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

Kyouya's Hormonal

I haven't been writing that good lately, but here's a chapter for the people who managed to stick around this long, thanks!
Now I know I promised the story would be PG-13... so here you go ya perves...
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(Kyouya's POV)

After the group of five had made their way to the Halloween carnival, I had tried to get some sleep... tried.

I couldn't sleep, try as I may. I couldn't stop thinking... Thinking of things I shouldn't be...

I got up after staring at the non-moving sealing fan for almost an hour. Peyton had said something about a hot tub right? That would help calm my nerves.

I made my way down to the pool area at around... Let's say three in the morning. Decorations and the such where everywhere. The lighting and decor around the tub made it look as though a murder scene had just occurred. It hadn't even been five minutes before more images started to pop up in my head, the same ones that kept me up at night. No not the nightmarish, macabre crap that keeps some people up, no. I'm talking about the kind of images you would imagine in a... dirty dream... Yes I've been having those, okay!

I just can't help it alright, I've barely even kissed a girl in my life, and my last kiss was Tamaki, so that wasn't helping my self pride. I have my sights set on someone now actually... but they seem to be taken at the moment.

Confused. The one word that I almost rarely use. That was the only word that could possibly even come close to explaining what my mind was. Confused, frustrated... Sexually frustrated maybe?

The images though, the images always fueled my frustration. Every time I thought about-

My thoughts where cut short when I heard the pool's entrance door open and close again. I saw Peyton walk into the hot tub area, she didn't see me yet. I dunked my head under water, not wanting her to notice me. Why you may ask, because she's the one I see in the images, in my dreams... and I hate myself for it.

I guess not my entire head was under water, because she grabbed the hair on the top of my head and pulled me out of the warm liquid.

"Oh... Hi?" was all she said to me before she slowly made her way into the tub. "So what are you doing here at this time a night?"

"Couldn't sleep."

"Why not?"

"... Nightmares?" The statement came out as more of a question. She gave me a skeptical look.

"Okay... Is something wrong, you don't look to hot?"

Yes something's wrong, I'm having perverted thoughts about you and you come in here in nothing but a two piece, "I'm fine."

"Alright, so what are your nightmares about?" she asked.

"Um... I can never remember after I wake up," smooth Kyouya, smooth. I'm pretty sure my voice just cracked.

"Seriously is everything alright, are you sick?" Peyton asked, coming closer and feeling my forehead with her hands. She cupped my face and looked directly at me, not letting me turn away. "I can see it in you eyes, something's wrong. What?" she demanded to know as she stood in front of me, out knees almost touching.

"You really want to know?" I asked, about to do something I know I shouldn't.

"Yes I want to know. We may hate each other some times, but your still my friend. And I care about my friends."

Friend. That was the one word she always said, that I hated. I don't want to be just a friend, why can't you see that?

"Fine, I'll show you!" I said slowly, my voice cracked again. Nervous. One more word to my list.

I reached forwards and grabbed her shoulders, forcing her to sit down on my lap as I pressed our lips together.

I did it. I finally kissed the girl, the one I would always fantasize and dream about, the one I've loved since the day I met her... I kissed Peyton.

(Peyton's POV)

"Fine, I'll show you!" Then he reach forwards and grabbed me by the shoulders. He was acting so out of character right now. With the cracking voice and actually willingly touching me (he never liked my hugs). I actually thought he hated me, like actually HATED me. Half the time he wouldn't even look at me.

Then when he kissed me, I froze. My eyes widened as I struggled, but he was actually pretty strong. One arm around my neck, the other eventually rapped around my waist. I just went limp. Unable to actually move, I rested my arms around his neck and waited for it to stop.

But the worst part is, after a while... I eventually kissed back.

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So... Yeah I needed an actual conflict in the story and... Yeah, this is all your gonna get.

Fuck you if you don't like it.

Next chapter will be a lot longer by the way!