Disclaimer: I do not own, nor am I affiliated with the Ouran High School Host Club series or its associates. This is a terrible fan-made fanfiction. My apologies to Bisco Hatori at the get-go.

Well… Here I am! You can call me Moxy, but I'm already on fanfiction elsewhere under a different name. This account is reserved for shameless self-insert stories, and other general nonsense I didn't want clogging up my main account. So if you're bothered by self-inserts, you can just shut the door on your way out. xD

One thing I don't like is Mary Sue's, so I can promise that my characters are going to have depth and flaws just like anybody else. Mary Sue's just aren't as fun, you know?

This is the first story in a potential series of fandom jumping. If you don't get it now, you'll be well aware by the last click of your mouse. Many chapters, many shenanigans, and many conflicts later, of course! Oh. And I am only using information in the show. You'll understand why in a few chapters.

My best friend and I are the inserts. Try not to gag.

Enjoy! :D

EDIT: As of January 2017, this story has been rewritten! That means this prologue through chapter twenty-two have all been revamped. Things will be different – you've been warned!

Prologue

Evie spread out her sleeping bag, already knowing this was a terrible idea. She suppressed a yawn as she reached for her lumpy pillow and orange stuffed cat plushy. Her eye caught the time on the microwave clock. It was well past ten. Though her friend insisted everything should be on the twenty-four hour clock, making it well past 22:00. Yeah, this is a terrible idea.

Mary was blabbering away next to her television set, winging a DVD case around in the air and bouncing up and down as she waited for the disc to load. Her eyes were bright – and some might say maniacal – as she obsessively went on about the show they were about to watch. In full. "The characters are the best part; I just can't get enough of these guys. They're like long-lost friends, you know? And it can get pretty weird sometimes, and Japan and stuff, but it's really good! Since each episode is about twenty-three minutes, we should be able to get through it in… um… math…"

"How many episodes are there?" Evie asked, always willing to help out.

"Twenty-six?" Mary sheepishly said, hoping her friend wasn't deterred by the obscene length of the marathon they were about to endure. She was already embarrassed enough she was introducing her friend to an anime, rambling on and on to disguise her unease. No matter how much she tried to kid herself and everyone around her, she knew she needed to just admit she liked some anime, instead of pretending to be ignorant of the subject or refusing it entirely in public.

Evie was the perfect person to confide in, so Mary needn't fear. She was calm and understanding as she took her friend's anticipation in stride. She held out her fingers like they were useful for this kind of mental math as her eyes watched the ceiling in concentration. "So… ten hours?"

"Is that bad?" Mary asked, nervous once again as the beginning credits rolled on the TV behind her.

"We can do it!" Evie claimed optimistically, throwing her arms in the air.

"Woo!" Mary cheered, doing the same before tackling her bed at a run. The Funimation logo lit up the screen, and she started to bounce on her creaky bed.

"Excited?" Evie guessed, getting comfortable on the air mattress Mary provided for her. It stayed in her room all the time just in case Evie - who practically lived at her house - needed to stay over on nights like these.

"You have no idea!" Mary complained, grabbing her stuffed monkey Melvin and squishing him tight. Her other hand was aimed at the DVD player, mashing the buttons that refused to skip the previews. "I've known about this show for years, and I'm finally going to get to talk about it with someone else! This is going to be so cool – you'll love it, I promise!"

Evie trusted her friend for the moment and propped her head up in her hands, lying on her stomach. The air mattress wobbled beneath her whenever she moved. The next preview they couldn't skip looked very strange – cartoons with over-sized eyes, under-sized skirts, and outrageous conflicts. Evie was already losing faith in Mary's promise that she'd 'love it.'

"Oh my God, I'm so excited! Oh my God, I'm so excited! Oh my God, I'm so excited!" Mary chanted, completely enveloped in the title screen. Roses and beautiful string music seemed to fill the dark bedroom. The menu came up, showing different play options. "PLAY ALL! Ah, wait! I gotta pee!"

Her friend laughed as Mary fled from the room. "You're like a Chihuahua – you get excited, and you need to pee."

"Shut up!" Mary shouted indignantly, the bathroom door slamming behind her.

Evie reached for the discarded box set, flipping it over and scanning the back. "Ouran High School Host Club…" she read aloud. The animation reminded her of one of her favorite series: Avatar: The Last Airbender, but everything looked more exaggerated and girly. She had her doubts, but maybe it would be fun. Why not, right? Evie was always up for trying something new.

She plopped the box set down as Mary re-entered the room, buzzing around like she had too much sugar. Mary took her bed at a run and tumbled into her blanket with a bounce. She hit the remote, clutching her stuffed monkey again. "Here we go!"