A/N; I got so many reviews! Yeah!
Angelgirl10: That's all right, I have no reason to be upset about you expressing your opinion. The capitalization after quotation mark thing is the entire spell checks fault! It automatically does that! I don't have the patients to click "undo" every time someone talks. Oh well. Thanks for pointing it out though; I was beginning to think it was okay. You love my style! Thank you so much! Thanks for the advice on the ball bit; I was really floundering. I think I will get Artemis to dance with Cerinthia, maybe cause she is just sitting he can try to teach her how to dance. I can't dance, so that will be a problem, I'll write it in a very vague manner. I really like that quote, in fact I collect quotes. Here's one for you, "Fairy tales are true. Not because they say that there are dragons, but because they say that dragons can be defeated." Isn't that sweet?
Orchid the Jupiter Adapt: First of all I would like to take the time to say, I really dislike you name! I have seen what a Girl wants, and it's entirely fluff, I will NEVER write like that! Who doesn't have random ideas, Misty, be nice to Orchid! And Orchid, if you don't keep your Muse exercised, she will leave FOREVER! I am so glad you like my snowman thing, to be honest; I got it from a comic strip. (Sob)
Fuga Kumi (): First of all, your review wasn't nasty, just constructive. You mentioned good and bad, I was just razing you. I didn't know you had an evil side, but don't hurt it! Then your good side is evil too! AHHH!!!! Ahem, anyway.I'm glad you like the change of pace. Are they turning out siblingy, or romancy?
Eliza Star: I don't want an evil cowboy! I don't want evil! Hello! Talk dark and handsome doesn't mean evil. Cowboys are beginning to sound less and less attractive as I talk to you. I should stop watching westerns with my dad. Speaking of classics, I need a good book I can sink my teeth into, any suggestions? I like fantasy, science fiction, and classics. I'm writing a report on the Renaissance, you can tell cause I spelt it right, and I am looking NOTHING up. As it is, I'm not even supposed to be writing this right now. Ssshhhhh. Please e-mail, it's Palm@worldpath.net, I share it with my parents so write Boogalaga in the subject please. I might get it to late, but it sounds cool. And she/I would get into detail about that. Thanks much Dahlin.
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As I entered the ballroom, I was shocked by its size. It was huge; I almost turned around and left. I had heard Artemis' parents talking about how packed it would be. I was really nervous. Soon guests began to arrive, and the chamber orchestra began to play. IT was mostly waltzes and such, a few jazz songs, If only I had listened to my mom and took classes! When the room was practically packed, Artemis entered and headed in a straight line to us. (The Fairies and I hadn't separated yet. I was privately relieved. I am NOT good with large crowds. The butterflies where really bad, I had no doubt that if I ate something I'd throw up. I apparently hid my feelings well, for Artemis didn't say anything.)
"You know the drill?" Artemis asked.
"What drill?" I couldn't resist replying.
"Since we are checking his equipment, he insisted we check it in his sight. We need to go in front of certain kinds of people and see what sort of reactions they have." Replied Foaly, deciding to be sympathetic to my ignorance.
"Thanks for the explanation." I replied seriously, cause Artemis was about to kill him.
"Since EVERYONE now knows what's going on, could we possible get a move on?" he asked coldly. The Fairies nodded and spread throughout the crowed. I felt my safety net leaving with them. "Are you having a good time?" Artemis asked absent-mindedly as he watched The Fairies wander through the crowd.
"Mm Hm, shouldn't you be playing the hospitable host?" I asked pointedly as a few people headed over. I am amused to say that many where fathers with their daughters. "You don't still have arranged marriages do you?" I asked, hoping to distract him from myself.
"No,' he responded testily. "Their parents just want them set up in a wealthy house hold." He said in a disgusted tone. I couldn't help but chuckle.
"Well, I'm going to desert you to the sharks and go check out the party." I told him while wandering away, hoping he wouldn't notice my discomfort. Luckily he was to busy trying to keep from smirking at the girls coming towards him. He was probably plotting revenge tactics, I thought with a smile.
