, they like to mess with him a lot," Kyoya explained, his gaze staying on the screen.

"Good," Olivia said, letting out a sigh of relief.

A few minutes later, the tropical setting was complete. Olivia thought that the real trees and the flowers imported from Bali were a bit much, but she felt her eye begin to twitch when live toucans and chameleons were released into the room.

"Is this really necessary?" She asked. Olivia hadn't moved from her place across from Kyoya, but she had pulled out her own laptop to get some schoolwork done. She couldn't concentrate, however. The squawking in the room was beginning to drive her mad.

"The happiness and entertainment of our customers is our top priority," Kyoya replied, a knowing smirk on his face. He looked up to meet Olivia's gaze, "No matter how costly and extravagant."

"I don't know," Olivia said, "I think it's all just a waste of money. Your 'customers' or whatever don't really need any of this." Kyoya stopped typing and eyed her curiously, usually people at Olivia's social standing weren't too concerned with wastefulness.

Olivia closed her laptop and put her elbows on the table, resting her chin on her laced fingers, "So how exactly do you entertain these girls?" she asked.

Kyoya closed his laptop as well and crossed his arms over his chest, "We just talk to the girls and make them happy. Compliment them, pour them tea, etcetera."

Olivia still thought the whole thing to be quite odd, she just nodded and watched the tallest member of the group, Mori, set down a lavish, golden throne in the center of a group of trees.

"It's almost time to open up the club!" Tamaki announced, sitting down in the throne.

"Where's Haru-chan?" Honey asked innocently.

The twins shrugged as they replied in unison, "We saw her heading to the library after class, she may just be running a little late."

"That'll be another 50 customers on her quota," Kyoya said, before quickly adding, "His, I mean."

Olivia was getting suspicious about how people kept talking about this Haruhi guy as if he were a girl. She continued to ignore it all when she asked, "What do you mean by quota?"

"Haruhi first showed up here a week ago, and he accidentally broke an expensive vase. Since he's a commoner, he's paying off his debt by being a host." Kyoya explained.

As he finished explaining, the door opened and everyone got in their place. It turned out to be a feminine looking guy, whom Olivia assumed to be Haruhi.

"Sorry I'm late guys I-" He stopped himself when he saw the scenery.

"Haruhi, I'd like you to meet Olivia Fadley!" Tamaki said, quickly gravitating towards the slender brunette. He put an arm around Haruhi's shoulders as he gestured towards Olivia, "She's an exchange student, and she's staying with me at my house. Don't get too jealous, Haruhi!" He cooed.

Haruhi rolled his eyes and pushed Tamaki off of him and walked further into the room, "Whatever, just get ready, I saw some girls making their way down here."

Just as Haruhi finished speaking, the door opened to show dozens of girls outside of the room, chattering away loudly.

"Welcome, ladies!" Tamaki announced, and the girls began to file in. Each boy went to their respective places, and the girls followed.

Olivia grabbed one of the tropical drinks sitting out and began to glance around the room. Olivia saw Haruhi talking to his group of girls; he was just talking and the girls looked like they were absolutely love-struck. But there was something off about him that she couldn't quite place. Olivia took her drink and walked over to where Kyoya was leaning against the tiki bar, writing more notes down into his portfolio.

"So what's the deal with Haruhi? Is he a crossdresser or something? He seems too feminine to be an actual guy," Olivia said bluntly. Kyoya flinched a little, and turned to face her. He pushed his glasses up the bridge of his nose and smiled.

"You're much smarter than I thought. You're close to Tamaki, so I guess there's no reason you shouldn't know. She did break the vase, and since she unintentionally fooled most of us into believing she was a boy, she's paying her debt this way." Kyoya explained, his smug smile never leaving his face. Olivia grimaced at him and stuck out her tongue. She didn't know whether to take his first statement as a compliment or an insult.

Olivia glanced around the room. Her eyes fell to the twins, holding each other tenderly. The girls sitting with them were squealing about how they 'had never seen brotherly love quite like that.' It had gotten to the point where she stopped questioning anything weird she had seen around here.

"Livvy-chan!" Honey said happily, coming over and grasping Olivia's hand, "Do you want to have some cake with me?"

"I'd love to, but please just call me Olivia. I don't like nicknames." Olivia replied. Unbeknownst to Olivia, Kyoya smirked inwardly, making a mental note of Olivia's dislike for nicknames.

"Okay," Honey said, "Do you like strawberry cake, Olivia? Because we have a lot of that!"

Olivia sat with Honey and Mori for a few minutes, eating a piece of strawberry cake. She thought briefly to herself that if they were going to spend money on anything extravagant, this cake is the thing to get. Sometimes, some of the girls would come up to her and ask about what its like living with Tamaki. She didn't really have much to say other than that he was very polite and gentlemanly when welcoming her home. The girls would walk away, grumbling about their jealousy.

Olivia listened to the girls sitting around Honey and Mori coo and cry about how adorable Honey was. She thought that it was very odd that these girls were fawning over these guys as if they were celebrities. Kyoya was right, this was quite an experience.

Olivia's ears perked up as she heard Tamaki begin to announce something towards the end of the club session.

