*Miriam's pov*
The next day I woke up with excitement. It was the first time in a while I had woken up like this. Tamaki was going to convince Kyouya to let them hang out with then again.
Hopefully, Tamaki's persuasiveness would get through to Kyouya. It sure had gotten to us. We were now not going back to the us. This was a miracle.
*Martina's pov*
Around four hours later, it was lunch time. Tamaki was a few tables down talking to Kyouya. I could tell they were both getting upset. Kyouya was yelling at Tamaki. "Since when do you care about filthy American girls?!"
"Since always. American girls are not filthy."
"Whatever."
"Fine."
*Tamaki's pov*
I couldn't believe him. Why did Kyouya have to be so mean. I didn't even know why I had become his friend. Why did I choose him to help me with the host club.
It wasn't all my fault. He's the one who agreed anyway. I didn't know this was going to happen.
*Kyouya's pov*
There was no way I was going to let Tamaki convince me into anything. The last time that had happened the host club was started. Look were we are now.
Nothing that good had happened that has benefited me in a great way anyway. Haruhi didn't fall in love with me. She fell in love with Tamaki. Girls had almost no interest in me because of my attitude.
*Miriam's pov*
After school Tamaki came and told us that we could stay after all. "I don't care what Kyouya said, you guys can stay."
"Ok."
"Don't worry if he harasses you, I will defend you."
"Ok."
"See you tomorrow."
"Ok. Bye."
"Bye."
