Sorry for the... FU-TTOCKS. I SAID FUTTOCKS. THAT IS A WORD. Sorry for the three month wait! Don't kill me! I know where I'm going with this! I also drew Angel, but I couldn't upload the picture... ;-;

Anyways~ Have fun with the long and explain-y chappie! (WHY ISN'T EXPLAIN-Y A WORD?!)

3rd POV.

The next day, the entirety of the Host Club showed up at 30 Atlantic Avenue, all to see how Angel was feeling. Each member of the Host Club either knocked or rang the doorbell: Kyoya knocked, Mori knocked, Honey stood on his tippie-toes to reach the doorbell, the twins did the 'doo-doo-doo doo-doo' 'doo doo' knock, Tamaki repeatedly poked the doorbell, and Haruhi rang the doorbell like a normal person.

A minute after the entire door-fiasco ended, Chelsey came to the door. Her light-brown hair was pulled back into a messy bun and she was wearing a light-blue and black-striped t-shirt, light-washed jean shorts and aquamarine Converse high tops. "So you must be the Host Club. My name is Chelsey Wallace. Angel doesn't know you're here, does she?" Chelsey smirked cheekily, her hazel eyes glittering.

"Um, no… she doesn't." Tamaki twiddled his fingers. "I hope that's not a problem…" he muttered. Chelsey burst out laughing.

"Not at all, kiddo. She's been holed up in her room all since yesterday, and hasn't come out. She'd probably be thrilled to see you, although she isn't all dolled up like she usually is. Come on in." Chelsey opened the door wider and the Hosts entered the house.

They took in the high ceilings, black and white tiled floor, the shiny elevator in the corner, the table by the window adjacent to the fridge, the center island with a computer next to a bowl of fruit on top of a stack of papers. Haruhi looked amazed, she had never been in a house quite like this. The others were looking around with various levels of interest; Tamaki looking at all of the 'commoner' devices, Honey on Mori's shoulders eying a book on the marble countertop, the twins stealing away said book and reading parts of it, and Kyoya found an old photo album. "Miss Wallace? Who are these people?" He asked, pointing at a slightly charred picture of a man, woman, and young girl.

The three were standing under a sakura tree, the petals falling around them. The man had shiny blond hair and freckles, cheerful green eyes, and a cheeky smile; his hand on the little girl's head. He was wearing jeans and a purple t-shirt, as well as a pair of red Converse. The little girl was wearing a daisy crown placed on her smooth brown hair, a pale-pink lacy dress, and matching Mary-Janes. She was doing a peace sign, and her bright aqua eyes glittered with happiness. The woman had brown hair as well, pulled into a braid, her blue eyes sparkled with hope, a gentle smile graced her lips. She was wearing a light-blue sundress and a white sunhat with a navy bow flopping its ends off of the rim of the hat.

Chelsey looked at the picture sadly. "The man is," she paused. "was, Finley Parker. The woman… was Mia Parker." Chelsey stopped. "They were Angel's parents." She spoke after a brief moment of silence.

"That must mean…" Tamaki started.

"That has to be Angel-chan." Honey finished. Chelsey nodded. "She looks so happy in that picture. Right, Takashi?"

"Mhm." Mori grunted. The other Hosts gathered around the album, all wanting a glimpse of Angel as a child with her parents.

"Speaking of Angel, which way is her room?" Kaoru asked hurriedly.

"Upstairs, the door with the 'Sorry, we're closed' sign hanging from a piece of pink gimp. Angel was always making something-or-others that did various things." Chelsey answered, pointing at the staircase to the left. "She's probably sleeping…"

Kaoru nodded a thanks and half-rushed up the stairs, Tamaki and Honey close behind. The others meandered after them, only Kyoya stayed behind. "Pardon me, Miss Wallace, but I understand you signed Angel up for sessions with a child psychologist. May I ask why?" He asked, pushing up his glasses.

"Angel keeps thinking about the fire that killed her parents. She thinks it's her fault, she was right there when her fireplace went out of control, when Finley told her to jump out the window. The last thing she heard her parents say was, 'No matter what happens, we will always love you.' Once she opened up to me, she told me that she had put too much wood on the fire. That was when the fire grew out of control." Chelsey sighed. "I feel that Angel should tell the rest, as it is not my story to tell."

"I understand completely, Miss Wallace. If you'll excuse me, I believe I should stop Tamaki from doing anything too loudly." Kyoya nodded and headed up the stairs.

Meanwhile, Angel was fast asleep, completely unaware of her surprise visitors. A light knock on her door made her groan. "Fi' mo' mintsss…." (Translation: Five more minutes.) She shivered and pulled her blankets around her. The door opened slightly and quite a few heads popped into the doorway; a pair of ginger twins, a flamboyant blond, and an adorable blond.

"I'll go in first, and I'll let you know when you can come in. Okay?" Kaoru whispered, looking to the other three Hosts. They reluctantly nodded, and Kaoru opened the door just enough so he could enter Angel's room. He sat in a chair that was next to the bed and Angel subconsciously latched onto his hand.

"Papa, je me sens pas bien…" Angel mumbled, pulling Kaoru's hand closer to her cheek. Tamaki's jaw dropped, Hikaru's eyes widened, and Honey watched the two with a goofy smile. Kaoru stroked Angel's hair softly, oblivious to the reactions of the others. Angel suddenly sneezed and shot straight up, awake albeit quite out-of-it. "Kaoru? Wha're yew doing… 'ere?"(Translation: Kaoru? What're you doing here?) She slurred, looking at the 'good' twin with dull eyes.

"We came to see how you were feeling. You can come in now." Kaoru answered before turning to the door, where all of the other Hosts had gathered.

"Angel-chan! How are you feeling?" Honey asked, standing next to Kaoru.

"Do yew wan the honesss trruf?" (Translation: Do you want the honest truth?) Angel mumbled, her words blending together as if she had a mouthful of marshmallow fluff.

"Sugarcoating it only makes it worse." Kyoya answered, pushing up his glasses. The other Hosts nodded in agreement.

"Ah feeeelll li' deaffff… Mah 'ead hursss, ah can' breavvve frou mah dose… mah en'ire body hursss, i's tooo ho' an' tooo col' in ere…." (Translation: I feel like death. My head hurts, I can't breathe through my nose… my entire body hurts, it's too hot and too cold in here….) Angel groaned, burying her face into her sweat-covered pillow. "An' mah froa' hurssss…" (Translation: And my throat hurts…) She coughed into her pillow, her entire body shaking. The brunette curled in on herself, shivering all the while.

"It appears that you have caught a cold, nothing too serious, you should be fine in a couple of days." Kyoya explained, pushing up his glasses yet again.

"Mmmm." Angel nodded before turning to Kaoru, a dazed look in her eye. "Yew look purdy. (Translation: You look pretty.)" She giggled, weakly latching onto Kaoru's wrist. "Ah laaaahk yew."

I like you.

SORRY NOT SORRY. I AM A TROLL. Anyways, I don't go back to school for another 12 days or so, but I have an eye infection. In BOTH eyes. JUST MY LUCK. I might start a bunch of new stuff on here, like a Yu-Gi-Oh crossover, that DGM fanfic I talked about on my profile, a KHR one-shot, DBZ fanfic, etc...

DOES ANYONE EVEN READ THESE.

WE HAVE 5067 READS AND NOT EVEN A REVIEW TOTAL OF 1%. YOU PEOPLE ARE FAILING ME.

/me goes to Tamaki's emo corner and grows mushrooms.