Artemis's Diary, Entry #1
A/N: Again, this is sort of a one sided AxH drabble. I was going to use this in AFF, but I decided against it. Expect about two more updates, including this one, today. I'll update more as I finish more stories.
What makes me happy? There are three main things. First there is Holly. Since I am a very efficient multi-tasker, I cannot say that she is all I think about, but she takes up a large portion of my thoughts. I think I am in love with her. I know thes for sure. This is what I love about her.
Her bravery in the face of danger. She never backs down, to the point where it's like the thought never even occurs to her. It might not. Which leads to the second thing I love about her. Her strength. She never gives up and always, always stands up for her beliefs. I also like her fierceness. She's a very intense, up-in-your-face kind of girl.
For her physicality, I love her hair, to start. It's a mix of red and brown, auburn. In the light it looks redder, but when it's dark it looks brown. She also has the perfect body type. Fit, but not too fit, like a bodybuilder's. She's like an Olympian; fast and small. She's very curvy, in a way, and her breasts are perfect. Whatever size hers are, that is the proper size for a girl.
But that's not what makes me happy. What makes me happy is that she cares about me. She doesn't care about the past, but she cares for me no matter what. Just as much as I love her. She is irreplaceable, invaluable. Priceless. I don't know what I'd do if I lost her. I would surely die. If not from grief, then it would be my own hand that does it. That is how much I love her. No ifs, ands, or buts about it. I couldn't live without her.
The second thing is doing something no one has done before. Finding the fairies, for example. If someone hasn't done it, you can be sure that Artemis Fowl the Second will. Intellectual stuff, of course. You won't see me breaking the Guinness world record for push-ups or something.
The third thing that makes me happy is my family. Ever since I returned from Limbo my life has been the same. With two younger brothers I simply do not have the time for plotting that I used to, and I have no wish to bring my brothers into the criminal world.
I enjoy teaching Myles, who is a carbon copy of me. He is like a sponge, absorbing and remembering everything I show him. Beckett is not quite so sharp, but I love playing games with him. Even more so when Holly is playing. Last time we played, I had to get a thermal imaging camera to find her.
Holly is calling. I must go now.
Artemis Fowl the Second