I'm not going to bother with any "What happened last time" because, hey, you've probably just been there! Also, it has probably gotten really annoying by now so there's another reason not to do it.
Cheers! Noodle
Artemis didn't know what to do. Mother and Father would most likely reject the idea, and Shawn would probably be an absolute pervert. No one wanted that.
Then again, the poor girl did sound miserable. She was almost crying, for God's sake. And as an added bonus, she could keep Artemis company while the little brat stayed. It was as if she was sent to Earth for that soul purpose. It was perfect!
Artemis sighed. "Fine, you may stay until my cousin leaves. Feel lucky, for he doesn't leave until next month and that's three weeks off, I assume?"
"Oh, thank you, thank you, thank you!" Stephanie wrapped her arms around Artemis' waist and tears of joy sprung from her eyes.
"You-you're welcome." Artemis blushed and seperated himself from the joyous girl. "Quickly now, before my parents see you. I'll tell them of you myself, as that would probably cause less pandemonium."
"Are you going to lie?"
"Of course."
Stephanie nodded. "Alright. Where do you want me to hide?"
"Err, the garden. Just go through the side yard and laze around there for a while."
Stephanie nodded and left for the garden. Her step was rather unsteady, but she was getting the hang of walking.
Artemis walked through the foyer, up the stairs, down the hall to the left, up another flight of stairs, through the study, library, another hallway and a dungeon he was constructing for future use to find his mother in the sun room. The sun room was full of hanging, potted vines, small book cases and the scent of tangerines. A tall window towered, bringing rays of fresh sunshine bursting through. The floor was acidstained concrete, the color of a forest in summer; a dark green that made one want to shout out in pure joy for nature surrounding.
Artemis' mother sat in a forest green bean bag chair, reading a book on fictional mystery. She noticed her son and looked from her book. "Arty! You're home. How was your, err, experiment?"
"It was…interesting, I must say." Artemis sat down by his mother. "I have a question for you."
"If it's about puberty, ask your father."
"No! No, it's not, don't worry. Actually, I have found a volunteer for some studies I am going to work on in the next three weeks. I was wondering if she could stay here for that time."
"Oh, of course she can," she said. "Just don't try anything with her or-"
"Mother!"
Angeline laughed. "I'm joking with you, dear!" She hugged her son as he playfully made a sarcastic remark.
Stephanie lay amid the vibrantly colored flowers as she let her mind drift on what it would be like to be human. Sunshine cast heavenly rays upon her that streamed through the high leaves of the trees. A sweet scent drifted amongst the garden in a light, cooling breeze.
This would be a start, Stephanie thought. The sensation of a breeze, the scents and plant life to linger through, rays of sun beaming, making everything beautiful. Not like underwater. The sun only went so far…
Her eyes closed a little. Now I'll be able to walk, and dance, and so many other things…books don't have to be specially laminated…just take them off the shelf and start reading. My hair won't always be a tangle, either. That's a major plus…I can actually use my lungs…breathe… fresh air…
She drifted to sleep, the nature around her helping her do so. She had dreams of walking, skipping, everywhere she could. Being free of an underwater prison, free of "royal duties" that she didn't even want to take on in the first place. She would sing without worrying about her gills to screw up her voice. Oh, the joy of being able to sing without worries! So many wonderful mermaid voices were ruined by such gills, and Stephanie's was one of them.
'Stephanie…'
Somewhere distant Stephanie heard her name being called. She turned her head and Artemis stood there. Artemis, the child prodigy who let her have her freedoms, her joy, her life.
'Stephanie…'
The boy who was generous enough to let her keep her human state and stay at his manor when he didn't have to at all.
'Stephanie…' The call was getting louder, sounding almost real.
The human who was kind enough to actually turn her into another human in the first place…
She woke up to some one gently shaking her shoulder. It was Artemis.
"Stephanie, you can come in now," he informed her. "My mother said it's perfectly alright for you to stay."
Stephanie stretched. "Really?"
"Of course. I'm not sure about my father, however, but my mother is telling him about it, and I'm sure he won't mind. Come on, up you go…" Artemis pulled Stephanie to her feet, who felt groggy and unbalanced. He held his guest steady and helped her into the manor.
