Woooo chapter six! This chapter was really easy to write. Alyssa and I were working and we wrote and wrote, only thinking we had 1000 words or so. We checked the word count, and this chapter is kinda long!

We apologize for the feels that might have been caused last chapter (not really) But be grateful, this chapter could have been much sadder than it is.

Warnings: None, a few swears maybe i dont remember

Enjoy~

Chapter 6

The sleek limousine pulled up to the driveway of the Suoh residence. Tamaki and Olivia pulled themselves out of the vehicle and trudged up to the front door.

"Oh my god, I am exhausted!" Olivia stretched her arms, reaching high above her head, "I need to go to sleep. See you tomorrow, Tamaki."

"Good night, Olivia." Tamaki gave a small wave to the girl as she made her way up the giant staircase.

Olivia walked down the large hallway, turning in to her large, extravagant bedroom. She grabbed a sweatshirt and shorts with shaky hands and quickly stripped out of her bright yellow uniform. After she pulled her sweatshirt over her head, Olivia layed down on her bed and curled up into a ball and started to sob.

I hate Kyoya; why did I do that? She thought hopelessly. Why did he do that? Why would he mess with me like that?

All of these questions filled her mind and overwhelmed her. She hated Kyoya, she hated the world, but most of all, she hated herself. I'm supposed to hate Kyoya, aren't I? Then why did I kiss back? Why didn't I push him away and angrily storm out of the room? And... why did I enjoy the kiss?

She pulled the covers over her shaking frame and buried her face in the pillow, drowning in her own thoughts and desperately wanting to just disappear.

"Pick up, goddamnit! Tamaki, please pick up you cell phone." Kyoya nervously paced around his bedroom, hair disheveled and glasses askew while hanging low on his nose.

"Hi, this is Tamaki," The blonde boy answered cheerfully.

"Tamaki, thank God. Is Olivia okay?" Kyoya stopped suddenly, pushing his glasses further up his nose.

"Kyoya? Yes, she's fine. She just went up to bed. Did something happen?" Tamaki's voice immediately filled with worry.

"I messed up, Tamaki. I really messed up." Kyoya fell onto his couch, grunting as he did.

"What happened, Kyoya?" Tamaki ran up the stairs and darted into his room to finish the conversation privately.

"I left my laptop in the music room today. I ended up having to come back for it. When I came back, Olivia was playing such beautiful music. I just stood to listen. I don't know what came over me. I got so overwhelmed by the melody. I went overboard," Kyoya took in a deep breath, before finally admitting, "... and, I kissed Olivia," Tamaki's jaw dropped, "I didn't know what I was doing. It was a heat of the moment thing, y'know? I kissed her and then you came back. After that, you guys left. Did you see her? She was so close to crying. I've upset her so badly. I don't want her to be upset. I feel awful." Kyoya was rambling, full of embarrassment and worry.

At first Tamaki didn't know what to say. This sudden confession from his best friend was a lot to take in.

"You kissed her?" Tamaki finally asked, his voice almost a squeak. Kyoya gulped, "Oh, okay. Well, umm, as far as I saw she was fine. She came home saying she was exhausted and went to her bedroom, nothing more." Tamaki assured the nervous raven-haired boy.

"Oh, you oblivious twat. Go check on her. Please make sure she's okay," Kyoya sighed, "For me."

Tamaki hopped up and started walking, "Of course. I'll call you back, Kyoya." Tamaki then hung up the phone, putting it on the nearest side table and walked to Olivia's room.

He went to knock on the door and heard a few muffled cries, "Are you okay, Olivia?" Tamaki called.

"I'm fine, Tamaki, go away." Olivia said, her voice cracking once or twice.

"You don't sound fine, Olivia, I'm coming in." Tamaki said sternly as he opened the door. He was greeted by a room full of darkness.

"Get out, Tamaki. I just want to be alone." Tamaki started walking towards the lump laying on the bed.

"Is it about Kyoya?" Tamaki asked bluntly. Olivia's heart raced a little bit and she held back a sob.

"I-I don't know what you're t-talking about, Tamaki," Olivia stuttered, "Just please go away." She burst out into tears again.

Tamaki sat on the bed next to her, stroking her back as she sobbed, "Shh, it's okay Olivia. It'll be okay." Tamaki murmured more calming sounds, just letting her cry as much as she needed.

Tamaki sighed a little, "Kyoya told me, you know."

Olivia started to cry harder, and Tamaki hurriedly said, "But he's really worried about you, Olivia!"

