The Weekend

by Hermione Fowl

'My hairs bright red and I've got a temper to match'/You only get invited if they think you'd be a good match for the Prince, or married to a possibly suitable match/Artemis laughs. "I like you, Polly. You're very independent. You can be my wife." AU, non-elf Holly.

6. Chapter 6

YAY! Not Holly's P.O.V.-Artemis' P.O.V.

I decided I was allowed to kiss Holly, because she punched me. It was a fair trade, and the punch was worth it.

"I hate you," Holly growls once we're in the safety of the car. "First you make me wear a dress, and now I have to kiss you!"

"Yes. You punched me. I thought it was fair." She opened her mouth to argue. "Don't argue please, Polly, it's very unladylike." I only call her Polly to annoy her, and it works.

"It's Holly! How can you marry someone whose name you don't even know?!"

"I do know you. You're Polly Short."

"Ugh! You are the most stupid, self-centered git I have ever met." Great. I'm crying. Brilliant.

"No, I'm not. You've met my mother."

Don't punch him, I tell myself sternly. Last time you did that he kissed you. It's not worth it.

"Oh! You're crying! Wow. I didn't think you were that sort of girl."

"I do have feelings, unlike you."

"Feelings for me? Or against."

"Definitely against."

"Your mean."

"Your stupid."

"Your mean."

"Your stupid."

"Your mean."

"Shut up."

"Ha! I win! You forfeited!"

"I'm going to bed now. Goodbye."

"Can I come?"

She ignored me, storming off. God, she looked hot.

"Goodnight, Princess!"

"Not a Princess."

"Yet."