A/N: Thanks for the supportive reviews! I really appreciate it! :) Here's chapter 2!

Disclaimer: As I have previously stated, I do not own Ouran HSHC. Sad day. :(

That day was just like any other day: get up, try and stay awake, telling the clock to hurry up, and then back to the place I once called "home." I was walking down the hallways, my ridiculously heavy books in my arms, trying to find an empty room to do my homework in.

I suppose I really should explain about my parents and me: our relationship is strained, to say the least. It's like they don't even know I'm there, so why bother going home? What's there to go home to? I once had a sister who looked out for me and made me smile and practically force me to be optimistic, but that's gone now.

I miss my sister. I miss her a lot. When people find out that I had a relative who just died, they give me this look and say in this certain tone of voice: "Oh, I'm so sorry. That must be really hard for you." Well, no duh, Sherlock. And then everyone would treat me weird; they'd look at me like I was about to explode any minute. It drives me insane: makes me want to rip my hair out.

All those talks on TV about how it's better to vent then to keep your emotions bottled up inside is wrong. No one gives a crap about what you have to say.

To continue, I was walking down the hallways, trying to find an empty room. I had just given up hope and was about to just walk home when a sign by a door caught my eye:

Music Room #3, it read. I smiled: victory! I put my monstrous pile of books down on the floor and turned the doorknob. I opened the door; the lights were out, and no one was inside. I flipped on the light switch, hauled my books off the floor, and went inside, shutting the door behind me. It was a really nice room: fancy couches everywhere and stuff, but what really caught my eye was a grand piano in the left corner.

I wanted to; but I wouldn't. I came in here to do homework, not hold a recital. I plopped down on one of the couches and opened my math book. I was doing well until I felt my eyes look at the piano again. No, stop it! I'm not going to play it! Heck, I'm probably not even allowed to touch it!

After a few more minutes of arguing with myself, I stand up and make my way over there. I sit down on the bench and pluck a single key. Perfectly in tune; and all I had at home was a simple little piano that went out of tune every 3-4 weeks. What to play…?

I didn't even give it a second thought; I just started to play. I didn't know what it was; it was something that came from deep inside me and just came out of my fingers. The sound was rich and full, and I couldn't help but smile a little. Homework could wait.

I played and played that piano until the burst of inspiration was suddenly gone; I had nothing more to play. My fingers went limp and my foot came off the pedal. I sighed; I wish I could've at least written some of it down…

I cringed when I heard a sudden burst of applause from behind me. I turn my head slowly, like a robot and saw seven men standing behind me: one was the Blondie that smacked into me the other day. Two were red heads and apparently twins; except for the way their hair was parted the looked exactly the same. There was another blonde, but he was much shorter, with big brown eyes and clutching…a stuffed bunny? There was a really tall one in the back, with sooty black hair and a stoic expression. Another looked more like a girl my age with dark brown hair and brown eyes. Who I was surprised to see the most was Kyoya, of all people.

I stand up suddenly, every muscle in my back tense.

"I…I was…" I stutter, moving away from the bench. "I was…I…I…" Since when was I a stutterer?

The Tall Blonde suddenly grabbed me by my waist and swung me around. What the heck?

"THAT WAS MAGNIFICENT!" he exclaimed. I was staring to feel sick.

"Um, thanks-?" I begin. He interrupts me again:

"MAGICAL, ENCHANTING, JUST WONDERFUL!" he proclaimed, finally setting me down. I push myself away from him before I throw up. The world is spinning around in circles.

"Tamaki, let her—" Kyoya began, but he paid no attention.

"AND IT WAS SO SWEET! Were you composing that for your girlfriend?" he asked excitedly. I looked down at myself; I temporarily forgot I was a "boy."

"Um….yeah," I say, playing along. I don't swing both ways!

"YOU ARE NOW OFFICIALLY A HOST!" Tamaki yelled. I looked at all the others, who were all wearing the same expression: -_-

"Wait, what?" I said, confused. "A…host? What are you talking about?"

"Yes, a host! Entertaining the ladies with your musical talent! You shall be…THE MUSICAL TYPE!" he said, extending his forfinger in a rather dramatic fashion. Entertaining the ladies? Musical talent? Hosting? "That is, if your girlfriend is alright with that…" he said, more to himself than to me.

"Senpai…" the brown-haired one began.

"Um….I still don't know what you're talking about…" I said, emphasizing. He ignored me, still deep in thought.

"Boss—" the twins began, looking irritated. Tamaki's face lit up like in those Disney cartoons when a light bulb appears over their head.

"I play too! We shall do duets!" he proclaimed. Okay, it was official: I had to get out of here.

"Uh…thanks for the offer and all, but I really must be going!" I said, walking rather fast to the door. The ginger-headed twins blocked it, both grinning in a way that made me nervous.

"Wait a second…" one of them said. The peeked over my head and both said, at the same time: "Kyoya, what do you think?"

"I don't see why not," Kyoya's voice said from behind me. "But there's one hitch, Tamaki…a girl can't really be a host." I sighed in relief. At least someone noticed.

"She's not a girl…" Tamaki said, sounding defeated. I turn around.

"Thank you for making that clear," I say to Kyoya. He smiles. I look at Tamaki again. "It's true, dude." I said. Everyone was looking at me now. I don't like it. I stare down at my feet, my fingers tugging at my hair. No says anything for a long time.

"Well, I guess I really should be going now…" I say softly, turning around again. The twins move out of the way. I turn the doorknob and walk down the hallway without my books and homework. Oh well.

I hate boys.