Author's Note: This chapter is really short, because it has to tie in with the next chapter, which I will try my best to make at least ten pages. It has a lot happening, so I think it will make the ten page mark. If I added it in, it would be too little chapters for something to happen, and the chapter would be more than fifteen pages long. I don't know about you, but my attention span doesn't go more than reading fifteen pages, unless the plot is really good. 43 reviews! Soooo happy! By the way, I wont update until I finish reading the much anticipated HBP. I updated right before my family goes to get it.

I just finished reading The Opal Deception, and I think that if I write another AF story it will be after that because Artemis and Holly have so much potential there! It probably is my new fave in the AF series except that Root died. I liked the ending, and I think Holly's gonna be a good detective. I know others disagree, but…

I also watched the newer R&J movie. Loved it. I luv Leo!

Thanks to Knight of the Eternal Darkness, ShadowMagicks, yamapi(thank you), and Kp -R0ck 4ng3l- Kp.

-anon-anon-anon-: YES its gonna be a romance!

Agivega: OMG, thank you for reviewing my story! And they didn't spend a night together ;-) I hope this smiley works on ffnet…it's a wink. Lol. Cuz in the balcony scene, Artemis kind of leaves out that part. But they DO get married. Which is the next chapter, by the way. I loved the Aztec Incident, which I do believe is the only AF story over 100,000 words. Cant wait for the sequel! I would read your HP stories, except I'm 13. lol.

Recap

"Juliet?" the nurse asked, not even bothering to knock, just walking in and opening her drapes. "Its noon and you're still asleep?"

"I was, until now," Holly grumbled.

"Well, I'm glad you're awake. Guess who I had a conversation with this morning?"

"Who?"

"Romeo."

End of Recap

Holly immediately sat up, curious to hear what the Nurse had to say for once. Why did she talk to Artemis? And what did he need? "What did he say?"

"He asked you to meet him at Friar Lawrence's around three. Why, I do not know. You'll have to see for yourself."

"Friar who?"

"Friar Lawrence, a monk here in Verona. His monastery is on Barichelli Street. I swear, Juliet, your memory has gone to the dogs."

"I just can't remember things, I'm sorry. Where's Barichelli Street again?" Why would the Mud Boy want me there?"

"By the town square."

She expects me to know a town I've never been in before. Wait, she doesn't know I'm not Juliet, I'm Holly. "Can you take me to the street?"

"I suppose. It'll hurt my back though. It's already hurt from this morning's expedition."

"Where was Romeo?"

"In the town square, with his friends Mercutio, friend of Prince Escalus, and Benvolio, his cousin."

"Why were you there?"

"Peter and I had to run an errand."

"What else did Art- I mean, Romeo, say?"

"Let me say this. He seems much in love with you."

Holly paled. Artemis, in love with me? It couldn't be. He must be acting, cuz we're supposed to act like we are. How convincing was he? And what was this meeting about? "Is that all?"

"That's all he said to me. Then I went to fetch something for your mother."

"Ok…"

The Nurse winced in pain. "Ow, that trip really hurt my back. The problem with getting old, I guess, but it still hurts."

"How old are you?"

"I don't give away my age. Sorry."

"Fine."

"Well, come on. I have to help you get dressed. You're still in a party dress."

"Ugh."

"I thought you liked dresses, Juliet."

"You thought wrong."

"A bit more respect to your elder, miss."

"Sorry."

The nurse helped Holly up, and showed her over to what looked like a fourteenth century closet. There were about ten dresses, most red or orange, but there was a pretty blue dress that Holly picked up. It was bright blue, soft, and looked like the kind of dress that puffed out when you spun around. Holly, tomboy that she was, loved those dresses. They were so much fun for dancing in the rain. She had been able to once, since the school she had attended had one field trip to the surface had taken her to the rainforest, and it was raining! Her school uniform was this type of dress, except it had the school emblem on it and much lighter.

"This one," Holly said.

"All right."

The nurse helped Holly into her dress, and then once it was suitably tight for the old woman, she pushed Holly into a chair, one that had the mirror in front of it. She combed Holly's locks, arranging them around her face. It took forever to Holly, but the result was good. Then the nurse proceeded to put several cosmetics on her face, which removed several of her freckles to Holly's dismay. Freckles to the fairies were a sign of wealth, because you had to go above ground to get your freckles, and you had to be rich or be in the LEP to be able to go to the surface often. It must have been some kind of fourteen century foundation.

"Finished," the Nurse said after what had been an hour.

"Finally," Holly groaned. She never spent more than five minutes with her hair, unless there was a party she had to attend, and rarely wore make up. This kind of beauty session would kill her if she did it everyday.

