Here's Music Room #3. I sighed, and opened another lollypop and put it in my mouth. Here goes nothing. I opened the door ever so slightly. I saw couches, sweets, tea, 7 men, and a lot of girls. Wow, are these guys spiders? Like geez! You don't need that many girls. It's probably fake, but that makes them even more of spiders. I opened the door a little more. A man with black hair, glasses, and a black book greeted me. "Hello Miss. Welcome to the Host Club."
"Uh, thanks?"
"Is this your first time here?" I simply nodded. He laughed. Oi! What's so funny, huh? He opened the door all the way. I kinda just stood there with an expressionless face. "What's your name?"
"Ayame Kagami. Yours?"
"Kyoya Otori. Pleasure to meet you."
"As to you."
"So what are you doing here?"
"I heard some girls talking about it and thought I'd come check it out." He nodded. "What's your type?"
"Huh? Type of what? Shoe brand?" Kyoya snickered at me. Oh, he meant man didn't he? Oops. I mentally facepalmed. "I meant type of boy. Do you like Boy Lolita, Strong and Silent, The Prince, The Natural, Forbidden Love, or me, Smart and Mysterious?" He was to close and I didn't like it. "You're to close." He looked surprised and backed up. He adjusted his glasses. "You're far from the usual girls that come here." I'm like no other girl you'll ever meet. I have a past unlike these people. "Everyone's different."
"That's true. So whats your type?"
"Natural." He checked his book. "You're in luck. That Host isn't seeing anyone at the moment." He marked something in the book. "Follow me."
"O-Okay." I followed Kyoya to a small table. "The Host will be here in a few seconds."
"Okay, thank you." With that Kyoya left. I twirled the lollypop in my mouth and waited for the Host. About a minute later, a boy with brown hair, and brown eyes approached me. "Hello, I'm Haruhi." I stopped twirling my lollypop. "Hey, I'm Ayame." Haruhi smiled. He sat down across from me. "What do you do I'm your free time?"
"Uh....laundry? Cleaning, cooking, working....That's about it." Haruhi looked confused. I answered honestly. What's wrong? Oh my gosh, is he a rich kid? He's probably thinking 'Ew, a commoner. Who let them in here?'. If he's thinking that I'm not coming back because screw these rich people and thinking they're better. They are no better than me, or anyone else for that matter. "So you're a commoner?"
"Yup." Here it comes. "I'm so happy." What?
"I'm a commoner to, so I know what that's like."
"You serious!? Wow, I never expected you to be a commoner. Honestly, I thought you'd be like the rich people and say something. Like 'Ew, who let this commoner in? Ugh, they're so disgusting.' But no, you're a commoner to."
"Yeah. Can you visit me every other day? I need to get away from these damn rich people every once in a while." I laughed. Fake. "Sure. I need to get away from them to." I stood up and so did Haruhi. "See ya around." He nodded, and I walked out. He seems nice and all, but something's not right with him. What is it? I racked my brain, trying to find what's wrong. That's it! He's a girl!! His eyes are to big to be boys, plus the way he acted, and his voice was almost that of a girl's. He has to be a girl. But there has to be a reason why she's pretending to be a boy, and a Host. I'll ask het another time. Right now I need to get home. I still have to unpack! With that in mind I picked up the bottom of my dress a little and ran down the hall. I turned a corner and bumped into someone and fell on my butt. "Ow..." I stood up and brushed myself off. "Sorry." I held out a hand to the boy still on the ground. "I should've watched where I was going." He took my hand and I helped him up. He just stared at me. "Uh...I gotta go. Sorry, again." I was about to leave when he grabbed my arm. "Oi!"
"You're pretty."
"Uh...thanks? Now let go." He did and I picked up the bottom of my skirt and started running again, being mindful of corners.
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I Have My Reasons
FanficEver heard of a hostess in a Host Club? Yeah, well I'd be the first. Its an Ouran High School Host Club fanfiction. Enjoy!