Chapter Three: Artemis Fowl

Crap! Crap! Crap! Crap! Crap! Crap! What have I done? I'll tell you what I have done. I've let, no WELCOMED, a manic into my house, with my parents away. Shoot!

I ran into the den where my friends were gathered around 'Artemis Fowl'.

"Hi I'm Becky and this is Eloise, Mike, Romeo, Tristan and umm, I forget your name, sorry." Becky looked anything but sorry as she introduced our group, and its extension.

"Hello, pleased to met you all." Said the recently recovered boy. "I'm Arte… owwwwwwwwww! Please! Will you let go of me?" I had grabbed his arm and pulled him out into the hallway.

"Look, I don't know who you think you are but you're in my house so you WILL do as I say. I told you not to tell the others your name." I yelled in a whisper.

"No you only said that I was not to tell Eloise my last name. You said nothing about not introducing me to your other friends or about using my given name."

He gave me such a self-possessed smirk that it made my fingers just ache to slap him.

"Ok, just shut up!" I was feeling very, very, very stressed and now I had a foreign maniac making me feel stupid.

"YETTY! What are you doing with our new friend? You know that you can't just keep him all to yourself. It's very unfair on the rest of us." Becky's voice echoed from the den.

"Ha, that would be right." I shook my head and let out a fake laugh.

"What would be right? And would you please let go of me." I loosened my hold on Artemis but didn't let go.

"It seems that your looks have captured Becky's heart." I gave him a small sarcastic smile. "Lucky you, you're the 3rd this week."

"OH. OK. Right. Yes. Hmmm." He suddenly looked very flustered. It was nice to know that something could make this cool character sweat.

"Don't worry about it. As long as you don't encourage her she will forget you in a day or so." I consoled him, after all, I had done the same for all of Becky's other boyfriends, that's just the kind of person I was. Picking up others cast off's.

"Ok we're getting of topic here; I just don't think that you should go around telling people that you are Artemis Fowl, the Human genius who is friends with the fairies. Lying isn't the best way to make friends."

"But I'm not lying." He said imploringly searching my eyes for god knows what. Understanding? Yeah right!

"Yeah, sure ok." I shook my head in disbelief. "You stick to your story. We better get back in there; just call you Arty or something."

I tried to pull him back into the den and I was yanked back around so my face was millimeters from his.

"Why should I do this for you? What have you done for me?" He stared menacingly into my eyes.

"Umm…" My voice faded as my eyes moved from his dark eyes to his lips, which were almost touching mine.

"YETTY! Got your hands off that boy now and get in here!" Eloise screeched. "You have to see this."

I reluctantly moved away from Artemis and walked into the den to see all my friends watching the TV intently.

"What's going on?" I asked

"Shhh! Listen." Mike hushed me.

"Earlier today the police received an anonymous report that there was going to be a large explosion at the National Museum," The newsreader announced, "The caller said that there was to be a robbery and that the explosion was to be a distraction so that the criminals could get inside the building. The information turned out to be correct and there was an explosion at the museum at 2.32pm, luckily, thanks to the anonymous caller, the police where there to catch the criminals as they came out of the building."

The screen changed to show a picture of a very large man being loaded into a police car.

"Poor Butler." Artemis sighed. We all looked at him.

"You know that man?" Mike asked suspiciously

"Of course I do, his been my bodyguard for 16 years. Such a shame that Commander Sool captured Mulch. He was the one who called the police. Otherwise we would have pulled it of without a hitch."

Artemis sighed again; very oblivious to the shocked faces surrounding him.

"You mean that they were talking about YOU on the news?" Becky was the first to regain her senses.

"Butler, Mulch, Commander Sool? Those are characters from the Artemis Fowl books. Who the Heck are you?" the question came from Eloise.

"Ahhh. Am I aloud to answer them?" Artemis asked sarcastically.

"Why not? I'd like to know a bit more about you too." I said, sarcasm dripping on my voice. "I'll just go and grab a drink, this is sure to take a while."

I was right. It took all night, and in the end we all fell asleep on the floor still not quite understand who/what we had welcomed into my house. I woke to find Tristan curled up against my stomach and my head resting on Becky's arm. "Ugh. Move your fat head Tristan." I said shoving the offending object away. Tristan just grunted and rolled over. I climbed over my friends to the door of the den. I looked for Artemis amongst the bodies lying around and couldn't find him. Maybe he had left while we were sleeping.

That thought made me smile as I walked to the bathroom.

"OI!" came a shout. Oh, crap! Shoot! Crap! Oh, man oh man he looked so good. Crap he hadn't left! Gosh, I'm so stupid. Turn around now! Phew! Ok now think.

How was I going to explain THAT to my friends? Why did I walk into the bathroom with out knocking? Why didn't I hear the shower running? Because it's MY house, my bathroom and 'cause the shower had been turned off. Oh, man oh man he did have such a cute body. Muscle all over and skin just the right color. Not too tanned but not white.

Yummy. Wow, slow down I am not having these thoughts about a criminal mastermind, who is running from a bunch of crazed fairies along with the police. No matter how gorgeous he looks with his hair towel scuffed. Oh, crap!