This is just a random filler chapter that I had fun writing. These next few will just be random events leading up to the wedding...Enjoy :)
"Personally, I don't think I should be doing this," Artemis muttered, holding the scissors like they carried the plague.
"Oh Artemis," Holly said, laughing. "I don't mind."
"I know you don't," Artemis stated, placing the scissors on the bathroom counter. "That's what concerns me. The wedding is in two days and you want me to cut your hair."
"All you have to do is chop it off. It annoys me this long."
"I like it," Artemis mumbled.
"I know. That's another reason I want you to cut it. You can't have everything you ask for."
"Please just let me call a hairstylist. They'd know much better what to do than I do." Artemis pulled out his cell phone and glanced around the bathroom for a phone book. There was none to be found, obviously.
Holly rolled her eyes. "The great Artemis Fowl calling for help. I never thought I'd live to see the day."
Artemis shook his head and went into the main bedroom to find his phone book. "This is something I never learned how to do, like cooking. I don't trust myself. I may chop off your ear." He located a phone book, looked up a hair stylist, called them and asked if they made house calls. When the person on the other end said no, Artemis offered to pay them a couple hundred for the hair cut instead of the standard $50. Holly shook her head. Typical Artemis Fowl.
The hair stylist obviously said yes, because Artemis hung up looking very pleased with himself.
"You are so manipulative."
"I offer them money, they won't turn it down, unlike you. What do I have to do to see the dress you picked?" Artemis sat on the bed and motioned for Holly to sit beside him.
She sat. "You can't do anything, because I'm not showing you."
Artemis exhaled. "Fine, I'll just have to wait."
"Yes, you will," Holly said, triumphant.
Artemis frowned, seemingly defeated before he grabbed Holly's shoulders and rolled over so that he was holding himself above her.
She glared at him and tried to push him off. "Artemis Fowl, you will not make me give in again!"
Artemis shrugged. "Are you sure? I probably could. I haven't seemed to have much trouble any other time."
Holly rolled her eyes, still shoving futilely at his chest.
He leaned down to kiss her and she melted. She couldn't be mad when he did this to her. She put a hand behind his head, pulling him closer as he tried not to put to much weight on her. Just because she was bigger than before, didn't mean she couldn't be squashed.
Artemis wasn't sure how long they stayed there before the door to the room swung open. Butler stood in the doorframe, a girl carrying a black bag behind him. She looked slightly freaked out – she couldn't have been more than eighteen years old – but Butler merely rolled his eyes.
"Sorry," he apologized to the girl. He walked over and pulled Holly off the bed as she was now on top of Artemis. "You've got some hairdresser lady here to see you," he informed her as she dangled a foot above the ground looking extremely confused.
Artemis sat up, straightening his shirt and running his fingers through his hair a few times. "We sort of forgot."
"I'll say," Butler replied, setting Holly back on the floor. She frowned and dusted off the front of her shirt.
"Artemis, how about you come with me?" Butler suggested. "Finn's getting a bit cranky that you haven't painted with him in a few days."
Artemis sighed. "I suppose that you're just distracting me, but I may as well come." He looked at Holly. "Come find me when you're done so I can pay her."
Holly nodded and pulled the disturbed hairstylist into the bathroom. She sat on the stool that Artemis had already put in the bathroom and began instructing the girl as to what she wanted done. Holly was surprised that the hair stylist didn't even make a comment on her pointed ears. She probably thought that her and Artemis were strange enough already.