Alright, here's my second foray into this category of fan fiction, I hope it's fine, but if not let me know! I'm always looking for ways to improve my writing. This is just another modified journal entry from my writer's craft course, enjoy!
I don't own Young Justice, they are the property of DC Comics.
"I thought it was a good offer." I informed my friend.
"No, not really – not a good idea for me anyway." She replied.
"Oh." I mumbled as I sipped on my straw, sucking up part of the chocolate milkshake I had ordered while I listened to the silence left behind by my failed question.
"I didn't mean that it was a bad idea Richard, I just meant that it wouldn't work well for me. I don't have as much free time as you do." She glanced up at me before turning back to her bowl of ice cream after our eyes met.
"Well, I just figured – since you're new to the school and all – that you might want to join a club or a team, or something like that." I glanced at her and felt strange having nothing obstructing or altering my view like my sunglasses or mask normally would when I was around her.
"I'm… not much of a team person, really."
"You could've fooled me." I saw her eyes flash in confusion before she turned her head to stare out the window of the small ice cream shop I had dragged her to.
'I better be a little more subtle.' I thought to myself quickly, remembering that while it was fun to have her around, I had to be careful not to let her catch on or cause her to become suspicious of me. Artemis Crock was a thinker, I knew that much. She had gotten into the academy on a scholarship that she apparently hadn't even applied for. 'Speaking of which,' I reminded myself, 'I've really got to check into that later….'
Artemis turned back to me and said, "I… sort of already have a team."
"Really?" I asked. My enthusiasm was a little over done, but I was curious as to what sort of story she had concocted to explain her 'team'. I played along though and quickly asked more questions, "What kind of team? One from your old school? 'Cause you know our school could totally school them."
Artemis just glared.
"What?" I asked incredulously.
She shook her head and muttered, "Nothing. It's not really a school team. Sometimes we don't even act like much of a team. Well, some of us anyway."
Artemis looked at me over the table and informed me in a completely serious tone of voice, "It's super exclusive though, even more so than the academy."
"Really?" I leaned forward and rested my elbows on the table, clasping my hands in front of my face. "Sounds like my kind of team." 'And she doesn't even know the half of it.' I added silently.
Artemis merely rolled her eyes as she gathered up her books from the table and the bench she was sitting on as she informed me, "Sorry Richard, but when I say exclusive, I mean it. Even all your daddy's money couldn't get you in." She paused as she hefted her bulging backpack and looked me over briefly. "And believe me, it's not your kind of team. Even I hardly made the cut."
We looked at each other for a moment before I shrugged and said, "Oh well, it was just a thought born from a suggestion."
Artemis matched my smirk and waved as she left, calling over her shoulder, "See you tomorrow!"
'Actually,' I thought to myself as I gathered up my school stuff, 'I'll see you in an hour, just not as Richard….' I chuckled as I left money on the table to pay for the bill. With one last haunting laugh as I left the restaurant, I did what I do best – disappear.
Well, it was short, but that's the point of our journals, we only spend ten minutes on them in class….
If anyone would like to see this story or my previous story, The Silent Shadow continued or developed in some way shape or form, let me know what sort of ideas you have and maybe I can make these little one shots into multi chaptered stories.
But anyway, hope you all enjoyed!