The Little Helper (Ouran High School)

Visiting Day, With a Twist!

I had started making regular visits to Mr.Ootori's house for paperwork and such so I saw more of them than I wanted to. Monica was always there greeting me with the fake smile. The one that looked so much like my mother's. Thats another thing. The similarity between Monica and my mother was uncanny and I was uncomfortable. It was always as if I was being rude to my mom. Monica sensed this and and had started being a tiny bit nicer. I was wondering why..

I snapped out of my thoughts as Kyoya opened the door for me. "Thanks." I murmured. When he caught up with me he asked, "You wouldnt mind perhaps telling me whats the matter..would you?" I waved to Sadie and Venice then grabbed the folder out of my old room. Some files I had left behind. "There is absolutely nothing wrong." I assured him while I scanned to the papers. There were new ones packed in. Mr.Ootori wasnt exactly thrilled to be making any contact with us anyway. "Oh come on. Honestly I dont believe that. You're Andrea Davenport. There's always something wrong." he argued as we made our way back downstairs.

"Correction! Im Andrea Ootori." I laughed. Kyoya sighed and grasped my shoulders. "Stop it." he told me. I frowned, "What!" He looked like duh! "That whole Im okay act." he explained. I shrugged, "Everyone uses it once in a while right?" he shook his head. "Youre straying. Tell me whats wrong. And dont make me..." he glared. I gasped, "No. You wouldnt." I glared back. He nodded slowly then moved his hands down to my ribs.

"Tell me whats wrong and nobody gets hurt." he threatened. My eyes narrowed as I snapped, "Never." Then as fast as I had said that, he started tickling me. Oh come on who doesnt know that I extremely ticklish. I laughed and shrieked as he tickled me with a grin. Finally when he stopped I wiped a tear from my eye and sighed, "Okay fine." I lead him out of the door and down to the limo, "Kyoya have you ever noticed how much Monica looks like my mom?" 

Kyoya seemed confused, "Thats whats been bothering you? A mere similarity between your mother and demonic maid?" he asked. I chuckled at his way of asking, "Yup. I swear." He thought for a second then answered, "Well I suppose. I mean I cant say Ive never noticed. Maybe the hair and eyes. Oh and the long eyelashes." I nodded, "Precisely. I guess its just throwing me off." I opened the door and got in. When he was in as well we just sat in silence.

Once home I slammed the papers unto the table and sighed, "I dont want to do this work right now.." Kyoya rolled his eyes, "Its your job. Dont give my father another reason to believe youre lazy." I gasped, "He thinks Im lazy?" Kyoya sarcastically and slowly put his hand up to his mouth, "Oh no. I shouldnt have said that. Andrea is nothing but an over achiever." I smacked my teeth and rolled my eyes. "Damn right I am." I glanced once more at the papers then grinned.

"I have an idea! Kyoya, you want a bet??" I exclaimed. Kyoya frowned, "What?" I explained, "Remember when I said we had to get haircuts?" he nodded "Well then whoever gets the most work done gets to choose the other's haircut." I grinned and waited for his answer. He sighed then tucked a strand of hair behind my ear then got all close and whispered, "Bring it."

I smiled and announced, "Ready? Are you set? Go!" We ran to the folder of papers, shoving eachother out of the way. He grabbed more papers than I did and ran to his labtop. I did the same and when I got to my working space I sat, logged in and started typing away. Kyoya had an advantage because he had been doing this longer than I had, but I had faster reflexes!

Right?

I snapped out of my thoughts and typed everything, glancing at him once in a while to make sure he wasnt cheating by.... doing something!  Paper after paper I was pretty sure I was winning. On my last run I got to the folder to find it empty now. Kyoya had just finished. I held my breath as he sighed and leaned back on his chair. 

"Time to see who the winner is I guess." he smirked. I bit my lip, nervous, as I went to my computer to count how many files I had saved and stored. Kyoya counted then on his rolling chair, rolled over to me and announced, "45." I gasped then I smiled as I announced, "50."I cheered as Kyoya facepalmed then waited for me to finish. "Almost done, happy girl?" he asked.