As I walk to the twins' front porch, a scowl is glued onto my face. This is so stupid. I hesitate before knocking on the ornate door. I could leave right now, this very instant. Make up some illness. It's not like they'd find out. I groan, rationalizing with myself. It's only one night, and Tamaki-senpai would probably believed me if I said I was sick. I shudder, imagining him running over to my house with a bowl of hot soup and practically every doctor he could find.

My head drops in shame as I tap on the Hitachiins' door. After the second knock, it flings wide open and I'm greeted with incoherent screaming and a hug.

"Senpai, get off of me before I kill you."

Tamaki immediately lets go, dismayed. He hides behind Kyoya like a child. I stare at Kyoya, then give him an annoyed look.

"I can't believe you're okay with this, Kyoya-senpai. Don't you have better things to do tonight?"

The twins put their arms around me and grin. "Oh, come on, Haruhi. Who doesn't love a sleepover?" They pull me into the giant house with a tight grip so I can't run away.

This is going to be a living hell.

When we reach the living room, I find that I'm the last to arrive. Mori and Honey are sitting on a plush couch, dressed casually. I sit down on the adjacent couch and place my overnight bag on my lap. The others settle for a spot on the floor.

"Haru-chan, what took you so long?" Honey says, concerned. "We almost thought you weren't going to come!"

I sigh. "You try convincing my dad to let me crash at a party with only guys." Tamaki grows pale at the sound of my dad. I let out a small laugh and say, "When I told him that Kyoya-senpai would be here, he let me go. He's the only one that my dad trusts, I think."

Kaoru clears his throat. "Well, what do you guys want to do now? Everyone's here."

"Actually, do you guys have a bathroom I can use? These jeans are really uncomfortable, and I don't plan on wearing them the whole night, so I'll just change now."

Hikaru points to a door absently. I mutter a thank you, grab my bag, then walk down the hall.

When I come out, everyone's staring at me.

Tamaki's face turns bright red. "You look like you're naked under there, Haruhi! You're in a room full of boys, so you have to be modest!"

"Oh, grow up. It's just a big shirt. Don't worry, I have shorts on. See?" I lift up the worn t-shirt and reveal my spandex shorts underneath.

The twins groan. "Nice going, boss. It was better when we didn't know, for mystery's sake."

"Alright, you two. Is there any real reason as to why we've been dragged down here, or is it just you can have an excuse to fantasize over what Haruhi wears?" Kyoya interrupts. He pushes his glasses up his nose impatiently. Leave it to him for some reasoning.

"Well, Hikaru and I thought it would be fun if we all spent the night together. I doubt you guys had any plans considering you're here now. Who knows? It might actually be a good time."

Suddenly, Honey waves a hand in the air. "I know, let's play a game! Does anyone know anything fun? Hika-chan, Kao-chan, let's play a game."

Tamaki's eyes widen in excitement. "Let's play a commoner's game!"

Everyone looks at me. Oh, great. I instantly turn to Kyoya for help (he is the most rational of the group, at least), and thankfully, he steps in. "I'd rather not. Haruhi and I can stay back and watch you all."

That did not sit well with Tamaki. His face turns sullen and he runs to Kyoya's feet. "Oh, Kyoya, please! Pretty please! Just imagine, the Host Club indulging in simple commoners' play. It'll be so much fun." When Kyoya shakes his head no, Tamaki pouts and blinks sadly.

Please, Kyoya, don't do it. Don't fall for the puppy eyes. For the love of God, do not fall for Tamaki's crap.

"Fine. Just get off of me."

The blond host cheers, alongside Honey and the twins. Mori, as expressionless as usual, claps half-halfheartedly.

I glare at Kyoya, about to complain, but he leans over and whispers, "It couldn't be helped. You know how much the king likes his games. Might I remind you of your lofty debt to the club, if that offers more motivation."

Taken aback- and scared out of my mind by the menacing face he's giving me- I say quickly, "Let's play truth or dare, everyone. Come on, it's easy."

"It's simple, really," I explain. Everyone's sitting on the carpet in a circle, eager to play. "Self-explanatory, to be frank. You just spin this bottle, and whoever it lands on has to either say a truth or do a dare. No chickening out, either. That's it. Everyone understand?" I'm focusing this question more towards Tamaki, who we all know can be easily confused.

They all say yes, so I place the plastic bottle in the middle of the circle. I give it a good spin, and we all wait anxiously for it to stop.