YAY! THE SEQUEL TO Artemis Fowl and the People of The Sea. FINALLY Okay my peeps. Enjoy. Lurv, Froggy and Noodle.
Why is it that perfection never lasts? Why is it that love is like an object, and you can take it away? I thought I had everything until there was a she. Until there was a her. Until I met Minerva.
Minerva.
It was dark, gray and cloudy. My kind of day. Artemis and I were currently in his vast library. I had done the most idiotic thing anyone could ever do. I challenged him. He had come out of nowhere and started ranting to me that "You're welcome" was most definitely spelt, Y-O-U-apostrophe-R-E. And jokingly, I told him that it's spelt Y-O-U-R. That wasn't quite as smart a choice as it could've been. Me, being as hard-headed as I was, soon became determined to win.
Although I already knew I was wrong.
So, Artemis took me to the library to find a book of grammar and, of course, prove himself right. At that moment, I had been sitting in the red, cushy chair across from him.
"Ugh. Alright. You're right, now can you PLEASE give it up?"
Artemis looked up at me. "No. You just want me to stop informing you of a very crucial error you made, while writing in this." My orange composition book, also known as my journal, was clutched in his pale hand.
I rolled my eyes. "I told you not to read it…"
"And I'm glad I did. You spelt many words incorrectly, such as 'etiquette'."
"Show-off."
"Yes, yes I am." He smiled his smug little smile that made me want to give him a huge kiss right then, but I couldn't. Artemis doesn't kiss when he's busy proving people, usually me, incorrect.
"HA!" He cried triumphantly. "See, RIGHT here." He showed me the book.
I sighed a little. "Okay, I admit defeat. You were right, I was wrong. Happy?" I really felt the need to kiss him right that moment. Just in case I did get the chance, I licked my lips a little. Not enough to make it obvious.
"I would be, if you were pouting." Artemis said disappointedly. He also enjoyed shoving his success in peoples face.
"I would be, but I have other things on my mind." Like kissing him, for example.
"Like what?"
"Hm, I dunno." I tossed my legs from over the chair into the proper sitting position, then stood. I wrapped my arms around his neck.
"Maybe…perhaps…" And I leaned in to give him a kiss. He wrapped his arms around me and smiled slightly against my mouth. Then he proceeded to snog me senseless. It was great, better than normal.
TOO good.
That was bad. Artemis had done something and it was going to piss me off. I pulled back.
"What?" He asked nervously. His palms were sweating.
THIS WAS NOT GOOD.
"Artemis. Is there something you're not telling me?"
"What? What brought you to this, conclusion?"
"Well, you only kiss me like that when you're nervous about telling me something. And your palms are sweating." I noted.
He wrang his hand and sat in MY chair. MINE. So, I sat on him. It was logical right? It was my chair. Okay, enough babbling.
So he looked upset. I hoped I hadn't sat on his phone.
"Artemis, what is it?" I asked extremely concerned. He hadn't acted like THIS before.
"Uh, well Stephanie, you see…I…." he paused, looking like he needed to think out what to say. That was rare. "A friend of mine is coming over."
"Really now?" I asked, raising an eyebrow. "Who?"
"M...va." He mumbled.
"Sorry, who?" I asked again, catching his eyes.
"Minerva." He said louder. He averted his eyes from mine.
Oh Jesus. "…Who's Minerva? An old friend, maybe Butler's mom?" I asked laughing softly. It was more of a nervous laugh than an amused one. My heart started beating faster. Something told me who this new lady friend was and I didn't like it at all.
"No…"
"An old girlfriend?" I chuckled at that. Girlfriend, ha. As if Artemis ever…wait, but what if….No, it was nearly impossible…right?
"No, no, not old," he said. Artemis sounded like he was getting tired of my questions. He knew that I knew already. "Not new either. Well…" He appeared to look guilty.
I started to feel sick. Swallowing, my voice dropped to a softer tone as I asked, "Well what?"
Artemis finally looked at me. His eyes were darker than usual. "Not yet, anyways."
No…no, this wasn't right. At all. Not saying a word, but keeping my gaze on him (and trying not to start crying), I got off of his lap and stood up. Light raindrops started beating on the window. My heartbeat was louder and faster. In disbelief, I asked, "So…what are you trying to bring up?"
Artemis stood as well, his body an inch from mine. All I wanted was him to tell me he was joking and hug me. Kiss me. Do something…anything. I didn't want this to be happening.
"I'm trying to say that…I've—"
"Found someone else?"
"…Yes. I'm sorry, Stephanie…you still me everything to me. I promise you that, I do. But Minerva...she's something else." He ran his hand through his black, raven hair and started walking toward the library window. How cliché.
Remembering a few months back, I softly laughed. It was a depressed laugh. "I remember when you told me that I was something else." Tears started forming at the corners of my eyes, so I wiped them away before Artemis could see them.
He looked back at me. "Please, don't make this harder. I'm going to regret doing it later, if not now."
"That doesn't make it any better."
"And you don't think I realize that?" Artemis' voice started to rise.
I took note in the change of his tone. "Of course not! I just…you could've told me before, that's all! And certainly not like this." My voice rose too, against my wishes.
Artemis turned full around and glared at me. He was angry. "Then how was I supposed to tell you?! With a bouquet of flowers and a good-bye card?"
"No, but—"
"Then how?! You tell me now, Stephanie, how I was supposed to tell you that I don't love you anymore? How?"
That did it.
He didn't love me anymore. Just because of this…new girl. This, MINERVA.
After pretending to think about it, I told him flatly, "I don't know. Whatever way you told me, I would want to rot in a dark hole and die there. I know you wouldn't care anyways."
Artemis said nothing. Just stared, like I was about to stab myself through the heart in front of him. Or I had stabbed him in the heart without a second thought. Even if he had anything to say at that point, I wouldn't let him.
I turned.
I left.
I slammed the door.
I sobbed and hoped he couldn't hear me.
Ah. Love, what a wonderful thing. And it hurts to. Like hell. Noodle should know.
