Part 4:
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There were rows and rows and stacks and stacks of the smallest bikinis imaginable. Artemis was overwhelmed by some of the strangest looks since going to the bikini club. Was it just him or was it something with bikinis? He always seemed to be around bikinis. He would usually scream and run for his life, but since he meet Jess all was different.
He paraded in to the shop and marched up to the counter.
"I would like to purchase one of your sexiest, and make that smallest, bikinis." This was said with a completely straight face, but the giggles, which were not meant to be heard, exploded through the shop. Some girls were practically rolling over the floor. A 14-year-old boy, wearing a designer label suit, had just requested a bikini.
"What?" he shouted. "I do have a girlfriend, believe it or not. I am one of the sexiest boys at my school." At this the remaining standing girls threw themselves to the floor and rolled about, screaming things such as:
"You? A girlfriend?"
This was defiantly not one of the highlights of Artemis' day. But then the Bikini was brought out, still sitting on the shop mannequin. Well, 'sitting' was perhaps the wrong word to use. 'Wrapped tightly and seemingly uncomfortably around' was slightly more apt. It was pink and purple, studded with jewels, which lined it's edges and drew an interesting flower pattern across it's surface. The top half was just two small triangles joined together by a huge ruby (or a very good fake) and its straps were of the wrap-around variety, and were also decorated with glorious gems.
"What is the point of this?" Artemis exclaimed. The shop owner pointed to the label that read: For those ladies who want a man to notice them or those sad, lonely men who want to see a little bit more to satisfy their desperation. At this Artemis exclaimed:
"PERFECT!" Now he was almost ready. Just one more practice…
SNOW747'S NOTE: I actually DID help write this one, but I only contributed several sentences: the bikini description. I actually owned a glittery flower-patterned bikini; I never wore it and now Snow-Elf owns it (now, go read her fic, "Countdown", which she will soon update or I swear I'll kill her – after you review this one). Please review. PLEASE? Yes, we ARE desperate.