No Kissing, You Two
Hey this is my first story I'm publishing don't hate its like the next book (and last) of the Artemis Fowl series. :)
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Artemis Fowl the second was looking at his bed, which had the outfit his mother bought him, with...jeans. And a t-shirt. The very thought of it made Artemis bite his tongue. What mother wants...he tried to convince himself. He slipped on the t-shirt and felt the loose stitching and cheap thread itch against his skin.
He put on his jeans, baggy. Artemis knew putting a belt on would ruin the normal teenage boy look his mother so desperately wanted him to have, but he also didn't need Foaly and Holly snickering at him if they got a big look at his boxers, or trying to pull them up. Christmas was tomorrow, and Artemis decided that waring these clothes would be a good small present, but not all of it.
Artemis looked in the mirror, and combed his hair, looking at his eyes, one hazel, one a cold blue. While the hazel had been warm but wary on Holly, it was cold, calculating, distrustful on him. One, two, three, four, five, Artemis thought, with each stroke of the comb. He brushed it ten times, a strong, sturdy number.
The Atlantis complex had taken hold of him, and now and then he had to excuse himself to the bathroom to just get a grip on reality. Fours sometimes danced around his brain when he blinked, and it was getting harder to sleep.
"Artemis! Simple-toon!" Beckett waddled through Artemis' door. Myles was dragging his toy monkey with him, excusing himself of his 's'periments'. Myles plopped on the floor and giggled up at Artemis.
"More simple-toon than usual, I see." A voice said, it was Holly, wearing her hair that brushed her shoulder up in a ponytail. Her neutrino on her side, she looked up at me with a warmness in her eyes. Artemis smiled at her.
"Hello, Holly, what a surprise." Fivefivefive. Artemis mentally kicked himself.
"Hey, Artemis, drop the five thing." Holly warned. Artemis nodded, and walked out of his room, taking all the people with him.
"Please, don't comment on my shirt." He said, walking down the stairs. Holly laughed anyways.
"But, it's so...fifteen year old boy." She chuckled. Artemis sighed.
"Sixteen, Holly, please remember that. Sixteen. In two days. Sixteen year old boys do not wear shirts that say RANDOMOSITY on the front." Artemis fought. They made it downstairs where Artemis's mother hugged both of them good morning.
"Artemis! You're wearing the shirt!" His mother beamed up at him. Artemis grimaced/smiled.
"Oh, moth...mom, when is the time for our dinner date?" Artemis asked. His mother laughed.
"Artemis, you do realize it's twelve in the afternoon, right? Well, anyways, in five hours, you two, run along, just no kissing." She teased. Artemis's cheeks turned red and Holly laughed at the thought.
"No worries there, Mrs. Fowl. Say hi to Mr. Fowl for me, okay? We'll leave you to your...well, whatever you do." Holly said brightly. Artemis allowed Holly to drag him out the door.
They walked out back into the gardens, and when nobody could see them, Holly reached her arms up and hugged him tightly, pressing her small body to his tall one. Five foot eight, he bragged about.
Artemis got down on his knees, to her height and lifted her on the bench next to them so she was at least a bit more taller.
"I missed you." Artemis said, hugging her back. They pulled away and an image of the kiss flashed across Artemis's mind. No, he thought, think about it later. Holly smiled up at him and ruffled his hair.
"What do you want to do, tall boy?" Holly teased playfully. Artemis smirked.
"It really helps when you are taller than three foot ten." Artemis walked on, letting Holly follow.