So, Me no own, Eoin Colfer own. You understand good now?
OK,WHOELSEFEELSWEIRD?
"Hello, everyone!" Missy called as she, once again, walked into her patient's room. "So, who else feels weird? Hmm? No volunteers?" She looked around as if she were gazing over a large crowd, even getting on her tip-toes as if to see into the back. "OK, fine, you won't admit it but you're all cringing on the inside too."
She said this even though she knew they weren't answering because they weren't feeling strange, (though you could never tell with Butler), but because of the clothes she was wearing. Gone was her chef's shirt, flared jeans and small-heeled boots to be replaced with a mid-thigh, low-cut white dress, a spaghetti strap holding up the left side while a tank-top sleeve was slung over the right shoulder. If you looked closer, through her now loosely curled hair, you could tell the spaghetti strap was her bra strap. Her boots had a slightly larger heel and a charm anklet displaying random things that must've made up her interests, (a book, a first-aid kit, a guitar, a piano, a violin, a pen, a microphone, a wolf's head, a crescent moon, a dagger, a snake, and a fang), hung around her right boot.
Her nurse's hat was gone, revealing silver hair strands, just a few every twenty strands or so. Instead of a hat a purple lily hair clip with a slight spread of silver and purple glitter decorated her hair, pulling the right side slightly behind her ear. A small amethyst on a white-gold chain hung from her neck and white-gold circles hung from her ear lobes. (+My mom says most of this stuff wouldn't be allowed at a hospital but let's just pretend she's too important to yell at, like Harry Potter's too valuable to expel if that analogy helps+)
"You like my hair? Just had it done," the nurse asked, enjoying the slightly dazed look she was getting from the other child genius. When no one answered she carried on. "Sorry about my dress. My usual uniform got cranberry juice spilled all over it, so I had to wear this, then figured 'might as well,' and dressed up. Like it?" She noticed everyone staring at her bra strap. "I can throw on a jacket if you're uncomfortable," Missy offered.
"No!" Oops. Everyone turned to Artemis. "What I mean to say is, it's fine, really." He glared around the room at the residents, all too aware they were holding in laughs. All except for Missy who broke into a beaming smile and began her usual check-up.
"Now, moving on from Artemis's cute blush and my apparent hottness-" Juliet giggled once again- "your order has been fixed and your leg will be here tomorrow," Missy informed the family. "Soon it shall be, good-bye hospital, hello manor I'm sure you have. That's right, I saw the Bentley."
She continued her check-up with her standard questions, 'Any pain?', 'Unexplained illness?' and began to head for the door.
"One more thing," she said, turning around. "On the last day for the patient, not counting the day they leave, doctors like visitors to leave early. Not sure why. (+I made up that rule+) Mr. Fowl will be ready to leave at around 8 AM tomorrow, you can pick him up then. Sorry, but those are the rules." She flashed a sympathetic smile. "Now, my shift is over early today since it's my dad's birthday so I guess I'll be heading out with you. Takes more muscles to frown than to smile, Mrs. Fowl. Stop pouting." Angeline shot a glare at a smirking Juliet. "Off to my locker!" Missy called as she exited the room, hips swaying slightly more than necessary.
"Snap out of it, Arty," Juliet told the young genius, trying not to giggle.
"Snap out of what, precisely?" Artemis asked testily. "I did nothing, you said that for the sake of saying it."
Now, while that may have been true, (as far as anyone else saw), Juliet wasn't going to admit it, so, with an exaggerated pout, the blonde beauty stomped out of the room. Angeline watched her go with barely restrained rolling eyes.
She turned around to tell her son they should head to the car before the purple-eyed nurse could catch up to them, (not that she was going to use that wording), only to find that her son had escaped. Thinking he had gone to the Bentley, (not wanting to think of anything else he could be doing), she began walking toward the exit knowing that whatever her son was doing, he was safe with Butler.
WHAT ARE WE DOING AND WHY WAS I DUMB ENOUGH TO FOLLOW YOU?
"Missy?" Said girl turned around. She'd changed out of her "nurse's uniform" and into a faded blue jean skirt that went to mid-thigh and a soft shaded purple spaghetti-strap shirt. Her jewelry stayed the same, her hair piece was gone, having pulled her hair into a messy ponytail, and her boots had been replaced with white Grecian styled sandals.
"Yeah, Arty?" she asked with a teasing smile. "Wha'cha need?"
"Well..." Artemis stammered. "I was just wondering..."
WHERE WAS BUTLER IN ALL THIS?
As Artemis tried to do whatever it was he was trying to do, Butler was hidden somewhere. I'd tell you where if I was able to see him to tell you. But he was there. And trying very hard not to laugh. He would have failed if he hadn't been trained properly. As it was, he was just barely holding in his chuckles. And that was really sad for Artemis.
Eventually the giant's principal walked out of the room looking very smug while repeatedly glancing at his right hand. He headed down the hall to the exit to the parking lot where he knew his mother would be waiting.
When he reached the car and climbed inside he almost climbed right back out when he came face-to-face with an angry Angeline Fowl and an amused Juliet Butler. "Alright, what is it?" Artemis asked when he finally became fed-up with the constant staring. Seriously, they never blinked the entire time they glared/smiled at him.
"What took you so long?" the two women asked at the same time, one angry, the other giggling, again. Butler, who had long ago done his bomb check under the car, began driving to the ancient manor.
"You shall never know." OK, so they would know eventually, but they didn't have to know at that moment.
Angeline looked like she was either going pout or scream so she looked away to glare at the defenseless trees of the country side. Juliet, on the other hand, looked as if the wanted to shake the young genius until he told her what she wanted to know, but one threatening look from her brother made her stop, pout, and join the Fowl wife in glaring at the poor trees.
Artemis smirked and looked down at his hand. He grinned as he reread what was scribbled there.
Missy Stone - 555-9713
Free Thur. 7-10
Sat. all day
Call Me With The Details!
What a great day it was.
YOU'RE EITHER SAYING 'FINALLY!' OR 'WHY THE HELL'D YOU RUSH IT?'
Yes, I kinda rushed it, no I don't really give a damn. Deal with it.
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