Merry Christmas, TamakiHaruhi got dressed quickly, knowing that the way Tamaki was, he'd be at her door and in the house at exactly eight on the very dot. Haruhi smirked gently. She was pretty proud of her gift that she got Tamaki. It took her weeks to figure out just what to get him but she finally came up with something. She knew he'd love it. They we're going out to dinner and then walk through down town. It was light up for Christmas in Boston and many more people celebrated it here than in Japan. Haruhi finished doing her self up and looked at the clock. 7:59. It changed and the doorbell rang.More Like This
Tamaki bounced outside of Haruhi's door. He was excited for there date, there first Christmas together as a couple. He grinned like a fool and ran the doorbell again. The door opened and Tamaki stopped cold. Haruhi, his Haruhi, was in a shortish lacy dress. Something she swore she'd never wore, at least by not being forced.She had heels on and curled her hair, which was know past her ears. He couldn't believe it.