Why? (An Ouran Highschool Host Club FanFic) (??? X OC)

Kyouya, I'll kill you

(Peyton's POV)

I'm a bored, hormonal, teenage girl, don't even try to question the freaking chapters.

Just be happy and read them.

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I kissed him...

I fucking KISSED him...

And then he kissed me back...

It was kind of awkward to be honest, given that I had to stand on my toes a little to reach him (I am only about an inch taller than Haruhi). He also didn't seem to really know what he was doing, but I tried to guide him as much as I could. Then he caught on.

Hikaru turned his head, trying to deepen the kiss. I didn't know if it was going too far, but I took my chance anyways and licked his bottom lip, but he didn't understand the request. With my hand already weaved throughout his hair, it was easy for me to get a grip on it and pull a little. He let out a squeak of pain, opening his mouth. And I licked his lips again, hoping he'd get the idea. Surprisingly, his tongue was the first one to find it's was into my mouth. I didn't even try to fight for dominance, I just liked the feeling.

After a while, when he realized that his hands should have been on my hips, my tongue started to fight back. He eventually gave out the smallest little moan I've ever heard, but then he pulled away.

"I'm so sorry... I just... I don't know what I was thinking," he stuttered. He was acting really shy, I was obviously his first kiss. To bad he wasn't mine.

"It's cool," I said as I saw him blow, and pop, a bubble, then realized something, I no longer had gum in my mouth. I only have one word for that: hot. I noticed something else too; the door was wide open. Everyone just stared at us, all dumbfounded. They caught us both in full on make out. We practically jumped away from each other because we were still holding one anther.

"I'm going to bed," I said blankly, walking to the basement. I don't even think the rest of the house knew that there was a basement!

The downstairs part of the house was like my version of a man cave. Fully stocked bar, pool table, foosball table, mini fridge filled with whatever, and a sixty something inch flat screen television. It took me forever to save up for all of this junk, but it was totally worth it. The best part was the band room though. Three guitars, two bases, a drum set, and two mikes, along with soundproof walls for my several loud amps. I remember when it was the bands old practice room, good times!

Haruhi and I where supposed to share a couch, but there was an extra couch down stairs that I didn't tell them about. Haruhi was already unconscious and sprawled out on the couch anyways, so I didn't want to disturb her sleep.

Before I crashed on the couch, I went to the bathroom to look at my stitches. They where actually almost healed already, all I had to do was take the stitching out and wait a day or so. I took a scissors and started to unthread the stitches. The wounds were closed up for the most part, a few scabs, but nothing that major. I didn't really feel that tired, so I turned of a random movie, and watched that till I practically passed out on the couch.

I woke up at around five in the morning. Unable to go back to sleep, I went upstairs and started to make breakfast. Just a simple pancakes and bacon, I think I made almost thirty of each by the time I was done. At around seven or so, people started to wake up. At eight everyone was up, ready, and fed. Everyone except Kyouya.

"Hey guys, where's Kyouya? I saved him a plate," I told the group.

"He's still asleep," Tamaki said.