Yeeeah. we started typing the next chapter because I have nothing better to do. Not that we don't love you all! cough-wedon't-cough

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-Frogerita

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There we go! Now, on to the next chapter.

Stephanie fingered blades of grass in the back yard. Her legs were hugged close to her chest, her chin rested on her knees. The mark of tears showed on her cheeks, but she cried no longer. Stephanie learned to control her tears.

A daddy longlegs crawled onto her foot. Stephanie didn't shoo it away. Even though it most likely didn't have facial expressions, it looked content with life. Not a care in the world, except maybe a worry for food. It reminded Stephanie that she should be content, too. She had no reason to cry, or fret, or anything. Just be cool.

She thought about it. Why was she crying, over a stupid fake biography? That's no reason to get worked up. Why, it's just so silly! If she was offended by the biography then she could just make another one herself and thank Artemis for his effort anyway.

Artemis…

Stephanie then realized how terribly rude she had been to the boy, and after so many things he's done for her. In one simple day he had made her life nearly complete. The way she lashed out was absolutely horrid. Stephanie wouldn't be able to bear with herself unless she apologized to Artemis.

She was about to do so until she saw an odd looking person approach the garden gate.
'Who is that?' she thought. He sat down next to her, without invitation. She would have told him off if she was on her property, but she wasn't, so she didn't.

"I'm Ben Cole," he said. "You don't know me yet, but you will. Our destinies are intertwined. You cannot escape." Not only did this freak Stephanie out, but Stephanie began to feel hot. She blushed, no matter how hard she attempted to force back the blush, it didn't work. He grabbed her hand and Stephanie felt a cool sensation swimming throughout her body. A few seconds later, Ben had taken her to a room, but without walking. They had seemed to float there, to a house, in a village. He opened the door and pushed Stephanie in.

A man walked into the room toa long-haired blonde female, who was attempting to feed twin toddlers banana's. "This is bananas," she said, chuckling at the pun. The very, very, very bad pun. The man covered the females eyes and whispered, "Guess who." And I bet you all think she'll say Ben, and it will be Ben. Because she did say Ben, and it was Ben.

Stephanie felt an overwhelming sadness and joy overcome her. She would have two beautiful kids and a perfect husband. But the husband would not be the person that she constantly thought of. "Come, come, come, come…" And it echoed out as she was handed a white rose. He disappeared, and Stephanie opened her eyes. It was not a dream, she knew, for the white rose in her hand was proof.

She shook her head, dropped the rose, and noticed Artemis walking towards her. He had taken his loafers off (Noodle-Good, I hate loafers. The things are ugly, they are.). Stephanie picked up the daddy longlegs in her palm and held it up to her face in a silent 'thank you'. It seemed to wink, even though facial expression still couldn't be seen, and crawled down Stephanie's arm and into the grass. Stephanie's head clear, the conversation started.

Artemis was going to say something, but Stephanie spoke first. "Are you here to apologize?" She was calm.

"Eh?" Artemis looked somewhat confused.

"Because if you aren't, I'm okay with it," she told him. "I'm the one who should apologize."

"You, apologize?" Artemis waved the thought off. "Nonsense. I shouldn't have written the biography without notifying you in the first place. If anyone is to apologize it's me." He sat cross-legged in the grass across from Stephanie.

"No, I got angry over nothing. It's me who should apologize."

"No. I'm apologizing. End of story, good-bye, get over it."

Stephanie laughed. "You're dumb."

"Oh, and you aren't?" Artemis asked playfully, smirking.

"Nope."

"Nope ain't a word."

They both giggled. It was as if all emotional injuries were healing before them, just because they were laughing and joking with each other.

Suddenly Stephanie noticed two ladybugs doing something in the grass that small children shouldn't read about. She pointed it out to Artemis. "Lookit the ladybugs."

He looked down at the ladybugs. "Oh my."

"That's icky."

Artemis 'psh-ed'. "How do you think you were born, eh?"

"Not like that, I wasn't!" Stephanie exclaimed, giggling again.

"What, did you hatch from an egg?" Artemis smirked once more.

"Yes."

There was silence at first, then a great burst of laughter. That was when everything became okay again, everything was alright. It felt to both of them that the world couldn't get any happier, and everything revolved around their joy. Fights, crime, hate, sadness, it didn't exist anymore. It had evaporated because they were enjoying each other's company.

