This story is my first Ouran fanfic. I've had this idea running around my head for a long time and figured I might as well put it on paper/the internet. Please let me know if I should continue or just your general thoughts! I hope you like it!

Oh, I do not own any of the characters, they all belong to Bisco Hatori and Hakusensha, and I never will... But I do own the OC's and the plot! Cheers! :D

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Pitter patter

Pitter patter.

Crash. Flash.

Fiddling with the camera, the young woman waited for the opportune moment, the right lighting, shadows, and perfect- "Wait, don't move." Biting her lip the girl brought the camera up to focus and held up her hand, "3, 2,- there it is!" Cara started dancing on her toes as she perused the images she had taken.

"Cara, please we need to go." Motioning at the sky, Sam continued, "seriously just look at the weather."

"I got it! I got it!" She shouted jumping up in excitement only to land gracefully on her backside in the mud. "Okay, I get your point. I'm coming. Just start the- oh the car's already started."

"Yeah just get in the car, buttface." Her brother scowled slinking back into his seat. "If I die out here, I am going to kill you."

"Don't get your panties in such a twist, look I got the image!" Cara said handing her brother the Nikon as she sat in the driver's seat, shifted the car into drive and merged back onto the highway. "Do you like them?"

"Sure, sure- but you do realize that that is a tornado. Right?" He motioned behind him as the torrent storm threatened to get closer. Seeing the look on his sister's face he rolled his eyes, "yes the image looks great, and I got the information. Now let's go, please."

Cara laughed, "you know for a storm chaser you're a bit of a whiney butt." She paused feeling a little sorry for teasing him but realized that he would do the same if he were in her shoes.

Sam rolled his eyes not giving his sister's comment recognition. "Do you have your housing set for next semester?"

"Yes-yes, I think. There was some mention about the managers shifting my housing situation around, but-" a loud clap of thunder sounded behind them urging Cara to drive faster, "it'll be good. I might have a foreign roommate."

"Where's she from?" Sam took a bite of a cold cheeseburger before slurping his soda.

"How good is your Japanese?" Cara smiled as she tossed him a language dictionary, "you'd better brush up!"

"Dude that's awesome!" He exclaimed setting his soda down. "Wait, why'd they pair her with you?"

"Beats me, she's some hopeful law student. Her name starts with an 'H,' I think." Cara began tapping the steering wheel, "can we stop one more time? Look the lighting is perfect, and we can get great images and data to analyze."

"No! I'm hungry and need food-" motioning to the cold fast food he snapped, "and this doesn't count. It's just pure desperation."

Cara laughed at her brother's protests, "I see you point, I mean look at that food it's disgusting!" Turning up the music she sighed, "you should get some rest we've got a while before we get to Boston not to mention Cambridge." She stopped talking as she noticed that Sam was already fast asleep. Figures. She thought to herself as she turned the music down a little more and listened to the crooning voice of Julien Dore.

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Haruhi Fujioka looked over her packing list to make sure that everything was in order. Toothbrush, clothes, underwear, books, money, stationery, pink. "What the hell? That is not my handwriting." Sighing she scratched that item on the list off. "Dad, please finish your food, we need to get to the airport."

A loud crash sounded from the other room causing Haruhi to jump, "Dad, what are you doing?" Rounding the corner she was caught by surprise as Ryoji Fujioka held a fly swatter high above her face. "Woah woah, calm down fly slayer. What's going on?"

Ryoji straightened in surprise before muttering, "mosquito."

"That's all?" Haruhi raised an eyebrow before smiling. "Dad are you ready for this?"

Setting down the fly swatter Ryoji picked his daughter up in a big hug, "I'm going to miss you." Looking his daughter in the eyes, he wiped back a tear, "go get your bags. We need to hurry if we're not going to be late to the airport."

Haruhi looked at her father trying to see what he was planning. "Okay, I'll be down in just a minute." She looked over her shoulder skeptically as she exited the room.

Haruhi zipped her bags and pulled them down to the car with her father's help. "What had you in such a funk earlier?" Ryoji took her bags and placed them in the trunk before closing it and opening the door for his daughter. "You know I can open a door myself, right?" Haruhi asked as she closed the door behind her.

"I know. Just like your mother." Ryoji sighed as he got into the car. "Ready for America?"

Haruhi held up her passport and plane ticket. "Of course, this means I am one step closer to becoming a lawyer, and well my dreams," looking at her dad she smiled, "I'll come visit."

"And when you do your room will still be available, maybe with some minor corrections." He laughed thinking about how much he could improve it while she was gone. "You'll still recognize it, though." He added when he saw his daughter begin to scowl.

"It's not you, look!" She slammed her into her palm and pointed out the window, "it's the host club!"

Sure enough, they looked up to see Tamaki trying not to cry, while the rest of the club held up signs displaying: "Haruhi for Harvard," "Smartest Commoner," and "Don't Leave Us."

"Well, that's contradictory," Ryoji commented as he parked the car.

Stepping out of the car Haruhi was ready to unleash a torrent of questions that would put them in their place. Instead, she smiled, "I'm going to miss you guys."