As I wandered around, trying to look like I was doing something, I got quite a few funny looks. This didn't help, me dealing with large crowds, and tons of attention wasn't a good thing. I finally decided to sit down on one of the chairs on the wall and watch the proceedings from there. I got a great view of, as I came to call it, the courtship of the butterflies. It fit them and their fancy dresses and suits, flitting around each other and hinting coyly. It was surprisingly amusing, if none came over here it would be a great night. Unfortunately it wasn't meant to be. Soon a mother pointed me out to her boy and they had a short whispered conversation before he headed over. I had to resist the temptation to pretend I hadn't seen them and I had just noticed a friend or something.
"I hear that you're the exchange student from America?" he asked, framing it as a question. It was a nice beginning, the question largely asking if I was willing to talk, that brought me out of my cocoon a bit.
"Yes, you've probably already heard that I'm staying at Artemis'." I replied with a quiet laugh. These people where worse than a small town!
"I'm afraid everyone knows by now." He replied with a smile. "Is he still an old pincushion?" he asked.
I couldn't help but chuckle, "He was at first, but he soon learned to put up with me, and vice versa." I added after a short pause.
"Would you like to dance?" he asked. He wasn't as nervous as most boys are at high school dances.
How was I going to say no, politely and without mentioning that I can't dance? "Actually, I was stupid enough to come in heels, and my feet are still recovering. Luckily Mrs. Fowl had a pair of slippers I could use. But I would love to dance with you when I can feel my feet again." " Said with a gentle smile. Not wanting to scare him away.
We chatted politely for a few seconds before he moved on to some other person he wanted to gossip about. If things went on like this, it was going to be a long night. After a few gossipy girls coming by, and a few more boys asking for a dance, and me pleading the same excuse, Artemis ambled over.
"I heard that you came wearing heels?" he asked with a falsely uncaring voice.
"What are you talking about, you know what I came in as in foot wear." I replied.
He gave me a piercing stare, "What are you trying to do? I went along with it, but if you don't tell me what game you're playing, I'll start telling people that you're feet are now fine and that you'd just love to dance."
"NO!" I whispered forcefully. He just looked at me expectantly. "Fine, I can't dance, I know it's not a big deal, but I don't want to come right out with it unless I know someone."
He gave me a you-stupid-girl look before saying, "All right, then I'll teach you." He grabbed my hand before he had even finished speaking and began to bring me to the dance floor.
"No, Artemis no, please." I whispered at him frantically.
"I'll just do a simple waltz," he told me, "It's not that difficult.
"For me it is!" I exclaimed quietly. "You don't know me, I kill when carrying around a pencil."
He just gave me a superiour-than-thou look before pulling me to the outskirts of the dancers and leading me along. I must admit that he knew what he was doing, but I sure as hell didn't. But eventual I began to slowly figure out what to do. He began doing a few turns that scared me at first, but I soon learned to trust (yeah right, trust and Artemis, HA!) him and follow his lead. And I hope that I began to look like I knew what I was doing. Then he began to lead me towards the center of the dancing tornado.
I pulled back a little, not realizing I had until afterwards. "What?" he asked. "I know that there's something wrong besides dancing, what is it?" He asked me this in a gentle, look-I-wont-hurt-you-doggy voice.
"Nothing, I'm just not sure of myself yet." I replied, silently praying he would continue ignoring important hints.
"I'm not stupid, what's wrong?" he asked, his annoyance obvious.
If he hadn't been honestly worried I'd have flipped out at him, but I decided to be stubborn and patient with him. "It's nothing life threatening, just a personality quirk." I told him, hopping his humongo genius brain wouldn't figure it out. This was private to me, even my parents didn't know about it. In reply he began steering me towards the center of the group again. "I'll make a scene." I warned him.
"No you wont." He replied in an annoyingly self-assured tone. He was right; I didn't know how I'd respond to a lot of people staring at me. I began avoiding people, trying not to touch them and quickly stopped. All the while Artemis was just watching me, so I began to act like this was natural to me. I felt really stiff and tense, but I hope I didn't show it. I began to shiver slightly when we reached the center of the tightly packed mass. He had probably already figured it out, and was just waiting for me to tell him what it was anyway.
