Alright! It's Clarice and Beth's turn! The two sisters! Woohoo! Anyway, Enjoy!

DISCLAIMER: I do not own Ouran High Host Club. I do, however, claim ownership of my OC(s) and my plot.

Hi. I'm Clarice, the oldest Robertson sister. The youngest is Beth. We are community cheer leaders right now but when we reach highschool that will change. We also have no time for little underlings who aren't in the popular crowd. They have no place in our inner circle.

"Looky looky!" Beth said, rocking on her heels. I turned to see the Outcasts, as they were called, walking toward the cafe. It was Grey, Eyrie, Jeremy and Zero.

The boys were super hot, and could have been popular without even trying but they insisted on sticking with Eyrie (not that she wasn't hot; many a girl was envious of her flawless looks). People said she was nice; they also said she was just about the strangest person they had met. According to the rumors, she was always being approached by people wanting to be friends with her but she was only ever polite.

She could be popular if she wanted. I guess she's just stupid. Who wouldn't want to have all those friends? I stared at her for a minute then looked over to find Grey watching me. His big, brown eyes were intense, making me feel like a spotlight had been cast over me. I turned away quickly.

"They look happy." Beth said. I looked at her wistful expression and glared.

"We are happy. There's only four of them. How can they possibly be happy with so little?" I scoffed and dragged her over to our table. All the girls there were pretty, like us, and in trendy clothes, like us. The boys were handsome and as fit as a middle schooler could get. They were our people.

"Where were you guys?" Georgia asked, sneering. "Whatever. Did you see what she was wearing today?" Georgia Leer's favorite topic was Eyrie Omorfie. No one knew why but I figure that, at some point, they had a fight. The entire table joined in to trash talk about her then moved on to other people. Beth and I sat there, occasionally forced to join in.

"Excuse me." A rich voice said from over my shoulder. It was thick, delicious, and undeniably Eyrie's. "I have to borrow your friends."

Before anyone could say anything, a long-fingered hand gripped my arm, then Beth's, dragging us away.

"Wait! What-" I yanked my arm away, only to see that we were already a good ways away from the cafe.

"I heard that you two are pretty decent singers?" Eyrie said casually.

Like she didn't just kidnap us. I fumed. Before I could say anything Beth started chattering.

"Oh well I'm alright but Clary is the best! She used to sing all the time! You sing too right? In your band?"

Eyrie gave a sly half-smile and looked at us through lazy, half-opened lids.

Why is it that every expression this girl wears is seductive?! I wanted to tear my hair out.

"Yes I do. Are you a fan of Boarding School Riot?" Eyrie purred, leaning forward. Beth looked excited.

"We'll I'm sort of a closet fan-"

"What do you want?" I snapped, finally regaining my vocal functions. Eyrie raised a brow and gave an amused smile.

"What I want is for you and your sister to be part of our band. We need different voices."

Beth's eyes filled with sparkles and visions of a glamorous stage life. I scoffed. "Please. Join a band with the Outcasts? That would be social suicide. Our friends would never speak to us again."

"Then they don't sound like very good friends." Eyrie said simply. "Do you really think they're your real friends? That they will always have your back? And 'The Outcasts'? Do you even realize that we're only outcasts from your group? If we split apart, others would welcome us. If your group split apart...who do you think would even look at you?"

My heart dropped to my toes and Beth looked at me with concern. Eyrie's expression didn't hold any malice; nor did it hold compassion. Suddenly she sighed.

"Look, I get that being popular has been important to you for a while now but wouldn't you rather have a few friends that last a lifetime or a lot of friends who last a minute? I can promise you that my friends would stick with you."

I was still in shock and Beth was wearing a sad expression. Eyrie smiled kindly at us and walked away, patting us both on the head.

"We're home!" I shouted into the two-story, five bedroom house. As usual there was no answer and Beth and I went to do our schoolwork.

Our mom was the town therapist and our dad was a health inspector at City Hall. Usually they worked late into the night and left early in the morning, leaving no time for interaction with us. It had been this way since Beth and I were in elementary school. Now we knew how to cook and clean for ourselves; we practically lived alone.

I guess when our parents clocked out of our lives is about the time I became obsessed with popularity. Beth didn't really care, she liked when it was just the two of us. I forced her along with me as I started climbing the social ranks, not caring who I hurt. I had to feel wanted. I had to surround myself with people. I guess I thought that being popular meant having a lot of friends. I hadn't thought of how long those friends would last until our conversation with Eyrie.

"Clary?"

I looked over at my door to see Beth standing there, looking forlorn.

"What's with the long face?" I plastered a smile on and led her over to the edge of my bed. As soon as she sat down, she burst into silent tears. "Hey hey hey! What's going on?"

"I wanna have real friends." She refused to look at me. "Like the ones Eyrie was talking about. I don't want to listen to Georgia talk bad about people, I don't wanna have to act mean so that they like me, and I wanna see you act like yourself in public."

Her small body shook as she cried harder and harder. I pulled her close and tried to sooth her, not agreeing with her, not disagreeing.

"How about we talk tomorrow?" I said brightly. "Everything will look better once you've had a little sleep!"

She looked at me sadly then left the room with a sigh. We didn't talk again until the next day.

