Artemis Fowl and the Techno Takeover

Feelings,Tequila,and Tangos "Wanna Talk about it?"

Hey, my people! It's your weirdo writer, Jinx! Tell me how you like the new chapter. Criticism, praise, completely random crap bout chicken butt. Anything at all! You write it I'll listen. Sorry it toke so long to! If it makes you feel any better you I'll try to make the next one really humorous and just plane wrong. Sighhhhhhhhhh, poor Arty is gonna be traumatized, I hope he can recover at some point in time. Probaly when hes eighty ^_^.

O.k now I'm just trying to make this chapter longer. Soooo here you go! OH, WAIT!!!!!!!! I have one more thing!!! FOUR!!!!!! Hhahahaha, somewhere out there, a fifteen year old Artemis/ Orian just died. Just reread Atlantis Complex. O.k, now, seriously, here's the story. Hope you like it my lovelies!

Holly stared blankly at Artemis. She then felt a great sadness for the boy. Her insides twisted like the vary worms beneath her feet, hidden from the light, withering."Arty,' she spoke desperately, from the heart ",first of all I know that there are boundaries. I respect them. Second of all, I am your friend! It doesn't matter that weather or not you have it all figure out. I'll be there, standing right beside you every step of the way. O.k? I aways will be. Your the closest thing I've got, Artemis, and I'll never give up on you. Ever."

Holly sucked in sharply, preparing herself for his reply. Artemis, who was looking at his loafers, tilted his head up ward and sat up straight in his chair. He clutched her shoulders tightly with his pale digits

"I know," he whispered "Holly, I know." Then he engulfed her in an embrace, holding her tightly. Holly knew that this was a good thing. At least in this moment, things were okay. At least in this moment, the usually overly independent Artemis did not shun her, and close himself off from the rest of the world. But,,, was it a good thing? Even though she was extremely happy, she was extremely nervous of what had made him act this way. What ever it was it couldn't be good.

The situation had to be bad enough that that Artemis was actually showing his emotions. Not because he wanted to, because he had to. He knew that if he just bottled it all up that he may not be relieved from what he was feeling, but still. His pride would never allow him to tell all his secrets.

She could tell all of this just by the way he was acting. By the way he looked right now, not understanding. By the way that he was hugging her. It scarred her how well she was beginning to know him.

Artemis blinked, then hurriedly released Holly and sat back in his chair  awkwardly adjusting his long bangs. His companion just smiled in a exasperated  way. That was the Arty she knew. It did not purge the nauseating worry from her mind. No, it definitely did not. She shoved it into the back of her mind for later, but now, they were going to have fun. Like normal friends would do. Although, some how, she knew that they would never be normal. Anyone who was close friends with Artemis Fowl the Second couldn't be. She did have to ask at least one question, though.

"Um, feelings. Wanna talk about it?" Artemis looked up and smirked one smirk out of the one hundred she received every day.

"I know you couldn't resist at least one question." He folded his hand on the table. "My reply is no. I''ll avoid it if I can, thank you vary much," he said as if he were having a conversation with the president. Actually, he would talk to the president  with some what less respect most likely. 

Holly grinned sadly and rolled her eyes, but then she smiled maliciously.

"Come on, Mudboy, stop being so formal." She toke his hand and shook it rapidly "I am Holly Short and you are Artemis Fowl Junior." Artemis  rose an eyebrow and eyed her cautiously. Never had she acted like this before.

"I prefer Artemis Fowl the Second as you well know. What are you thinking, Holly. " He tilted his head curiously, making his hair fall to the left. He narrowed his bright blue and hazel nut brown eyes, scrutinizing her.

"It's just that your up, and I think you should get in touch with your athletic side, if you have one, to work really hard at getting your bowl on." She smiled sweetly. A kitten with venomous claws. And poisonous teeth. Oh, and don't forget the spiked tail. Artemis looked as if the last thing he wanted to do was "get his bowl on." On the list it was right under locking himself in a air tight room with a Mulch Diggums who just ate ten large cans of  baked beans, aluminum and all.

"What is the cost that I will pay if I just happened to leave the bowling alley?,"  Artemis asked, a slight more agitated then he was a few seconds ago. 

" Nothing," she sighed "you just may happen to find a photograph of your sixteenth birthday all over the People's Internet where there appears to have been a shirtless boy who looks an awful lot like you in a situation that involves a large bottle of tequila, a certain Foaly, and and a vary interesting tango."

The boy shot out off his seat as if his own personal hurricane had blown him out of it, and scrambled to heft another bowling ball of the rack. Holly smirked Artemis's own "Fowl Boy Smirk." Oh, it was a vary interesting dance indeed.