"You realize that this isn't a question of what's wrong anymore. It's a power play, will I give in to you, well I wont." I told him tersely. All the while he just gave me that I-am-amused-yet-superiour-than-thou look. I put up with him for a long time before my feet honestly began to hurt, "That's it, my feet honestly hurt Artemis." I told him, wincing at each step.
"I noticed a while ago." He responded, looking at Root as he twirled by with a pretty female companion. "Interesting." I snorted; he gave me an annoyed look. "Ladies don't snort." He told me shortly.
"Your point?" I asked with a fake smile. My feet had begun to really hurt and I was about ready to force my way over to the wall.
"You realize that I'm stronger than you?" he asked pleasantly as if this was just a normal conversation. I just gave him a quiet growl; he made me do a series of steps that REALY hurt my feet as a response. I began to subtly try to leave the dance floor, but Artemis didn't have any problem forcing me to stay with him. I still wasn't ready to cause a scene, and I doubt he'd stop dancing even then.
"Please?" I asked piteously, changing tact instantly. He just gave me an amused look, I wasn't dealing with my feet any longer, and if I told him he'd stop putting me towards the center of the crowd, so I gave in. "I'm not good in large crowds." I told him quietly, not speaking to loud or he'd here how much my feet hurt. I don't think I'd be walking for a while.
"I'm quite willing to keep dancing until you tell me the truth." He said pleasantly.
"You mean I hid it from THE Artemis Fowl that well." I asked in surprise.
He looked down at me, "You're serious?" he asked in a surprised tone.
"No, I'm lying, I'm really gay." I said, my voice dripping with sarcasm. I suddenly gasped as my foot gave me a particularly loud complaint. Artemis danced us over to the chairs and led me to the closest one. I sat down immediately. "You realize that you owe me big now." I told him, completely serious.
"I, owe you." He said as if I had just told him the most amusing joke in the whole world. If my feet didn't hurt so much I'd leave then and there.
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A/N: I realize it's a cliffhanger and I apologize. I need a way for Cerinthia to punish him, any ideas? I'd like to thank Angelgirl10 for her idea on Artemis dancing with Cerinthia. Bye now!
Angelgirl10: That's all right, I have no reason to be upset about you expressing your opinion. The capitalization after quotation mark thing is the entire spell checks fault! It automatically does that! I don't have the patients to click "undo" every time someone talks. Oh well. Thanks for pointing it out though; I was beginning to think it was okay. You love my style! Thank you so much! Thanks for the advice on the ball bit; I was really floundering. I think I will get Artemis to dance with Cerinthia, maybe cause she is just sitting he can try to teach her how to dance. I can't dance, so that will be a problem, I'll write it in a very vague manner. I really like that quote, in fact I collect quotes. Here's one for you, "Fairy tales are true. Not because they say that there are dragons, but because they say that dragons can be defeated." Isn't that sweet?
Orchid the Jupiter Adapt: First of all I would like to take the time to say, I really dislike you name! I have seen what a Girl wants, and it's entirely fluff, I will NEVER write like that! Who doesn't have random ideas, Misty, be nice to Orchid! And Orchid, if you don't keep your Muse exercised, she will leave FOREVER! I am so glad you like my snowman thing, to be honest; I got it from a comic strip. (Sob)
Fuga Kumi (): First of all, your review wasn't nasty, just constructive. You mentioned good and bad, I was just razing you. I didn't know you had an evil side, but don't hurt it! Then your good side is evil too! AHHH!!!! Ahem, anyway.I'm glad you like the change of pace. Are they turning out siblingy, or romancy?
Eliza Star: I don't want an evil cowboy! I don't want evil! Hello! Talk dark and handsome doesn't mean evil. Cowboys are beginning to sound less and less attractive as I talk to you. I should stop watching westerns with my dad. Speaking of classics, I need a good book I can sink my teeth into, any suggestions? I like fantasy, science fiction, and classics. I'm writing a report on the Renaissance, you can tell cause I spelt it right, and I am looking NOTHING up. As it is, I'm not even supposed to be writing this right now. Ssshhhhh. Please e-mail, it's Palm@worldpath.net, I share it with my parents so write Boogalaga in the subject please. I might get it to late, but it sounds cool. And she/I would get into detail about that. Thanks much Dahlin.