At that, Olivia's crying slowed, and she pulled the covers off of her tear-streaked face. She sniffled, "R-Really?" she murmured. Olivia felt herself calm down some. She hoped what Tamaki said was true. She was just so worried that this was all just a huge thing to mess with her, and it scared her to death.

Tamaki nodded, smiling kindly at her. Olivia straightened herself out, crawling out from under the blankets completely, and sat with her back on the headboard of the bed. The tears had finally stopped some, but her face still looked sullen.

"Do you want to talk to him? I can call him if you-" Olivia cut him off by putting her hands up quickly.

"No!" She exclaimed, but she looked down at her hands, embarrassed at her outburst, "No, I would want to talk to him about it in person, y'know?"

"I understand, I'll call and tell him you want to speak in person," Tamaki got up from the bed, when Olivia put up her hands hurriedly again.

"No, don't tell him. Just...," she trailed off. Right now, she didn't want to talk to anyone. But she didn't want Tamaki being her messenger, either, "Let me tell him. Call him and I'll talk."

Tamaki frowned a little, still worried for her, "You sure, Olivia?"

Olivia wiped away some stray tears, before she nodded, "Yeah, I'm sure."

Tamaki was still unconvinced, but he quickly left the room to retrieve his cell phone. When he returned, he was already on the phone with Kyoya.

"Yes, she wants to talk to you. ...No, I don't think she's angry. ...Yes, she's a little upset, however. ...I know, Kyoya... Alright, she's right here. Bye, Kyoya." After Tamaki said goodbye, he handed the phone off to Olivia. Tamaki then turned around to leave the room and give the two some privacy.

At first, Olivia didn't know what to say. Kyoya didn't know what to say either. The two sat in silence for a few beats until Olivia heard a shaky breath on the other line, "Olivia? Are you alright?"

Olivia exhaled, just realizing that she was holding her breath. She felt relieved, because she heard genuine concern in Kyoya's voice. She replied quietly, "Yes, I'm fine."

"I don't believe you," Kyoya shot back. His heart ached to hear the sadness so obvious in her voice.

Kyoya had been full of anxiety ever since he watched Tamaki and Olivia walk away down the hall earlier that evening. Despite his cold and heartless outer shell, Kyoya has a kinder side, and he only lets a few people see it. The side that would never want to make anyone feel the way Olivia was feeling.

Olivia laughed a little, almost forcefully, "No, really. I'm fine... I'm just... confused, y'know?" She murmured, trying to find the correct words to say.

"I understand. I'm confused as well," Kyoya admitted. They were both silent for a few more moments, "I'm sorry." Kyoya said breathily. He was dying to say those words to her, "Really, I'm so, so sorry, Olivia."

When he apologized, she heard a distinct crack in his voice, and she knew instantly that he had been crying also. Olivia felt her heart constrict.

"It's okay," she lied, "...But I want to talk more in person, okay? Like, after school tomorrow. By the music room," she suggested.

"Yes, that seems acceptable," Kyoya could hear her breathing heavily, trying not to cry.

"See you tomorrow. Bye, Kyoya."

"Good night, Olivia. Sleep well."

After they hung up, Olivia walked the phone back to Tamaki. She padded down the hallway, knocking on Tamaki's door, "Come in,"

Olivia opened the door cautiously, "Here's your phone back, Tamaki," she sat the phone on his bed.

"Are you alright, Olivia?" Tamaki asked, concern showing in his voice.

"Yeah, I'll be fine," Olivia turned around and slightly smiled, holding back more tears threatening to fall down her cheeks, "Good night, Tamaki," she said sorrowfully.

Tamaki noticed the tears in her eyes, and met her sad smile, trying to cheer her up a little, He replied, "Good night, Olivia."

The entire next day was visibly awkward between the two. They were trying their hardest not to make eye contact. Instead of eating lunch with Tamaki, Olivia skipped lunch and stayed in the classroom doing various assignments. Both Olivia and Kyoya were dreading talking to each other. They spent the majority of the day just trying to forget the other's existence.

The time was ticking by, faster than either of them wanted it to. Every time the hour bell rang, Olivia's stomach twisted and Kyoya's heart raced, dreading the inevitable moment when the bell would ring again, signalling the end of the day, and the beginning of their confrontation.

That time did eventually come. The bell rang and Olivia jumped up from her seat ready to find Kyoya and just get it over with. Kyoya and Tamaki watched Olivia dart out of their classroom. Unlike Olivia, Kyoya was taking all the time in the world to get to their place to meet. Kyoya falsely deluded himself into thinking that if he walked as slowly as possible to the doors of the third music room, that maybe time would stop and he wouldn't have to speak to her at all.

