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Chapter One: I Shoulda Known

Haruhi P.O.V

When they pulled up in the limo, I shoulda known to run. I should've run and run and never come back. Seriousley, how was I so stupid that after all this time I didn't know that the guys in a limo could

NEVER be good.

But instead of trusting my good instinct, I was a total Baaka (A/N: A japanese term meaning stupid or idiot taught to me by my friend Marshie who takes japanese lessons) and stopped to see what they had

to say. Turns out they didn't have to say anything. They just yanked me into the limo and sped away.

"HEY!" I yelped, "What's the big idea?"

"We have a surprise Haruhi!" They said in sync while waving their fingers in that weird way they do.

"I don't want a surprise. I want to go home and prepare my speech," I said monotonely. Really I wanted to go home. My secret boyfriend was waiting for me. Everyone knows how frazzled-

"It'll only take a minute," they said.

Sighing, I relaxed against the limo seat. Then I tensed up when I remembered I was with Kaouru and Hikaouru. The fashionistas of Japan.

"This isn't... Graduation dress shopping, is it?" I asked worriedly.

They grinned matching evil grins.

"No," I shook my head seriousley.

"C'mon Haruhi!" they whined.

"Sorry guys," I said, pausing to tell the driver to take me home, "I already have a dress."

Their jaws dropped.

"I do buy clothes every so often," I said irritably.

"Since when?" Hikaouru asked, genuinely confused.

"Not when we met you in that ugly sweater vest. Sweater vest people NEVER change, Haruhi. And although we still love you, you're fashion sense isn't really..." Kaouru tried to find a non-offensive

word.

I began to twitch angrily, but held my calm face, "If you must know, Honey- Senpai and Mori picked it out."

"Pfffffffft," the twins scoffed.

"And what is that supposed to mean?" I snapped.

"Nothing," they peeped.

I realized the glare on my face must have been intimidating, so I sighed and put a smile on my face, "Thanks for the thought guys. I'll see you tomorrow."

"Fine," Kaouru pouted.

Hikaouru gave me a solemn wave as I stepped out of the limo and shut the door. They sped away, probably back to their mansion. As I climber the steps to my house, I slicked on lipstick and ran

my fingers through my short brown hair. I ran up the steps and fumbled with my key till the door opened. I dropped my bag onto the floor and ran to my room. Searching through

my dresser until I found a brown dress which I hastily threw on. Running to the kitchen, I cut up fruits and vegetables and put them in a bowl.

Feeling exhausted, I plopped down on a kitchen chair. But as soon as the doorbell rang, I sprang up and opened it.

"You look exhausted," Tamaki's warm grin greeted me.

"I am, the twins almost kidnapped me for grad shopping," I rolled my eyes.

He stepped in and I closed the door. Taking his jacket off, he folded it and set it on the table before sitting down.

Sitting on the chair opposite, I stared at him.

"What?" he reached out for my hand.

"You're always so serious here, it freaks me out sometimes," I giggled.

"AWW! Daddy's little angel is adorable!" he swooned.

"Well, it was nice while it lasted," I smiled.

"I never know how to act around you, you know that?" he shook his head.

"I don't know either. I love you anyways," I reached across the table and brushed my hand along his cheek.

He put a hand over mine and squeezed it, "I will always love you more."

"You wish," I laughed.

"Come here," he pleaded.

"Fine," I went over and sat in his lap, "When are you gonna tell them about us?"

"Umm... Never?" he asked hopefully.

"Ha ha. Come on Tamaki-Senpai!" I hit him.

"Okay, ow!" he rubbed his chest, "You always hurt my heart!"

I gave him a death squint.

"Alright alright! I'll tell them," he sighed.

"When?" I demanded.

"Before graduation," he promised.

"Seriousley?"

"Seriousley."

"You're the best," I kissed him.

"Yes, that's why I'm King," he said proudly.

Rolling my eyes I snuggled back into him.

"Can we get a lama?"

"Tamaki, no."

"But"-

"We already talked about it. No."

"We didn't really talk... You just said no."

"No, Tamaki."

Pause.

"Can we shave off our hair?"

"NO!"

"I guess you have one feminine trait. The protectiveness to the hair," he twirled a strand of my hair.

"Forget my hair! I was talking about you're gorgeous locks!" I said firmly.

He got a big goofy grin on his face.

"Don't let it go to your head."

Pause.

"Can we do grafitti on the school walls?"

"Your dad owns the school."

"Oh."

Pause.

"Tamaki?"

"Angel dearest?"

"What's with all the random questions?"

He took a deep breath, "I'm trying to work up to a bigger question. Could you get up for a second?"

I got up and he got up and I sat back down. Fearing the worst, I asked straight-forwardly.

"I love you, but I'm never playing charades with you again, okay? Not after the bubbles incident!"

He started to argue, but began laughing instead. Big, nervous gulps of laughter.

"What is it?" I asked gently.

"It's... It's..." he trailed off absently.

"What?" I repeated.

He got down on one knee and pulled out a box.

Speechless, I watched as he opened the blue velvet box to reveal a saphire ring.

"Haruhi Fujioka, will you marry me?"

So what'd you think? I'm kinda excited! It'll be funnier later, but it's mostly a fluffy romance thingy. I'm soooo relieved! My boyfriend was really sick, but he's okay now. He told me he was in hospital and I freaked out. Like, majorly. Scary scary scary!
R&R?
Xoxo,
Doom