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As I entered the ballroom, I was shocked by its size. It was huge; I almost turned around and left. I had heard Artemis' parents talking about how packed it would be. I was really nervous. Soon guests began to arrive, and the chamber orchestra began to play. IT was mostly waltzes and such, a few jazz songs, If only I had listened to my mom and took classes! When the room was practically packed, Artemis entered and headed in a straight line to us. (The Fairies and I hadn't separated yet. I was privately relieved. I am NOT good with large crowds. The butterflies where really bad, I had no doubt that if I ate something I'd throw up. I apparently hid my feelings well, for Artemis didn't say anything.)
"You know the drill?" Artemis asked.
"What drill?" I couldn't resist replying.
"Since we are checking his equipment, he insisted we check it in his sight. We need to go in front of certain kinds of people and see what sort of reactions they have." Replied Foaly, deciding to be sympathetic to my ignorance.
"Thanks for the explanation." I replied seriously, cause Artemis was about to kill him.
"Since EVERYONE now knows what's going on, could we possible get a move on?" he asked coldly. The Fairies nodded and spread throughout the crowed. I felt my safety net leaving with them. "Are you having a good time?" Artemis asked absent-mindedly as he watched The Fairies wander through the crowd.
"Mm Hm, shouldn't you be playing the hospitable host?" I asked pointedly as a few people headed over. I am amused to say that many where fathers with their daughters. "You don't still have arranged marriages do you?" I asked, hoping to distract him from myself.
"No,' he responded testily. "Their parents just want them set up in a wealthy house hold." He said in a disgusted tone. I couldn't help but chuckle.
"Well, I'm going to desert you to the sharks and go check out the party." I told him while wandering away, hoping he wouldn't notice my discomfort. Luckily he was to busy trying to keep from smirking at the girls coming towards him. He was probably plotting revenge tactics, I thought with a smile.
As I wandered around, trying to look like I was doing something, I got quite a few funny looks. This didn't help, me dealing with large crowds, and tons of attention wasn't a good thing. I finally decided to sit down on one of the chairs on the wall and watch the proceedings from there. I got a great view of, as I came to call it, the courtship of the butterflies. It fit them and their fancy dresses and suits, flitting around each other and hinting coyly. It was surprisingly amusing, if none came over here it would be a great night. Unfortunately it wasn't meant to be. Soon a mother pointed me out to her boy and they had a short whispered conversation before he headed over. I had to resist the temptation to pretend I hadn't seen them and I had just noticed a friend or something.
"I hear that you're the exchange student from America?" he asked, framing it as a question. It was a nice beginning, the question largely asking if I was willing to talk, that brought me out of my cocoon a bit.
"Yes, you've probably already heard that I'm staying at Artemis'." I replied with a quiet laugh. These people where worse than a small town!
"I'm afraid everyone knows by now." He replied with a smile. "Is he still an old pincushion?" he asked.
I couldn't help but chuckle, "He was at first, but he soon learned to put up with me, and vice versa." I added after a short pause.
"Would you like to dance?" he asked. He wasn't as nervous as most boys are at high school dances.
How was I going to say no, politely and without mentioning that I can't dance? "Actually, I was stupid enough to come in heels, and my feet are still recovering. Luckily Mrs. Fowl had a pair of slippers I could use. But I would love to dance with you when I can feel my feet again." " Said with a gentle smile. Not wanting to scare him away.
We chatted politely for a few seconds before he moved on to some other person he wanted to gossip about. If things went on like this, it was going to be a long night. After a few gossipy girls coming by, and a few more boys asking for a dance, and me pleading the same excuse, Artemis ambled over.
"I heard that you came wearing heels?" he asked with a falsely uncaring voice.
"What are you talking about, you know what I came in as in foot wear." I replied.
He gave me a piercing stare, "What are you trying to do? I went along with it, but if you don't tell me what game you're playing, I'll start telling people that you're feet are now fine and that you'd just love to dance."
"NO!" I whispered forcefully. He just looked at me expectantly. "Fine, I can't dance, I know it's not a big deal, but I don't want to come right out with it unless I know someone."