This time Artemis' destination was up two flights of stairs, down three hallways, through the kitchen, another study, and three miniature art galleries (all artwork from him, of course), another flight of stairs and mid-point of a very long hallway.
Stephanie was panting when they reached the guest bedroom. "Why…must you run…so fast!"
"I'm mean, that's why."
"Oh, so you don't do this when I'm not around?" Stephanie smirked.
Artemis smiled. "It's a possibility."
Artemis opened the bedroom door to reveal…nothing special. It had never been used in the past. The sheets on the bed were white, the dresser was white, the computer desk was off-white, and the computer monitor itself was white. The only things that didn't have a hue of white were the walls, which were a dark blue, like the ocean during a storm. (Noodle-This is where my rein of typing ends.)
Stephanie's first thought was, 'Blue and white. They go together like...like broth and noodles!'
"Stephanie, my cousin is doing a biography on the most wonderful person on Earth. Me, most of the time. But no. He. Chose. You. Congrats."
"That's creepy."
"Indeed. Now, you'll need a fake biography, which I have taken the pleasure of creating for you. I will be in my bedchamber. Three halls down to the left, past two libraries, seventh chamber to the left. Now, I leave you." He handed her the papers and walked away stiffly.
"Stop looking like a squid is up your arse," she said playfully.
Artemis barely gave a smile before continuing to walk stiffly. Again. Stephanie read over her biography silently.
Favorite food: Melon
Hobbies: Chewing gum, exercise, reading
Name: Aliyandra Wright
Age: 34
Race: Caucasian
Eating disorder: Obese
Born: April 13, 1991
Died: December 15, 1998
Cause of death: The birth of an annoying twit
Mother: Ihata
Father: Coushawn
Favorite animal: Cat
Love of my life: Not you
I have sixteen ugly sisters and 43 brothers. If you want to meet my rundown family of evility, go to 19885 W. Cherbrook Road, Manassas, Virginia 76557.
Quote of the week: I hate you.
"This is meeeaan." Stephanie charged down three halls down to the left, past two libraries, seventh chamber to the left. She knocked loud and hard. "ARTEMIS! LET ME I-I-I-I-N!" She hollered. The door opened quietly, and Stephanie burst through the door, slamming it shut hard behind her. "Artemis Whatever-your-middle-name-is Fowl! I am not 34, OR ANY OF THE OTHER CRAP YOU PUT IN THIS BIO!"
"Well, did I not tell you it was fake?"
"Yes but you never said that it was that fake! Do I look 34 to you?"
"Yes."
"You are such an ignorant, bastardly, son of a bi-"
"Shut up!"
"Did I huwt the poow baby's feewings? Ooo. I'm so sowwy," she said in a mocking tone.
Again, I bet you'd never think you'd see the day, but Artemis yelled. Exploded. Became Harry Potter in his 5th year. Evil.
"Just because I have a family that loves me and you don't doesn't mean you have to start fooling, and calling my mom a b-"
Stephanie lunged at him, (Thank God her walking had improved.) and fought tooth and nail. She was thrown off by the amazingly, for one second, strong-version ofArtemis. Stephanie had tears of fury in her eyes. She stood up and ran off somewhere…
Artemis had perhaps started puberty. He rarely ever lashed out in an ignorant rage. And he was developing feelings. Artemis never developed... feelings. Perhaps Stephanie coming had helped this out, or the possibility of even worse-hormones. Artemis had each thought running through his head. But the largest one was, 'I've messed up.'
Quote of the chapter: Perhaps Stephanie coming had helped this out, or the possibility of even worse-hormones. -Artemis Fowl II
And he had indeed messed up, for perhaps someone, a male someone (no, not Shawn or Artemis, OR Butler) may just be sitting, waiting to meet her in the- You shall never know. Na, maybe in the next chapter. And so, my fellow authors and illustrators, and readers, remember this, never anger a Stephanie. Thank you. Have a nice day. Ladadada…
-Frogerita
AUGH. Frogerita won't tell me who it iiiiis. MEANIE. If it's anything disgusting you won't see Frogerita for, oh, quite a while.
Oh, and by the way, I've noticed that most people that get reviews ask for them. Why can't you just be nice and review anyway? I mean, come on! Common courtesy, people.
Regards, Noodle