"I'd like everyone know that the Ouran Host Club is sponsoring a party next week! All of you lovely ladies are more than welcome to come!" Tamaki declared. The announcement was followed by an uproar of excited squeals from the girls in the room.

Olivia tried to shut the obnoxious hum of the girls out as she quietly watched a brunette girl walk over to Haruhi. She put her hand under Haruhi's chin and said, You're much cuter than I thought, Haruhi. I've decided to make you my new favorite host."

"Hey, boss! Stop eating that commoners ramen and come help us with the party planning!" Hikaru called. The host club had ended their activities for the day and they were staying after to plan the party. Tamaki was sulking in the corner, eating a bowl of ramen sulkily.

"Are you really that upset that Kanako has taken a liking to Haruhi?" Olivia asked. She was sitting at the table with her laptop open again, one earbud hanging from her ear.

"No! I couldn't care less!" Tamaki exclaimed, jumping up from his spot in the corner of the room.

"It shouldn't matter," Kyoya said matter-of-factly, "She's had the disease for a while."

"What disease?" Haruhi spoke up.

"She has the host-hopping disease," Hikaru explained.

"A.K.A., the never-the-same-boy-twice disease," Kaoru added.

"That's right," Honey agreed, "because before she chose you, Haru-chan, she was with Tama-chan!"

"Usually our guests pick a favorite host and see them regularly, but Miss Kasugazaki can't pick a favorite. She changes her mind on a regular basis," Kyoya said simply.

"That's ridiculous," Olivia scoffed, "She might just have varied tastes, there's nothing wrong with it."

"Still, I don't care that Kanako likes Haruhi better than me!" Tamaki announced, "Haruhi, it's time you started dressing like a girl! Daddy wants you to go back to the girl you were in middle school!"

"Well that came out of nowhere...," Olivia mumbled to herself.

While Tamaki loudly fussed over Haruhi, Kyoya closed his laptop and said to Olivia, "You're welcome to attend the party as well, Olivia."

Olivia held her hands up in a defensive way, "Oh no, that's alright. I don't have a dress with me, I didn't think to bring one along."

"Our mother has a few new spring designs," Hikaru offered.

"She'll need someone to get them a little more publicity as well," Kaoru added. He tugged at Olivia's long hair, "We'll help you style your hair as well; it's a pretty color but your cut is a little plain."

Olivia turned to them with a glare, "I like my hair. It's easy to manage. And don't pull on it!" She waved her hand to shoo the twins away, "That's a kind offer but parties just aren't my thing." She put her other earbud in her ear and clicked a button on her computer a couple of times, turning up the volume of her music.

Kyoya leaned over and pulled at Olivia's hair playfully. Olivia angrily glared at Kyoya and took out her earbud again, "What?" she asked impatiently.

"You should really attend the party, Livvy. We'd love for you to come," Kyoya said with a sly smile.

Olivia's eyes narrowed, "Don't call me that."

"What? Livvy?" He replied, crossing his arms over his chest.

"Yeah, Four-Eyes," Olivia glared at Kyoya, even more harshly than before. She hated that teasing smirk playing at his lips. She wanted to punch it right off his smug face.

"What kind of sweets are going to be at the party, Tama-chan?" Honey asked, trying to change the subject. Tamaki stopped bothering Haruhi and began enthusiastically explaining the different desserts they would be having at the party. Just the thought of all the elegant food was making Olivia's mouth water.

As Tamaki continued, Olivia was starting to reconsider her decision. It all sounded very good, and who was she to turn down good food?

"Well, I might as well go," she said, trying to come up with a reason other than the food, "All of you are going to be there, and I don't want to be stuck at home by myself for all that time."

"Excellent, Olivia! Do you have any formal dancing experience?" Tamaki asked.

"Yes, but I'm not very coordinated." Olivia said sheepishly.

"And Haruhi? Do you have any formal dancing experience?" Tamaki then turned to the brunette. Haruhi began to slightly panic.

"No, but the party isn't part of my quota is it? I'd just like to stay home and get some extra time to study," Haruhi said quickly, hopeful that she wouldn't have to attend the party.

"No, no! A host must know how to dance! You cannot properly entertain a lady not knowing how to dance!" Tamaki exclaimed, dramatically pointing in Haruhi's direction, "We'll have you dancing like a pro in no time!"

Soon after, the final details of the party were settled, and the hosts began to head home. On their way to the Suoh mansion, Tamaki was excitedly talking about the party, and that he was so glad that Olivia decided to come after all. Olivia cupped her face in her right hand, staring out the window at the dark, starless sky and the bright crescent moon. She was beginning to realize that her entire visit in Japan, not just the host club, was going to be quite the experience.

Olivia's Blog - Day 2

My housemate, Tamaki, and his club have organized a party. That asshole Four-Eyes eventually teased me into going, although I don't care for huge parties (I'm definitely not going just for the wonderful spread of food they're going to have, what gave you that idea?).

I'm beginning to think that things between Kyoya and I are only going to get worse, I have no idea why he keeps bothering me. I wish he'd just leave me alone.

Again, wish me luck.

-Olivia Fadley