He gave me a you-stupid-girl look before saying, "All right, then I'll teach you." He grabbed my hand before he had even finished speaking and began to bring me to the dance floor.
"No, Artemis no, please." I whispered at him frantically.
"I'll just do a simple waltz," he told me, "It's not that difficult.
"For me it is!" I exclaimed quietly. "You don't know me, I kill when carrying around a pencil."
He just gave me a superiour-than-thou look before pulling me to the outskirts of the dancers and leading me along. I must admit that he knew what he was doing, but I sure as hell didn't. But eventual I began to slowly figure out what to do. He began doing a few turns that scared me at first, but I soon learned to trust (yeah right, trust and Artemis, HA!) him and follow his lead. And I hope that I began to look like I knew what I was doing. Then he began to lead me towards the center of the dancing tornado.
I pulled back a little, not realizing I had until afterwards. "What?" he asked. "I know that there's something wrong besides dancing, what is it?" He asked me this in a gentle, look-I-wont-hurt-you-doggy voice.
"Nothing, I'm just not sure of myself yet." I replied, silently praying he would continue ignoring important hints.
"I'm not stupid, what's wrong?" he asked, his annoyance obvious.
If he hadn't been honestly worried I'd have flipped out at him, but I decided to be stubborn and patient with him. "It's nothing life threatening, just a personality quirk." I told him, hopping his humongo genius brain wouldn't figure it out. This was private to me, even my parents didn't know about it. In reply he began steering me towards the center of the group again. "I'll make a scene." I warned him.
"No you wont." He replied in an annoyingly self-assured tone. He was right; I didn't know how I'd respond to a lot of people staring at me. I began avoiding people, trying not to touch them and quickly stopped. All the while Artemis was just watching me, so I began to act like this was natural to me. I felt really stiff and tense, but I hope I didn't show it. I began to shiver slightly when we reached the center of the tightly packed mass. He had probably already figured it out, and was just waiting for me to tell him what it was anyway.
"You realize that this isn't a question of what's wrong anymore. It's a power play, will I give in to you, well I wont." I told him tersely. All the while he just gave me that I-am-amused-yet-superiour-than-thou look. I put up with him for a long time before my feet honestly began to hurt, "That's it, my feet honestly hurt Artemis." I told him, wincing at each step.
"I noticed a while ago." He responded, looking at Root as he twirled by with a pretty female companion. "Interesting." I snorted; he gave me an annoyed look. "Ladies don't snort." He told me shortly.
"Your point?" I asked with a fake smile. My feet had begun to really hurt and I was about ready to force my way over to the wall.
"You realize that I'm stronger than you?" he asked pleasantly as if this was just a normal conversation. I just gave him a quiet growl; he made me do a series of steps that REALY hurt my feet as a response. I began to subtly try to leave the dance floor, but Artemis didn't have any problem forcing me to stay with him. I still wasn't ready to cause a scene, and I doubt he'd stop dancing even then.
"Please?" I asked piteously, changing tact instantly. He just gave me an amused look, I wasn't dealing with my feet any longer, and if I told him he'd stop putting me towards the center of the crowd, so I gave in. "I'm not good in large crowds." I told him quietly, not speaking to loud or he'd here how much my feet hurt. I don't think I'd be walking for a while.
"I'm quite willing to keep dancing until you tell me the truth." He said pleasantly.
"You mean I hid it from THE Artemis Fowl that well." I asked in surprise.
He looked down at me, "You're serious?" he asked in a surprised tone.
"No, I'm lying, I'm really gay." I said, my voice dripping with sarcasm. I suddenly gasped as my foot gave me a particularly loud complaint. Artemis danced us over to the chairs and led me to the closest one. I sat down immediately. "You realize that you owe me big now." I told him, completely serious.
"I, owe you." He said as if I had just told him the most amusing joke in the whole world. If my feet didn't hurt so much I'd leave then and there.
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A/N: I realize it's a cliffhanger and I apologize. I need a way for Cerinthia to punish him, any ideas? I'd like to thank Angelgirl10 for her idea on Artemis dancing with Cerinthia. Bye now!