Ouran Love Story

Chapter 4 - Dancing never ends well for me ...

Chapter 4 – Dancing never ends well for me …

(Sasami’s P.O.V)

                About a week had passed since the piano incident, but I still hadn’t worked up the courage to perform in front of our clients. The guys were great about it, no one pushed me to play, but I could tell they really wanted me to do it.

                Despite that little setback, I found myself becoming really close with the twins. Selling the best friend bit was becoming easier and easier every day, and of course I was keeping up my end of the bet the three of us had made.

                “I really hate this,” I complained to Haruhi, tugging on my red and black plaid mini-skirt. I was wearing a black t-shirt with red, graphic cat wearing headphones on my chest. Across my stomach in big red letters the shirt read, “Rules were meant to be broken.” I also had on black combat boots and red and black, chunky headphones around my neck, but the thing that was annoying me most was that this was the first time in a while that I had worn a shirt like this. Normally my shirts were loose, but today, my shirt showed of just how tiny my waist actually was.

                “Looking good, Sasami,” Hikaru praised as I yanked a brush through my hair. We were all clustered in the club room, waiting to open the doors. I had several clients today, but so far, they were all girls. It was kind of weird, but whatever.

                “You don’t look so bad yourself,” I said, smiling at him. The boys and Haruhi were all dressed up in tux’s in preparation for the big ball they were having. I was still working out a way to avoid going.

                “Mi-chan, what are you going to do with your hair?” Honey asked, tugging on my skirt to get my attention.

                “I wasn’t really going to do anything with it,” I said, glancing at me long hair. I hadn’t really had time to put it up, so it was just spilling everywhere.

                “I think your hair is really pretty like that,” he said with an adorable smile. “But I thought you hated having your hair like that!”

                “I do,” I admitted sheepishly. “It drives me insane letting fall every which way.”

                “If it bothers you, please do something with it,” Kyouya said, pushing his glasses up. “Our rates seem to go up when you’re in a better mood.”

                “Sasami, come here,” Mori commanded, sitting on the couch.

                “What is it, Mori-senpai?” I asked curiously, standing in front of him. He didn’t say anything, he just reached out, took my brush and motioned for me to kneel. I did as he commanded and held still as he expertly divided my hair and used the ponytail holders I always had on my wrist to pull my long hair into low ponytails right below my ears. When he was done, I stood up and arranged the pigtails so that my hair was in front of me.

                “Wow, that looks really cute!” Kaoru exclaimed, walking around me in a circle and holding his chin.

                “Hold on a second. Mori-senpai, how did you know how to do that?” Hikaru asked suspiciously.

                “When Honey-senpai was my bodyguard, Mori-senpai used to help me with my hair,” I replied absently. I was too busy watching Tamaki come out of the changing rooms to pay attention to the twins.

                “OH SASAMI!” he yelled, pulling me into yet another hug. “I can’t believe how adorable you look!”

                “Senpai, let go!” I screamed, trying to prize him off of me.  Normally, I could have thrown someone his size out the window, but Tamaki had a death grip on me.