Little ficlet I felt like writing…. Hope this satisfies your Non-Mary Sue Artemis fowl romance needs. AU so he didn't go forward 3 years. Nor did Minerva ever exist.

It was Christmas in the Fowl Manor and currently 14 year old Artemis was bored. Parties were not his thing. Especially ones with mistletoe in every single place you could put the damned plant.

Right now he was sitting in a chair by Butler, looking around in bored interest at the various guests when he saw one that make his mind stop in its tracks.

Storm Jacquelyn White.

Storm and Artemis did not get along well. They were from completely different social circles. Storm wasn't rich but wasn't poor, just a very imaginative girl. She had blue eyes and dark brown hair. She was almost as pale as Artemis. The only reason they knew each other is that Artemis's mother and Storm's mother went to college together and were old friends.

One would think, that with the amount of time spent together, that Artemis and Storm would get along better, but no. Storm was a dreamer and imagined lots of things while Artemis stuck to fact and often put down Storm's dreams when they were younger. He had even made her cry once.

Now she was standing across the room, talking to his mother while her eyes darted across the room, looking for him.

Her eyes locked with his for a split second before she looked away. He smirked to himself before regaining his composure. So, she was going to pretend that he didn't exist huh? Two could play at that game.

Artemis worked his way over to the snack table for perhaps a glass of punch, or maybe a spinach filled cheese ball. Unfortunately, he met none other then Storm herself, holding a cookie.

"Might want to watch out, calories are the last thing you need." He said voice smooth but just as bitter.

"Oh, Arty, you haven't changed a bit. Do you go around telling toddlers that Santa Claus doesn't exist? Or do you just tell little girls that they'll never be princesses?" she bitched back. Artemis grimaced.

"I do nothing of the sort. I do remember how disappointed I was when I was five and my father told me Santa didn't exist." Storm rolled her eyes.

"You would have probably just said "I knew it" and gone to play with acid or something." Her eyes were narrowed and her blue eyes were darkening.

"Come." She said quietly, backing through a hidden door. Artemis, though his instincts said he shouldn't leave Butler, followed.

Storm walk through a lot of doors before stopping. She came to a sudden stop so that Artemis almost walked into her.

"Right," she said, turning around. "I cannot stand you. You will not talk to me all evening unless forced by our clueless parents. I do not exist to you, and you to me. Is that clear?"

"Crystal. Although you seem to think I'm going to agree. You are sadly mistaken Stormy," he taunted, calling her the old childhood nickname she had always hated.

"Shut up you son of a bitch! You know I hate that!" she said to him. Artemis smirked.

"You're such an utter bitch that I can't believe I ever had the gall to fall for someone like you," he said. As soon as he said it Storm's mouth dropped open and then she got mad. Artemis was just wearing that 'Did I just say that out loud?' expression.

"I hate you!" she said to him, glaring from under her eyelashes. Artemis lost his thought for a moment but then got it back.

"I hate you even more Miss White." He said in the voice. If Storm was anyone else, she would have backed off immediately, but Storm wasn't anyone else. She didn't put up with his crap.

"You are the most arrogant, self-centered, conceited, and big-headed person in the world. How anyone can stand you-muph!" she ranted, and then broke off. Artemis, being a natural teenager for once, had pushed her up against the wall and started kissing her roughly. Why he did this was unknown, perhaps the passion that had built up between them. She grabbed the front of his shirt and pulled him closer to her, their bodies as close as humanly possible without turning into a single person.

They broke off, gasping for air.

"I still hate you."

"The feeling is mutual."

His lips pressed against hers for a second time, still as rough, but in a softer way. Storm couldn't believe what she was doing, why was she kissing him back? Artemis and Storm didn't get along very well, not even when they were children and Storm was playing with her dolls while Artemis built the Titanic out of Lego's.

Artemis was in shock at what he was doing. Artemis Fowl isn't a romantic person. He didn't date and most certainly didn't kiss girls. Especially Storm White.

They kissed each other as if the world was going to end. Storm's mouth opened to deepen the kiss and Artemis obliged. It was intense and passionate mixed with romance.

When they broke apart, both were a little flushed and Storm's lips were a little swollen. After Artemis regained his thoughts, he turned a bright crimson. He turned even more crimson when he noticed some changes occurring below the waist.

Storm was deep in thought, although her face was flushed a delicate pink strawberry.

"Um…that was…you know…" he said. Storm looked up. "Yeah, I-I know." She said, stuttering a little. She looked down then looked back up and grinned.

"You need to calm down a little. I'll tell them you were sick and I was helping you to your room." She said, turning to go back to the party.

It took Artemis a moment to realize what she meant before he blushed and headed to his room. His thoughts were swirling with the chaos of the crazy day but one thought crossed his mind.

Perfect.

This day was the best of his life.