Kay, ppl. Since things have been cleared I thought I should continue with the story. And thanks for informing me about the other Fowl drama. I am going to kill my friend (figuratively) when I get back to school. She told another friend of hers about the plans for Fowl drama, and apparently, her friend decided to write her own Fowl drama too. Putting that aside, here comes chapter 2! Oh and in my story, Arty is Catholic (like most Irish are). Nothing sacrilegious. okay.
Date: 30th June, Day 12
Incident 2: Relationships
A black Mercedes pulled up in front of Fowl Manor. The chauffer got off and opened the door, revealing a girl with blonde tresses. She stepped out in those hot pink stilettoes of hers and brushed her dress down. The chauffer took her luggage out of the boot, placing it to her. The girl took it and walked to the gate with her head held high. She pressed the doorbell and a microphone crackled to life.
"This is?"
"Minerva. Minerva Paradizo," she replied in a clear voice.
"Ah, Minerva. Wait for a moment." The gates rolled open and Minerva pulled her luggage into Fowl Manor. Butler was waiting for her outside the door. He pushed the heavy doors open for Minerva to walk in. Minerva had just taken a step in when she walked back to face Butler again.
"Could you please bring my luggage in too?" she asked with a sweet voice. Butler nodded his head. Minerva walked in, finding Artemis and Holly sitting on the sofa. Artemis was typing furiously on his laptop while Holly was teasing him about French letters.
"Hey! Minerva! You're here! I've something to tell you!" Holly said, squealing in delight. "Something we can use to blackmail Genius Boy!"
Artemis immediately jumped out of his chair and ran over, clamping Holly's mouth. "No, you are not telling her anything about that day!" She pulled Artemis's hand away from her mouth. "Yes I am, yes I am!" Holly made a face at Artemis and hopped onto the sofa so that she was about the same height as Minerva. Holly whispered something into Minerva's ear. She nodded and gave a smile.
"Artemis, I think I'll go up to the room prepared for me first," Minerva said, going up the spiral staircase. "And Holly, maybe you want to come up with me too!" she added, winking her eye at Arty before she went up the stairs, her gold tresses bouncing along with every step.
"What was that for?" Artemis muttered. The day sure wasn't going really well for him.
"So, what do you want to do about this?" Minerva asked Holly while she filed her nails delicately.
"I'm thinking, we could tell Myles about this."
"Myles?" Minerva asked, looking up from her nails.
"Yes. He's something like Artemis. He might understand what we're talking about."
Minerva nodded her head, her eyes twinkling with a hint of mischief. She filed the last of her nails and placed the nail file aside on the dressing table, before getting up. "Let's go!"
"Thank you, Butler," Artemis said politely as Butler set the dish in front of him. Myles and Beckett were sitting next to him, while Holly and Minerva sat opposite him. Butler stood aside, facing the direction of the door of the dining hall.
Artemis led a prayer before they ate. Holly joined in, too, although the fairies believed in another religion. It was a form of respect. Then they began to eat. Artemis had only ate a mouthful when Myles asked him a question.
"Arty, do you mind if I ask you a question?"
"What is it, Myles?"
"Well, what is your relationship between Holly and Miss Paradizo?"
Artemis swallowed his food before clearing his throat to answer. But Myles had already asked the second question.
"Are you in layman terms, two-timing?"
Artemis choked on his own saliva. "Myles! Where... where did you learn all these?"
"Arty, there's such a thing called the internet." Myles' held up his smartphone and placed it on the table. "Don't tell me you don't know 'bout it?" Myles smirked, knowing clearly that Artemis would not be able to answer him this time. Artemis regained his composure and opened his mouth to speak.
"Myles, you are too young for these things."
"But you aren't very old either, Arty. You're only 16!"
"Technically I am 18, Myles."
"You're in a clone. The clone is 16."
Arty resisted the urge to roll his eyes. "Okay, so do you want me to answer your question or not?"
Myles gave a little grin. "Sure Arty. I'm all ears."
"I am friends with both Miss Minerva Paradizo and Holly. As simple as that. I cannot two-time them, as I am not dating any of them. Is that clear?"
Myles leaned towards Arty, putting both hands on the table. He lowered his voice and asked," then how do you explain yesterday's incident?"
Artemis paled slightly. He knew clearly what Myles was referring to but... wasn't Myles a little too young to understand these?
"Myles, what... what are you... referring to?" Artemis croaked.
"Oh Arty, you know what I'm referring to."
The girls on the opposite side were giggling non-stop, whispering in hushed voices. Artemis knew they had something to do with this. He would settle this with them later. But for now, he was stuck in a sticky situation where he did not know how he should answer Myles' question.
"Well, this... apparently someone was giving me the wrong signals," Artemis sneered. Holly purposely avoided his gaze, suddenly interested in her food.
By now, Myles was literally bouncing up and down in his chair. "So you do admit you like Holly? Or then why would you be so willing to do it to her?"
Artemis felt the heat rise in his cheeks. He was sure he was blushing heavily. "Myles, I will... I will talk to you privately later."
Myles cocked his head slightly to the side. "Okay then." A smug smile appeared on his face as he continued eating, leaving Artemis alone.
They continued with their dinner in a awkward silence, only with the occasional giggle or whisper.
Artemis shot Holly a I'm-gonna-get-you-later glare. Holly got up from her seat and went over to Artemis'. Standing on her toes, she whispered cheekily:
"By get you later, do you mean you want to do it with me again?"
Artemis blushed.
-End of Incident 2-
How did you guys like it? Sorry for not updating for so long!