Hey guys! I'm here with a 4th if July Special XD. This isn't going to affect the story, because it doesn't happen in the story. Scince the winner of the poll right now, that only three people have noted for *cough cough nudge nudge* (Thank you people who have voted and commented XD) is Kaoru, so here's a Karou one shot! Enjoy and Happy Fourth of July guys!! I hope you fireworks are bright and big!
P.S- Do you hear that? It's the sound of my heart exploding. The details on this story now read 1.01 k views, 89 votes, and 60 comments. HOLY CRAP ^U^ I just want to thank you guys for everything. You guys are awesome blossom! Thank you for taking the time to read, vote, and/or vote for this story, I really appreciate it! Thank you!
----------------------------------It was a regular day in the host club. Well I say regular day, but everyone's been acting really weird. Weirder than usual I mean. They keep nudging Kaoru and looking in my directions. I've checked myself over to make sure I didn't have any food inbetween my teeth or something, but I didn't. It was quite weird.....
We weren't displaying, just wearing patriotic clothes since today was July 4th. We should have just closed Host Club in my opinion. I was wearing a dress. Yay dresses. When Tamaki announced the end of the Host club I sighed in relief and jumped into the nearest couch. I heard someone clear their throat so I turned around to see Kaoru. The room seemed oddly clear of anybody else, but a glance at the kitchen in the back showed the Host club peaking through the crack of the door. What's going on?
"So-uh-Meagan," Karou said rubbing the back of his neck and looking away from me. His face was bright red and I frowned I quickly stood up and pressed my hand against his forehead.
"Hey, are you okay? You look a little sick," I asked him concerned. He grabbed my hand from his forehead. I expected him to drop it, but he just kept it in his hand, drawing patterns on the back sold my hand, causing my face to turn into a tomato abd I had to look away.
"Yeah...I'm fine. Listen I was wondering if you....*mumble mumble mumble*," he said dropping ny hand and looking away. I turned my head to see he was just staring at a wall. Was the wall that attractive? I leaned closer to his face to try and hear him better.
"What did you say? I can't hear you?," I asked him. His eyes darted to me before he saw I was closer than before his face got even redder and he turned away again.
"mumble mumble mumble," Is what I heard. I got even closer, having to stand on my tipetoes and practically hand my lips a few inches from his ear.
"Can you speak a little louder please?," I asked him. He frowned and I started to get worried that I had made him upset. It wasn't my fault I couldn't hear him, He should speak louder! He grabbed my shoulders and made me back away a little bit. He looked at me, and took a deep breath closing his eyes before and turning red like he was about to burst. U was about to ask him if u needle dot call him an ambulance before he finally repeated himself to where air could hear.
"Will you go to the fireworks in the park tonight as my date?," he asked before dropping his hand and looking away towards the wall again, his face practically glowing. I stared at him in surprise my face slowly growing red. I had had a crush on Karou for a while, but I never thought he would like me back. It just didn't seem like a possibility. I opened my mouth but I couldn't manage any words.
"Forget it. This was a stupid idea anyway," Kaoru said before walking towards the door. I panicked and threw my hand out and grabbing his forearm. He turned around and I threw my arms around him, burying my face into his chest to hide my red face. He hesitantly wrapped his arms around me, his arm were long so even after his arms crossed he grab his elbows.
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Meagan? { An Ouran Host Club FanFic}
FanfictionWho is Meagan? Meagan is your average teenage girl who somehow manages to get into Ouran High School. No, not the public school the private one. Before you ask, no she is not exceptionally smart. She is not talented in writing, cooking, or singing...