Kyla smiled, then moved closer.
"if its of any consequence to you, the same thing just happened to me- The 'previously mine' Minerva, told me she was braking up with me… because she had met some guy- Harry I believe his name was, said he was famous for some scar. She then proceeded to tell me ' money isn't everything, but fame sure is!' I mean, how utterly ludicrous." Said Artemis, in a semi comforting tone.
They sat together for some time. Then Kyla yawned.
"Oh gosh! I'm sorry, what kind of a Host am I? Leaving my guest to stay up all night. Please, take my bed- I will sleep in my second room." if someone who knew Artemis walked into the room right now- they would believe he had been switched with a clone, as most people would never hear such kind, selflessness from Artemis. That night, Artemis offered her his pyjamas-, as all she has to sleep in was her evening gown.
'mm, she even looks good in those baggy pyjamas- how odd.' Artemis thought to him self, massaging his temples- trying to get the image out of his head. Early in the morning- Kyla awoke, and left. She called her father to come and collect her from the front door of Fowl Manor. And she left in Artemis's pyjamas, without realising it- of corse. When Artemis went up to his room all he found was her dress- that lay on the floor forgotten, and a note on his bed, the note read
"Sorry to trouble you with my problems, thankyou for the hospitality. You can contact me on the number below to retrieve you pyjamas.
84427194"
Artemis looked at her dress- it was beautifully made. It was dark purple satin, with many patterns made from small crystals all over it. He pocketed the note.
And there he was. Reading and re-reading the note, and the number. Her number. Artemis picked up the phone, dare he call Kyla? Dare he call a girl? He decided to- I mean,he was only calling her so that he could retrieve his pyjamas, and to give her back her dress. He dialled the number, taking great care not to push the wrong buttons. When the phone started to ring, he felt his palms begin to sweat, his knees felt weak and he hung up. He was confused (not that he would admit it) how could this girl do this to him. He massaged his temples
'Darn hormones, my next experiment will be to make a hormone controlling device.' Thought Artemis. Thinking of asking Butler for one of his romance novels, just so he could see exactly how to identify this 'love' thing from Stupid. Bloody. Hormones. He picked up the phone again. Slowly he dialled the number. The phone begun to ring, and he fought the urge to slam it down again.
" Hello?" came her voice, sounding to him like heaven calling to him.