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A/N: Wow, what a disclaimer, eh. About Artemis's makeover, I couldn't help it, sorry. Nothing so dramatic should be happening again, but I can't guarantee anything.
Chapter Three – In Which Artemis gets "Punked" (Or "gothed" or "emoed", whichever you prefer)
Artemis could not believe he let himself be talked into such a hair -brained scheme. Artimys was giving him a makeover, and from the pain, it was not going to be a good one. She had first blindfolded him so tight he felt like it was cutting off the circulation in his head. Then was the next ten minutes she spent yanking a foul smelling gel threw his hair to make it stick up. Then she growled and said that it looked stupid and dumped what seemed to be a bucket of water over his head. Then she called in Butler and ordered him to go put Artemis in some clothes, still blind folded. Butler hesitated, but at the girls constant insisting, he took the clothes and Artemis to the bathroom and helped him change into the clothes. Artemis had begged Butler to let him see, but the bodyguard had said, "If you see this now, you'll chicken out."
Artemis's bad feeling about this whole scenario grew worse when Butler let out a small gasp when they walked back in. "I thought we ought to match." She said simply. Artemis could feel Butler shake his head as he left the room.
"What is going on?" Artemis demanded.
Artimys laughed. "Oh, don't worry, nothing permanent. Well, one might be permanent, but only if you let it. Now give me your hand."
Artemis recognized the over powering scent of nail polish when it reached his nose. "Your painting my nails!" he cried, shocked.
"Yes, you big baby. Don't worry, I have some remover, if you want it." Artimys finished his nails and moved on to his hair, once again spreading foul smelling mess though his hair. The something cold and wet was pressed up against his ear, he flinched, not expecting it.
"Okay, this might hurt a little." She paused, "or a lot, depending on how high your pain tolerance is."
Suddenly, there was a sharp pain in his ear. "Did you just pierce my ear?" asked Artemis in quite disbelief.
"Yes. Don't worry, my cousin pierced my ears, and taught me how to, so you don't have to worry about."
"You pierced my ear." Artemis said again.
"Yes. Don't worry I keep that needle in alcohol, so every thing is completely sanitary. Just one more thing."
"The other ear?" asked Artemis sarcastically
"No," answered the girl cheerfully. Your eye makeup. And don't try to look at the mirror. I covered it." The blind fold was taken off and Artemis blinked at the light and at the grinning face before him.
"Now just close your eyes for me." Artemis complied and a gentle pressure was placed on his eyes. "Now open your eyes and smile." Artemis did so nervously, not knowing what to expect. There was a huge flash of light that could be labeled as a camera flash.
"What was that?" sputtered Artemis.
"That was a flash of a camera, which just took your picture, because you know what, that look so totally suits you." Answered Artimys.
"What look?"
Artimys rolled her eyes. "I thought you were supposed to be a genius or something. Try and guess. Pierced ear. Eye makeup. Gel in the hair." Artemis looked oblivious. Artimys rolled her eyes again and turned on her radio. Loud, rock music began blaring. Artimys gave a small shriek and began jumping on the bed, singing with the music. "''Warm your warmth to turn away/here it's December every day/press your lips to the sculptures/and surely you'll stay/for of sugar and ice I am made...love like winter.' Oh, my gosh! I love this song to death!"
Artemis just looked at her. She was the oddest person she had ever met. She confused him. No one had done that. And Artemis thought he knew why. She was normal. Artemis did not associate with normal people. He did not listen to rock, he listened to Mozart. He did not jump on his bed screaming that he just LOVED THIS SONG SOOOO MUCH! He had never thought he would be hanging out with normal people, so he did not bother to learn about them.
The song ended, and Artimys turned off the radio.
"Okay," she gushed, "lets go show everyone the new Artemis."
Holly, Mulch, Foaly, Butler, and an elf Artemis recognized to be Trouble Kelp starred at her. Wait, what was Trouble Kelp doing here? Artimys popped her head over Artemis's shoulder.
"Do you like it?" she beamed. She herself was dressed as a punk in a plaited white skirt, a black tank top, a bow tie, black wristbands, dark red lipstick, and combat boots.
"What, what did you do to him?" spluttered Butler. Artemis had never heard Butler splutter.
"Doesn't he look wonderful?" asked the girl cheerfully, "I wish I knew how to cut his hair to the way I wanted it, but I decided not to risk it. But, I did pierce his ear. Sorry that it is star with a rhinestone. It was the only one I had. We can change it to a different one later."
Artemis was getting tired of not knowing what was going one. And he wanted to know why Commander Kelp was here. And was it just his imagination, or was Holly blushing? So he demanded answers to all of the above. "What is going on here? Why are you here, Commander? What am I dressed like!"
Holly cleared her throat "Um, there is a mirror in the down stairs bathroom that you can look at yourself in. Then I'll answer the other questions."
Artemis walked as stately as he could to the mirror. There he stopped short. This was one the first times in his entire life when he was completely shocked. She had dressed him punk. He should have known as soon as she said she wanted to dress to match and then he had seen her dressed as she was. What a fool he was.
Hair slicked back over the eyes, spiked in the back, a black suit that was worn, but looked good that way. Black shirt, black tie with Chinese dragons. Boots, black eye shadow. Pierced ear. The thing that got him the most was, he looked good.
Holly came in and whispered something in his ear. That surprised him very much.
"Trouble is here to tell me that he wants me to marry him."
A/N: So you liked the makeover, right? Right? people are quick to agree when they notice the sniper rifle. About Holly and Trouble – while reading the fourth book I thought, "Wouldn't it be cool if Holly and Trouble hooked up?" So I, being the all powerful author of this story, hooked them up. And there is nothing you can do about. Buuuuuuuuuuuuurn. the author has lived in her closet all her life and hasn't come out all that great Know what's funny? I've had this story up for about...one, two, years...I really can't remember...and got THREE reviews, two from people I know, and then I changed the summary and got FOUR reviews in about...two days!! YAY!!!
To My Lurvy Reviewers:
Dreaming-Cat-369: Eh! I always try to give shout out to my reviewers, because it seem likes the polite thing to do. They took the time to review (which a lot of people don't) so they should be acknowledged for it in some way or another!! I hoped you liked the makeover!
SpaceJunk: I have no idea why you would think that the profile sounds awfully familiar. Nope, none at all. sarcasm
RandyFan: AWW! Thank you!!
ossia: UWAH!! How did you know that I've read CC?? ARE YOU PHYSCIC!!?? I actually refer to it later. (yeah, I already have the next three chapters written, just waiting to be revised and posted. teheehee. But I've gotten so caught up in my Black Cat story I've almost forgotten about them!) Thanks for reviewing!