Hi peoples! Okay so this is an experiment to see how I do with the entering key like someone suggested. I'm not used to it so bear with me please.
Disclaimer: I OWN NOTHING! Well maybe the plot and the bo…I said nothing!
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Foaly saw it every time they looked at one another. Every time they said one another's name. Every Time. He decided to say something about it to Holly.
"Holy, how do you feel about Artemis?"
She'd stopped what she was doing and started yelling at him, "HOW DO I FEEL ABOUT ARTEMIS FOWL? ARE YOU CRAZY? HAS YOUR MIND FINALLY GONE TO MUSH? ARTEMIS FOWL IS A SELF CENTERED JERK OF A MUD BOY! HE IS… IS… IS…"
She'd ran out of things he was. She had a couple of things but she couldn't tell Foaly. She thought he was cute, and smart and everything she wanted from a guy but Foaly couldn't know.
"Ok then." Foaly said holding in a smile.
Foaly saw it every time she said his name even when she was yelling at him about it. He decided maybe Artemis would tell him. He was right. Artemis had not been home but Foaly had found something in hi library. Juliet had been fine with showing it to Foaly and Foaly was grateful. It had been Artemis's journal.
"She perfect and I think I like her a lot." Foaly read from the book. He smiled. Perfect.
Foaly knew it by the way Holly looked when he read the book and y the way she said she had to go.
"Take this." He'd said as he threw her an iris cam so he could watch.
She threw them back.
Holly flew to Artemis's window. He wasn't there. She flew to his study's window. She saw him in the study sleeping on his desk. She decided to come back the next morning. She almost left till she heard Artemis say her name. She looked into the window and saw him smiling.
Foaly knew. He knew by the way they looked at each other and the way thy said one another's name. Foaly knew it. Foal was right. He was always right.
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Did you like? Hate? Just R&R. Flames excepted. It's not my best story anyway.
Izzy (My muse): I hope not.
Me: What's that supposed to mean?
Izzy: Nothing (Whistles and looks at ceiling.)
Me: Grrrrr.