A few minutes later, Olivia came to the entrance of Music Room Three. She stood by the large doors and listened to some music, awkwardly trying to pass the few agonizing minutes before Kyoya arrived.

Olivia had waited while each host arrived at the club, greeting her in their own fashion.

"Hey Olivia," The twins said in unison, waving to her as they walked past, "Aren't you coming in?"

Olivia shook her head, "No, I'm not, I'm waiting for someone," she said, desperately hoping they wouldn't ask who.

Luckily, they didn't. They shrugged and entered the room. As the door closed behind them, Olivia gave a sigh of relief.

She waited through the slew of girls rushing to get inside to see their host of choice. She had a few dirty looks from some of Tamaki's customers, but she ignored them by taking her music up a few notches and closing her eyes, drowning them out.

About five minutes later, Olivia was beginning to believe that Kyoya had blown her off. What if he had lied about feeling bad, had skipped the meeting and snuck into the room without her knowing? What if this was all just a huge elaborate plot Kyoya had to be mean? Olivia believed that it was plausible, as Kyoya was that smart, as well as that cruel.

She was too caught up in her own paranoia that she didn't even notice the dark haired boy walking solemnly down the hallway. Kyoya had to clear his throat twice to get her attention.

This caused Olivia to jump and rip the earbuds from her ears. She looked up to see who it was, and smiled a little bit at him.

"Oh, hi, Kyoya," she said sheepishly. She began to put her phone away in her bag.

Kyoya returned her smiled half-heartedly, "I didn't mean to scare you," he said.

"No, no, it's alright. Just a little jumpy today," she assured him.

"Oh," he said simply. Olivia and Kyoya then looked at the ground or their feet or the walls around them, anywhere that wasn't the other's eyes.

"We should find somewhere private to talk," Olivia suggested. She remembered what she wanted to do earlier; just get it all over with as soon as possible. So that's what she was going to do.

Kyoya nodded in agreement, and they tried various doors until they found a vacant room. Eventually they found one, and the pair slipped into the second music room. This room was obviously used more than the third music room, and there were a few stray chairs and music stands set up in an arch around a podium. The two of them grabbed a chair for themselves and sat across from one another.

"So," Olivia said. She had no idea how to start. But it didn't matter, Kyoya took a shaky breath and started instead.

"I'm really sorry, Olivia," Kyoya began, "Really, I am,"

Olivia took note of the fact that Kyoya had been calling her by name recently. She stifled a small smile, grateful that this could be the end of her nickname.

"It's fine, Kyoya. I'm not angry. I'm just... confused, like I said earlier. I just want to know... Why?" Olivia said quietly. She looked up at Kyoya expectantly, finally working up the courage to meet his eyes. Kyoya, however, had his eyes glued to the floor.

Kyoya sighed, "I don't know. Like I told Tamaki the other day, it was a heat of the moment thing. I was just taken by your music. It felt like a stupid romantic movie, and it just felt like a good idea at the time. Does that make any sense? It sounds a little odd to me, but I just can't explain it any other way," Kyoya felt like he was rambling, so he stopped himself.

Olivia nodded, chuckling a little at Kyoya's analogy. She was trying to understand what Kyoya meant by "heat of the moment". It would explain a lot, if all of this was just all because of an impulsive decision. But, even having a reason for all of this, Olivia, didn't feel much better.

"Okay," Olivia replied, "So this wasn't just a huge prank or anything?"

Kyoya couldn't help but feel a little hurt by that comment. The fact that she thought his affection towards her was a prank to annoy her really hurt him, "Of course not. I would never do that to you, or anyone for that matter."

Olivia looked down at her feet, ashamed to ask the next question, "What do we do now? Do we pretend it never happened or what?"

"What's in the past is in the past, right?" Olivia looked up to see Kyoya slightly smiling, "Does that sound alright, Olivia?"

"Yeah, that sounds like a good idea." Olivia smiled, standing from her spot in the chair, "You should get to the club. Thanks for talking to me, Kyoya. See you Monday." Olivia spun on her heels and started walking towards the door.

Kyoya stood up from his chair with a smirk, "Goodbye, Livvy."

The two left the room with smiles on their faces, relieved to get back to their norm: peacefully hating each other's guts.

Olivia's Blog - Day 6

I've had a confusing week. A lot of stuff happened and I flipped out and its been emotionally exhausting. I'm not comfortable putting it on the internet, however. I might talk about it later when I'm laughing about it to myself, but now is not the time.

I played piano for Kyoya. It went alright, I suppose.

He hasn't stopped calling me Livvy. That moron.

Wish me luck!

~Olivia Fadley