We've all get secrets. You've got them too.
The more you look into them, the less there is truth.
We lie to protect, we lie to destroy.
Most times when we lie, it's all just a ploy.
Welcome to the Ouran High School Host Club! Please buckle your se...
One of the first stupid and idiotic things I was dragged into doing, aside from becoming a Hostess. Kyoya, wanting to expand the host business to be more inclusive, which I was all for, especially since the ladies at Ouran were gorgeous and fun to talk to, but so were the boys.
Back back to the beach - It felt just a filler episode, with some minor subplot that would be resolved by the end of the first season. To cliché for my liking. Tamaki giggled, holding (Or should I say, dragging?) Haruhi's hand, and six other bags in his other, as he skipped to an open sandy area. "Haruhi~" he smiled. "Watch Daddy set this tent up!"
I let out a chuckle. The twins came beside me, both with sunscreen warrior lines on their cheeks. "The commoner beaches-"
"-are full of people." They observed.
"Yes, it's not like a privately owned beach where only select families can have access to it."
I shook my head, before arriving at the tent - or lack thereof. Tamaki looked to me for help, seeing as he had gotten himself into the mess. He didn't want to look useless in front of Haruhi.
I let my face turn into a smile, before pinching the bridge of my nose. I pulled my braided hair back and smiled. "Tamaki, perhaps you should test the water. I'll fix the tent with Mori-Senpai and Honey-Senpai."
Tamaki's eyes filled with tears, before latching onto me and rubbing his cheek against my own, "YOU ARE A SAINT! AN ANGEL!"
Hah, you're too kind. I'm not even close to being an angel. If anything, I'm a liar. I shut my eyes.
Tamaki turned, "hey, Haruhi-" we looked to see the twins already changed and Haruhi lifted above them. "Water. Bathing suit. Perverted twins." Tamaki mumbled, tearing up.
"Go get em." I latte his back. He nodded and jumped into action, pumping a random water gun that had appeared. "Kuma-chan... SPRAY!" Ultimately, he shot Haruhi in the face, sending her sprawling into the water.
I turned to Kyoya, who had started instructing Honey and Mori in fixing the tent.
"Here I can help too-" I went to pick up one of the tent pieces, but my wrist cramped. Shoot, my arm was still in pain from my Father's actions. I hesitated, drawing my hand back to my chest, messaging my forearm in pain.
This might be more serious than I originally anticipated. What am I going to do? Will it heal on its own? I doubt I could get it checked out without my father knowing.
When it has passed, I continued on as if nothing happened, completely unaware that Kyoya had witnessed the whole thing.
When it was set up, I sat down beside Mori, pulling off the white cover-up dress. "Agh it's a beautiful day for a beach episode- I mean vacation."
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"Kyoya, can you help me with my sunscreen?" I asked.