When they calmed down Stephanie started a conversation on eye color. "I like yours," she complimented. "They look like the color of my birthstone."

"Sapphire?"

"Yuh-huh. They're very pretty."

Artemis blushed for the third, maybe fourth time that day. "Thank you; I inherited my iris color from my father."

"Really? Lucky duck."

That launched a huge conversation about numerous things: Weather, nature, pollution, bugs, most anything you can name. They went on and on, never running out of subjects, ideas and guesses about something or another.

This went on until the sun set, when they had to go inside before they caught a chill. Even as the sun lowered, however, a new friendship was just rising over the horizon.

4/10/06

I found a blank diary in the room I'm staying in and Artemis said I could use it to write down what I want. So, I'm now to introduce myself. I am the magnificent Stephanie, former mermaid and princess. I'm fourteen and have blonde hair and blue-green-gray eyes. I'm not that tall for a human, but I don't mind. It doesn't matter.

Today was especially eventful. Today I actually became a human, and how joyous I feel to be so. The sky is the limit for me, and I don't plan to waste the opportunity to reach for what I believe in. After all, I've received my freedoms. It's all because of Artemis Fowl the Second.

Artemis, hmm, he's alright. A bit stiff at times but he can let out, if you just push the right buttons (No profanity, thank you). He has the most beautiful eyes I've ever seen, though. I envy them with all my heart. Not enough to be bitter at Artemis, but just enough to make me want to tear his eyes out and wear them as gems on my fingers. I've noticed that if he's in the right light, his eyes make him look…I don't know. It just gives me a funny feeling.

His parents are nice, oh so very nice. I think I'll steal those along with Artemis' eyes, if I have the time. They treat me as if I've lived here for ages and ages. They feel like parents to me, for some reason.

I have to go; this dumb pencil's giving me hand cramps. I'll have to find some sort of pencil grip tomorrow…

Artemis sat cross-legged on his bed in his pajamas, twirling a pen between his fingers because Stephanie had gone to bed and he had nothing better to do.

He thought about Stephanie, about her eyes. They would change color with her mood. When he first approached her after the fight they were a greenish blue. As they furthered their conversation and lightened up, however, they turned a bright, sky blue. Stephanie looked pretty when they were blue, when she was happy…

Wait. Pretty? Artemis would've expected himself to use a bigger word than 'pretty', if he were to use a word of the sort at all. Was he going mental, or was it something else? He was sure he wasn't going mental, so it obviously must've been something else.

Artemis resolved to ignore it until later. Much later.

Juliet and Stephanie came back from the clothing store sometime during noon the next day. Stephanie figured that she couldn't keep wearing Juliet's clothes, for that would be rude.

Stephanie came back wearing an orange baby tee, corduroy orange pants, an orange mini-skirt over those pants, fuzzy, pastel blue Converse and an orange bucket hat with flower imprints.

Artemis had to stare. "What, pray tell, are you wearing?" he asked, obviously oblivious as to who would wear such an ensemble.

"Clothes," Stephanie answered simply, shrugging. She acted as if nothing was out of the ordinary.

For the rest of the day Stephanie spent her time rearranging her guest room the way she wanted it with some things they bought on the way home. When she was finished at the end of the day her new sheets were blue and covered with moons and stars. On her dresser were glass spirals with yellow glass moons mounted neatly on the tips. She stuck a decal one could take off and reuse any time on the window that looked like stained glass. It had constellations on it, scattered over a black-blue background. Plastic stars hung from the ceiling by transparent string that spun a little when the room got cold. The ordinary light bulb for the room was replaced with a blue one that created a glow that looked like moonlight.

"This should be your room," Stephanie told Artemis. "It matches with your eyes."

"It matches with your eyes just as well as it does mine," he said.

Only Artemis knew what he really meant. Her eyes were lovely, and Stephanie had made her room lovely as well. She made it an outdoor utopia inside, a celestial palace all for herself.

He thought the room was beautiful, just as he thought Stephanie's eyes were beautiful.

Yeah, I know, very cheesy and short. But you know what? I typed this all myself. So you can bug off. Okay? Okay.

Regards, Noodle

Oh, and thanks to everyone who reviewed the story. I appreciate it!

So she says! I added a good deal to the chapter to my fair Noodle!

-Frogerita

update You could've erased my other note, Frogerita. I would have written another one. But no, you had to go and be lazy…

Regards, Noodle