#…# - Means thought
Disclaimer: I don't own Artimis Fowl. Crack L .
A/N: I wrote this in school last month, but I never came around to typing it. Thank you Sanan for the inspiration.
Artimis Fowl: A "Touching" story.
Juliet: You Done Yet?
Artimis: No.
Little While Later…
Juliet: Now?
Artimis: No, in a sec.
Little While Later
Juliet: Now?
Artimis: NO.
Little While Later
Juliet: Now?
Artimis: NOT YET!
Little While Later
Juliet: Now?
Artimis: Piss Off!
Juliet: Wassamatter? Having trouble down under?
Artimis: NO!
Juliet: Then get the hells out of the bathroom!
Butler: What's the matter?
Juliet: Artimis is constipated.
Artimis: I am not constipated!
Juliet: So what the frek is taking so damn long?
Artimis: sigh I guess you'll find out sooner or later.
Arty came out with his cell phone at hand; he had been talking for a while now.
Juliet: You've been talking to Holly smug smile
Artimis: Nope…Bob.
Juliet: O.o Faint
(A/N: The next chapter will come along as soon as I figure out a plot, a location, what Bob is going to be like, if Bob is rich or not and how to write Bob without turning Bob into a Mary-sue.)