Everyone knows about Haruhi Fujioka, the Host Club's newest member... But there's a few things that the all-to clever members just haven't seemed to pick up on. Michi Jikkan is a first-year student in class 1-A. Quite like Haruhi, who happens to be her best friend, she dresses like a boy, and sometimes even acts like one. She meets up with Haruhi and the Host Club, her secret having yet to be revealed. As they all believe she's actually a male, they don't pay any mind to the constant flirting going on between Haruhi and Michi, save for the shouts of anguish from Tamaki. So, naturally, Michi does what she does best; concealing her secret and Haruhi's with a bat of her eyelashes, a princely smile and just a cute phrase, "Sorry, Senpai!~" ((HaruhiXOC, GirlxGirl fluff, c: )) #2 in the #haruhifujioka tag as of 05/09/18

She was bawling in pain with every stroke she does on those piano keys. Her shoulders were shuddering, her voice was trembling as she sang those lyrics with great torture. I was ambivalent of what really was happening? I was lost but one thing's for sure that the melody was a play of lament. I can't bare the sight, her haunting voice seems screaming in agony. It is shattering me to pieces. The next thing I knew was my hands are already cupping her soft cheeks. There was a flush of anguish suppressed by questions in those teary vulnerable orbs and I took that moment to feel her pink swollen lips. The taste was enigmatic! The hesitation in those lips were drowned out as I feel it passionately responding to mine. I close my eyes to feel more. Damn it was cosmic, I wrapped my arms around her sultry neck, pulling her closer, deepening the kiss and she let's out a quiet moan. She pulled herself away from me. Confusion was all over those sad eyes. I pulled her to feel her lips once again. I don't know her, but I'm all willing to break myself just to bind her. I don't know her, but I'm all willing to tear myself apart just to watch the pain melt in her emerald eyes...

"Keep love in your heart. A life without it is like a sunless garden when the flowers are dead." - Oscar Wilde ///\\\ "Winter Alexander. Blonde hair, blue eyes, suspiciously extroverted, and somehow friends with everyone. It was in my very nature to despise her with all I had in me. I didn't dislike her because I was jealous. That's not even close. The main reason I hated her was because of the undeniable fakeness her persona projects. I mean, there's no way she's actually friends with nearly the entire school. I would go insane if I had that many friends, and so would any normal human being. Also, her near-white blonde hair cannot be natural. Not to mention her eyes. They're so bright and blue that they rivaled Nash Grier's. Those had to be contacts (along with the previously mentioned trash can's, but that's beside the point)." ///\\\ Winter Alexander, a friend to everyone, is head over heels for Jade Summers, a bitch to everyone (there's no point in lying). Luckily Winter likes the challenge, and she has ever since freshman year. With a life that only spirals downward, a question is posed: Will Jade open up? [Co-writing with my friend Dani]

She was just an average girl going through the motions of high school. when a chance to win her crush's heart would she leap at the opportunity or fall.

My body began to curl itself into a ball and sounds of pain helplessly escaped from my throat. The startled animal sounds began to project from my body as it continued to go into shut down mode. It's like the walls have begun to collapse and all of the rubble is falling on top of me and only me. I can hear people screaming and shouting, but for some reason, I feel like I am the only one who can hear them. They are screaming for me to leave, to just run away. They are all so scared of this catastrophic earthquake. Because everything that they know is falling apart. - Book 1 in "Born to Die" series #236 in Teen Fiction

''What about you? What is your type a girl?'' I ask teasingly, she turns her eyes to the floor and bites down on her lip. Enough about me, it's her turn to talk. ''Umm...'' she is thinking, hiding her gaze from me. She adds some seasoning to the food and stirs. She takes some time thinking about it. Her cheeks flush slightly and she looks adorable. I didn't think she would be embarrassed to talk about thing like that. ''Well, she should be funny and adorable, have a light laugh, the kind that makes me laugh, too. I'd like a girl that I could just sit on a couch with and do nothing.'' She looks at me her green eyes locked on mine. She seems thoughtful and everything she said was so sweet. She must have thought about it before. I smile sweetly and a smile grosses her face, too.

"Oh my darling, when you smile, it is like a song" - "Obviously," She started. There was a nervous shake in her voice that made me tilt my head in her hands. "Obviously you don't understand the agreement." She repeated after quickly composing herself. I rolled my eyes, but let her continue. "Where you go, I go. Where I go, you go." She told me sternly. Her thumbs grazed my cheeks and heat rose on my skin where she touched. I couldn't tell if this was just Sophia being caring or if she was maybe feeling more. My brain told me that this was all a friendly gesture, but my body and it's stupid hormones were telling me that it was something more. And your brain can never really overcome true instincts. I moved closer towards her, shrinking the already limited space between us. This time it was Sophia's turn to blush which only made my smile grow larger. All I could think about was her lips meeting mine. (a new and improved skmw xx)