Yet another OHSHC fic. You know what really annoys me? How there are barely ANY well written OHSHC stories out there.

IT'S SO ANNOYING!

Oh, and I'm co-writing another story with my friend, MaddieInWonderland, so check out her profile and sterf. She's awesome.

This story has nothing to do with Ouran Academy in Japan. It takes place in America. Just saying.

Disclaimer: If I owned OHSHC, Kaoru would be real and would be my boyfriend. Sadly, I don't and he's not.

Boy Bands? Not Really My Type.

Where: Some strange concert area in New York, America

When: Sadly, my 16th birthday.

Who: Scarlett Reynolds, now 16.

"Aspen, why are we here?" I groaned, staring at the crowd of screaming girls in front of me. My friend, Aspen Stein, had taken me to a 'surprise' concert for my 16th birthday present.

"For your birthday, duh?" Aspen stood on her tip-toes, trying to see over the crowd. I squeezed my arms to my sides as thousands of girls pushed past me to get that wonderful, eardrum-blowing-out spot at the very front before the stage. I hate crowds. HATE them. I swear there's a phobia listed for it….

Aspen kept trying to see over the crowd while I thought of the word. Arachnophobia? No…that's spiders….aibohpphobia? No, that's the fear of words spelled the same backwards and forwards….umm…

"Scar? Scarlett? SCARLETT!"

I snapped my fingers. "It's Demophobia!"

Aspen looked at me like I was crazy. "What is?"

"Fear of crowds."

"Not interesting. You really need to learn how to keep a conversation going, Scar. Seriously." I sighed. Aspen couldn't take a hint for her life. My blonde friend was about as blonde as they get. And I knew some pretty DUMB blondes.

"Anyways, what were you saying?" I glanced at her as I scanned the crowd for an exit.

"I'm just asking if you knew what band we're going to see."

"Don't know, don't care."

"Good. Wait, what?" Aspen glanced at me.

I loved her, but really?

The good thing was that I was saved from answering by an extremely loud noise. Sadly, this loud noise had been made by Tamaki Suoh. The lead vocalist and keyboard player for the band.

The Hosts.

Every time one of them appeared onstage, every person around me screamed. I decided to make a list in my mind determining which 'Host' won for most screams based on a scale of 1 to 10.

Tamaki: mm….9? 9.5?

Kyoya: Definitely an 8.

Honey: Wow. He gets a 10.

Mori: Really? Poor Mori. Only a 6.

Hikaru and Kaoru: Yikes…I might have to expand my list….I'd say 20….

WINNER: Hikaru and Kaoru.

I sighed. The world really has begun to end when a pair of twincest-obsessed gingers get more screams than an adorable blonde boy.

I could see Haruhi, the band's manager standing behind the curtain. I knew she had a good head on her shoulders. At least the creepy gingers had someone watching them.

Aspen turned to me, smiling. "Isn't this a great present, Scar? I know how much you love them!"

I didn't even try to mention that actually, it wasn't a great present because, in fact, I loathe the Hosts.

They're just a bunch of prissy hot guys who decided to learn instruments. I bet they didn't let their food touch on a plate.

I sighed again. Looking at Aspen, I put on a fake smile. "This is great, Aspen, but I'm gonna go to the bathroom, okay?"

"Sure. Fine. I don't care. Just have fun! It's your birthday, after all!"

I really didn't need to be reminded of that. I forced myself through the crowd, mentally telling myself to Just keep swimming, just keep swimming….

What? Finding Nemo has some great ways to overcome fears and stuff.

I burst through the crowd, finally making it to the now-abandoned hallway that everyone had come though. Pushing open the nearest door I could find, I ran in, and shut the door. Flipping on a switch, I saw that it was a practice room. Abandoned amps and guitars sat in a corner. On the other side was a keyboard.

"This works." I said, smiling, and plugging my iPod into the keyboard. I turned it to the playlist labeled 'Dance' and clicked on the first song. It was a song from the movie Up.

I sighed. "Hard to dance to, but I'll try."

Thank goodness I was wearing jeggings, not actual skinny jeans. Slipping off my black Uggs and pulling off my jacket, I stood in the middle of the room, facing the wall of mirrors in only my dark tank-top and jeggings. The song began.

I danced around the room to it, switching from style to style. First ballet, the jazz, throw in some poppin', and back to ballet. Stuff like this helped me keep my skill up, considering I was one of the best dancers at a famous studio in downtown New York. I had my own personal studio below my apartment, one that they had reserved for me to use. This one wasn't as good as the one I had, but it worked for the time being.

I went through four more songs, then finally stopped, not even sweating. I tugged my boots back on and threw on my jacket. Grabbing my iPod, I shut off the lights and pulled open the door to find someone waiting for me who wasn't Aspen.

"Hello."

"Hi." I gazed coolly into the eyes of Kyoya Ootori, one of the members of the Hosts.

"You're an amazing dancer, did you know that?"

I scoffed. "No. I didn't. That's why I'm practicing. Sorry I used your room, but I'm leaving now. Bye."

I turned around to walk away from him, only to have him grab my wrist.

"You know, I'm sure the band would be really honored if you could teach us some choreography."

I twisted around to see his glasses almost falling off his face, a black notebook tucked underneath one arm. Without thinking, I pushed them back up, and his eyes went wide. I smirked.

"Thanks, but no thanks. I don't like boy bands." With that, I wrenched my wrist out of his grip and ran off, not caring whether Aspen knew I was leaving or not.

Screw this place. I'm never going to another concert again.