Ouran High School Host Club 2
You stare up at the sky when no one's lookin' back at you
You wear your every last disguise
You're flyin' then you fall thr—
"….Brandon, I'm just around the corner and you know that. You don't have to call me!"
"But I already missed your voice…"
"Um, I'm gunna hang up now. See you at school tomorrow."
"Ahna, are you sure I can't walk you home?"
"I can defend myself perfectly fine," Ahna sniffed, wrapping her red scarf a bit tighter around her neck and shifting her cell phone against her ear.
"'But' nothing," Ahna cut him off. "I'm not going to up and disappear on you again, no matter what you think."
"Ah~na…it's not safe for such pretty young girls to wander the streets of New York alone…"
Ahna giggled. "Brandon!"
"It's true," came the reply.
"Well, my home's right here. Bye!"
A sigh. "Bye Ahna."
Ahna shuffled her feet in the door way of her apartment to shake off some of the cold. "Jeez," she muttered. "You just can't go to Japan for a month and a half without the person who calls themselves your boyfriend throwing a big fit…And I mean, I've been back for two months now and he still hasn't gotten over it!" She huffed. "Boys~! I'll never get them!" (But of course, she wasn't just talking about Brandon…)
In Japan, a certain host king sneezed.
REMEMBER, THIS IS THE SEQUEL TO THE EXCHANGE STUDENT FROM HECK. THIS STORY WILL MAKE NO SENSE WHAT-SO-EVER IF YOU HAVEN'T READ IT.
UNLESS YOU HONESTLY DON'T CARE.
I know, I know, not much of a prolog, but I have to set some stuff up before we get to the good stuff! Well, we'll get there soon.