"Hurry up Clarice! God, you are so slow!" Lucy and Georgia walked briskly to the lunch line. Beth was already waiting, saving a spot for them. "Oh good. Your sister is here. Just like we told her to."

My face went red with anger. Never in my life have I wanted to hit someone so badly before. Beth went pink when they congratulated her like a dog.

"Alright-" I started but before I could finish, a thick, sultry voice washed over us.

"Hey there Beth. Clarice. These two giving you trouble?"

I turned to see Grey and Eyrie standing there, hands in pockets, leaning on an invisible wall, and staring at us with half-opened eyes. The afternoon light made them look like dark angels as it cast a glow on them in their black T-shirts .

"No! Not that it would be any of your business anyway!" Lucy snapped haughtily. "Clarice. Beth. Care to explain why she is talking to you?"

I looked back to her and Georgia to find them both tapping their feet and raising their brows.

"That isn't any of your business." Eyrie was suddenly very close to Lucy's face, staring at her with her a lazy half-smile. Lucy turned red and scrambled away. Eyrie rolled her eyes. "You two. Have you thought of your answer to my offer?"

I looked at Beth and she looked at me, then Lucy, then Eyrie. Her eyes filled with tears. Before I could move, Eyrie slipped an arm around her shoulders and looked at her with a furrowed brow.

"Hey. It's ok. You don't have to answer right away."

Beth smiled through her sniffling. "Oh no! It isn't that. It's just...I don't want my sister to hate me."

I stared at her in shock. Eyrie looked at me, studying my face.

"Ya know I think that as long as it makes you happy, she could never hate you." Eyrie said, voice soothing my nerves like an expensive cream. She raised a brow at me. I looked at her then my sister and smiled.

"I doubt my voice will ever sound as good as yours; singing or talking. But you offered so I think you'll have to put up with us."

Eyrie smiled hugely and pulled me in so that she could hug me and Beth at the same time. Grey gave me a shy smile, turning red.

"Um excuse us!" We turned to see Lucy standing there indignantly. Georgia was texting something on her phone. "What just happened?"

"Clarice are you seriously going to join those outcasts?" Georgia asked in distaste, finally getting with the conversation. I glared at them but before I could say anything I could regret Eyrie got in Georgia's face.

"You are the outcast." She said softly. She turned to Lucy and grabbed a strand of her hair. "Milady you could keep better company than this peasant. You waste your beauty, hanging around this poisonous maiden."

Eyrie gave her a sincere smile then let go of Lucy's hair to place a hand on her heart. Lucy's eyes were wide and her mouth hung opened slightly. Her cheeks held a rosy blush and she smiled genuinely.

"Oh wow. I-I've never been called beautiful by anyone but my parents. Georgia always said I was average." Her eyes sparkled and she stood a little straighter. Georgia gaped at her and glared at Eyrie, not knowing what to do.

"I never." Eyrie placed a hand to her cheek and looked stricken, like she couldn't believe it. We could practically see the confidence building in Lucy. She turned to Georgia.

"She was right! You are the outcast. You put everyone down so that you can feel better about yourself. It isn't fair! I don't have to put up with you as a friend! No one deserves something like that!"

Eyrie gently led us away while Lucy flounced off, leaving Georgia to stand alone in stunned silence.

"Thank you." Beth said as Eyrie plopped us down at a table with Jeremy and Zero. They smiled.

"Don't thank me. It wasn't my idea." Eyrie flicked her chin at Grey. "He asked me for a favor."

She turned away to tell the other boys what happened. I turned to the boy on my left.

"Um-" we said in unison. We laughed nervously.

"You go first." He said. His voice soothed like Eyrie's but in a different way. While hers was thick and creamy, leaving you lethargic, his was coarse and manly, making you feel protected. I shivered slightly.

"You're both the same." I said with a smile. He gave me a confused look. "Your voices. They're the same."

He laughed and looked at his cousin, who was introducing Beth to the other boys. "Sorry. I'm not laughing at you. I was just picturing Ire with my voice."

I smiled and shook my head. "No that isn't what I meant. Every time Eyrie talks, her voice kinda washes over you and makes you feel calm. Like warm syrup only not sweet. Yours is how I picture a protective bear would sound."

I laughed as he eyed me skeptically, then smiled, letting me know that he understood what I meant. "So you think Ire's voice is that great huh?"

I cocked my head slightly. "It's pretty amazing. The first time I heard it, it was like it washed away all the problems. Pouring over my mind and just let me see what was in front of me."

We smiled at each other.

"Oh by the way! Why did you think to save us from those sharks?" I suddenly remembered what I had originally planned to talk to him about. He looked away and turned red in the face. He rubbed the back of his neck.

"You didn't belong there." He muttered. Upon seeing my confused expression, he sighed heavily. "You were always more kind and gentle than them. I just thought that you needed a chance to break free."

My eyes filled with tears and I leaned over to peck him on the cheek. His face turned an even darker shade of red and he looked surprised. I felt like, even if my parents didn't come home again, at least these people had promised to be our friends. I was free.

"Thank you."

Just as an interesting little tidbit, I was writing these little beginning and end pieces last, I'm really tired, and you guys almost had the privilege of reading 'I own my OC(s) and my toothpaste.' ;-; wow. alright well review please! Thanks for reading!