Disclaimer: A lot of the chapters in this story are written in the first person, but they are NOT from my point of view, nor am I in any way the person narrating at those points. Those chapters are told from the point of view of an OC.
The Fowl Love
Chapter one
"Artemis Honey. We have guests coming today. Could you please wear something a little more casual? They'll be staying a few days." Angeline Fowl peered around the door to see her son with his eyes glued to the computer screen. She sighed, "Arty, please?"
Artemis finished off what he was doing and turned off his computer. He rubbed his eyes and turned to face his mother. "Yes, moth…Mum."
Angeline smiled and said, "A light blue shirt; don't button it up the whole way. Maybe some Armani loafers? Just don't overdo it, okay?" she left.
Artemis rubbed his temples. He could swear his mother was inviting more and more guests nowadays. When he'd asked, she had said that they needed to re-establish some friendships, nothing special. But Artemis could sense a plot; he just couldn't quite put his finger on it.
Artemis got up, left his study, and made his way to his room. He took off all of his clothes, donned a towel, and went to have a shower. It was quite relaxing. The hot water was steaming down on to him, plastering his raven hair to his head. He turned the water off, got out, and reclaimed the towel. Artemis felt refreshed now, ready for anything. He pulled out of the wardrobe the garments his mother recommended, put them on and proceeded to dry his hair. When he looked in the mirror, he realised with a jolt that he was getting older, and excuse his unintended lack of modesty, a more handsome boy. It would only be a matter of time before his mother started chastising him for not finding the right girl.
There was a knock at the bedroom door which interrupted Artemis' trail of thoughts.
"Come in," Artemis called out to whoever was on the other side.
Butler opened the door, came in, and gently shut it behind him. Artemis could sense a smug air about him, and was about to inquire when Butler said, "Artemis, the guests are here. You are wanted in the Library."
Artemis nodded and gave Butler a smile. He tied his laces and quietly proceeded down the stairs. When he neared the library, he heard laughter and the sound of joy you hear when old friends are together. Artemis took a deep breath and opened the door.
"Artemis, such a long time it has been. I remember when you we're just a small baby. I see you still have your father's eyes; unless that's a hazel eye I can see? My lord, you must be spending too much time in the sun!" A big pompous man with a curly moustache strode over to Artemis and shook him warmly by the hand. "And this is my dear wife, Maria. She knew you from a long time ago too."
Artemis looked around. He saw his father, giving him the thumbs up. He also saw his mother, who was talking to someone else, a girl. She was tall and slim, with dark brown curls which reached her waist. Artemis could not help staring.
"Ah, I see you've spotted my daughter. Please, come and meet her, I'm sure you'll like her very much!" The man led Artemis to where his mother and the girl stood. "Atalanta, this is Artemis Fowl. Artemis, please, this is my lovely daughter, Atalanta."
Artemis was slightly shocked. This was a surprising turn of events. He was most definitely not expecting a girl, especially not one this stunningly pretty.
"Pleased to meet you Artemis, my father has told me much about you." Atalanta held out her hand. Artemis took it hesitantly and said, "Likewise. Although unfortunately I hardly know you. But I am sure we'll have time to catch up during your stay."
It was now the late evening and the whole family, including Butler and Juliet, we reclining in the lounge. Artemis was still overcome by Atalanta. He just couldn't help staring at her. He wasn't very good at hiding his strange liking for her.
"She's very pretty…" Butler whispered
Artemis only half registered what Butler had said, "Yes…" but then processed what Butler had told him, "Wait what?"
"Artemis, could you be any more obvious?" Butler nudged Artemis, "You look like you've never seen a girl before!"
"I am sorry old friend. She is very pretty, and I really like her for some reason. I don't understand though, this is the first time I've met her!"
"Don't worry Artemis; it is okay to feel attracted to her. Look, she seems bored. Why don't you talk to her?" Butler gestured to Atalanta. She was sitting on the settee, her long curls down, and her pretty face wearing a slightly tired expression. Artemis got up, walked over to her, and sat down next to her.