After the Nurse shot Holly a look, and Holly looked down, the nurse stated, "I'll bring you some brunch."

Yum. Food. Holly waited impatiently, hoping for something to her taste. After about five minutes, the nurse brought up a brunch of eggs with fried potatoes. Holly ignored the eggs, and just ate the potatoes, all the while wondering what the meeting was about.

Artemis, after excusing himself from more practice with Mercutio and Benvolio, headed for the food shops near the center of the town. They had practiced for hours, waiting for Tybalt to come. He would, the boy genius knew that, but not until after he married Holly. Artemis shuddered at the thought. Marry Holly, who was what, technically decades older than him?

Soon he spotted a shop open for business. He waited in line, searching for some kind of payment he could use to eat the food. Luckily in his outfit there were pockets, and in the depths of one were a couple gold coins. If Artemis wasn't so hungry, he would take these coins back to the future, but he would rather pay to keep himself alive with food.

After about five minutes, Artemis was at the head of the line and spotted an old fashioned menu. To his dismay, there was no caviar, but he didn't care, he was so hungry. This was quite unusual to the Fowl boy, since normally when it came to food he had to have the best quality food money could buy. No leftovers, no non-organic, and the like. He ordered something random off the menu and wolfed it down. He still had some coins left, so he bought something else and ate it on the way to the monastery.

After finishing his meal, he soon found himself once again at the monastery. He knocked this time, and saw Friar Lawrence answering the door, ushering him in.

"So this is a, ah, private wedding?" he asked.

Right down to business, aren't you, Artemis thought. "Yes, that's where it's just the bride and groom, correct?"

"Yes."

"Ok, that's it then."

"And so, where is the blushing bride?"

"She's meeting me here at three."

"It's only two now, Romeo."

"So what am I supposed to do for an hour?"

Friar Lawrence looked Artemis up and down. "I believe you should change into something more presentable. Here, the church always has donations for the, um, lower class, and even though you aren't lower class, Mr. Montague, they have a wedding outfit for someone your size."

Artemis groaned. Him, part of a billionaire Irish family, having to wear second hand clothes? Even the thought of it was disturbing! "Um, I guess," he replied hesitantly.

"Oh, I see. A Montague doesn't want to wear such paltry clothes when his family is one of the richest in Verona!"

Artemis nodded.

"Oh, well, Romeo, you shall have to deal. Come with me."

Artemis sighed and followed the friar. Life was so unfair. The friar handed him yet another puffy shirt and tight pants. This time, they were black. He sighed. He missed his Armani suits. At the end of this, he might even appreciate the clothing items he didn't wear, but the kind the majority of the teenage population did. After this, he wouldn't even mind those baggy pants he hated. He wouldn't mind looking like an advertisement.

The friar left and Artemis put on the ugly clothing. He noticed the clock on the head of the church. It said 3:00. Where the hell was Holly? Sure, he couldn't expect her to be on time, right at three in an unfamiliar town, but the hope of her arrival was enough to get Artemis from thinking about his horrible outfit.

Fowl Manor, present day, right after the mind wipe

Juliet found herself in a chair. Her eyes felt funny, and her mind felt groggy, which was strange when it was three in the afternoon. Looking around, she saw her brother in the same position, yawning, rubbing his eyes, then immediately alert. "Where's Artemis?"

Butler shook his head. Alternate memories of the previous day were already taking its place. He could remember driving Artemis to an airport, waving good bye. Lots of suitcases. He paused, letting his brain create the memories. "He's at that school. Giving a presentation and lecture on why the school should cut out its physical education funding and use it for science."

Juliet laughed. Now she remembered. "Typical Artemis. He hates gym, loves science, and thinks everyone should feel the same."

"Yep, that's Artemis for sure."

"You really should teach him about the importance of exercise."

"Me? What about you? You're better at that sort of thing than me. Remember, I got injured in that gun fight?" Of course, Butler meant the shot from Blunt, but since he remembered nothing of the incident, he just thought he got shot.

"The one where you were out for a couple days afterwards?"

"Yes. Why don't you teach him?"

"Cuz all he'll do is complain. The only kind of work out he gets is typing."

"Well you can tell him you'll beat him up or something if he doesn't be quiet."

"Beat him up? And why would I beat up someone weaker than me? There's no fun in that."

"Well, he needs to get some sort of muscle somewhere besides his fingers. I doubt he could even run a quarter of a mile," Butler replied, speaking from experience. He had to carry him halfway through. But little did they know, Artemis would be, as they stated, working out, since there was no bodyguard by his side.

Author's Note: Thought I should include that last bit, to fill in "plot holes." Please review, the next part will be much longer, I promise. It's the wedding! Mwuhahahahaha. Lol.