(A/N the * mean Artemis' thought, the @ mean LJ's thought that Artemis
either hears or she tells him, and I am righting shorter chapters so I can
post more often)
Disclaimer; You know the drill; I don't own Arty, Angeline, Butler, Juliet, there Eions. But (Grabs LJ, Erin, Chickadee and lil' ArtyKins) They are mine! Mine, mine, mine, mine, mine!!
Chapter one, Greetings, Fowl
~Fowl manor Driveway~
"Artemis, I have to run out for a bit, but I'll be back in.hmmmm. like maybe an hour. Are you sure you'll be okay, Artemis? " Butler asked as his young charge.
"Butler, I'm not a complete idiot. Don't worry, if the house burns down, I'll blame it on Marcy." He said sarcastically. Butler just laughed. Marcy was the dog that lived more than six miles away. "Besides, I'm almost sixteen and a half."
"OK, he said.but you know my number should anything go wrong. Don't hesitate to call." he said.
"Yes, Butler." He said.
Artemis grabbed the mail and an apple as he headed up to his room. Before he looked through the mail he changed out of his St. Barbtlys blazer and into a polo tee and jeans. He had caught himself doing that more and more lately. Ever since he had found those mirrored contact lenses in his eyes he had been more casual, he had spent more time in the garden, had been horseback riding, and had found a newfound interest in girls. (A/N; the way I figure it, he is more content because of the faeries, yet, he doesn't remember the faeries, so he has nothing useful to plot about.)Next week summer was over and he was going to St. Casseria with girls, and although he was slightly terrified, about having to speak to girls... Then he got out his laptop and checked his email. One. From Artykins119, it said "Are you coming to the airport? Don't respond." *The Airport?* New email. Same person. "Yes silly, to pick me up." *Huh?* This time she IM him.
Artykins119: Call Butler and tell him you want to go. Hurry! *What's up with that?* @I do not talk, but one day, I realized this. power...sort of.@ *I'm going, I'm going.* @Thank you! @
Then Artemis dialed Butler and told him he wanted to go. Luckily, butler had only been driving for five minutes. So when butler got back he asked why no one had told him someone was coming to stay. The only reply he got was your mom told me not to tell you.
Disclaimer; You know the drill; I don't own Arty, Angeline, Butler, Juliet, there Eions. But (Grabs LJ, Erin, Chickadee and lil' ArtyKins) They are mine! Mine, mine, mine, mine, mine!!
Chapter one, Greetings, Fowl
~Fowl manor Driveway~
"Artemis, I have to run out for a bit, but I'll be back in.hmmmm. like maybe an hour. Are you sure you'll be okay, Artemis? " Butler asked as his young charge.
"Butler, I'm not a complete idiot. Don't worry, if the house burns down, I'll blame it on Marcy." He said sarcastically. Butler just laughed. Marcy was the dog that lived more than six miles away. "Besides, I'm almost sixteen and a half."
"OK, he said.but you know my number should anything go wrong. Don't hesitate to call." he said.
"Yes, Butler." He said.
Artemis grabbed the mail and an apple as he headed up to his room. Before he looked through the mail he changed out of his St. Barbtlys blazer and into a polo tee and jeans. He had caught himself doing that more and more lately. Ever since he had found those mirrored contact lenses in his eyes he had been more casual, he had spent more time in the garden, had been horseback riding, and had found a newfound interest in girls. (A/N; the way I figure it, he is more content because of the faeries, yet, he doesn't remember the faeries, so he has nothing useful to plot about.)Next week summer was over and he was going to St. Casseria with girls, and although he was slightly terrified, about having to speak to girls... Then he got out his laptop and checked his email. One. From Artykins119, it said "Are you coming to the airport? Don't respond." *The Airport?* New email. Same person. "Yes silly, to pick me up." *Huh?* This time she IM him.
Artykins119: Call Butler and tell him you want to go. Hurry! *What's up with that?* @I do not talk, but one day, I realized this. power...sort of.@ *I'm going, I'm going.* @Thank you! @
Then Artemis dialed Butler and told him he wanted to go. Luckily, butler had only been driving for five minutes. So when butler got back he asked why no one had told him someone was coming to stay. The only reply he got was your mom told me not to tell you.