Artemis Fowl Fan Fiction ❯ Brand New Love Story ❯ Finally, A Use For Cellphones ( Chapter 2 )
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By: Sleep Remedy 
It's very hot at the Fowl manor and the heat is doing nothing to sweeten Artemis' mood after Remy fails to call.
Non Anime: Artemis Fowl Fan Fiction | Genre(s): Angst / Horror / Hentai / Comedy | Type: Yaoi | Uploaded On: 08.28.2006 | Updated On: 08.24.2008 | Pages: 2 | Words: 3.2K | Visits: 432 | Status: Completed
It's very hot at the Fowl manor and the heat is doing nothing to sweeten Artemis' mood after Remy fails to call.
Non Anime: Artemis Fowl Fan Fiction | Genre(s): Angst / Horror / Hentai / Comedy | Type: Yaoi | Uploaded On: 08.28.2006 | Updated On: 08.24.2008 | Pages: 2 | Words: 3.2K | Visits: 432 | Status: Completed
“Brand New Love Song”
-Written by Sleep Remedy
Disclaimer: I do not lay claim on the Artemis Fowl series, written by Eoin Colfer and published by Hyperion and Miramax ((Yup, Miramax has it's own books ... apparently)). That is why this is called a dis-claimer. I disclaim the original characters and back story. However, I do claim the words and storyline within here, so please don't steal them or I shall be royally pissed.
Warning: Okay, there shall be some sexual innuendos in here somewhere, since there will be a lot of interactions between Artemis and certain others. There will also be some suppressed sexual feelings from Butler, but only if you can spot them ((hint, hint, nudge, nudge)). Those under eighteen, do not enter.
Chapter Two: Finally, A Use For Cellphones.
Two days. It has been two days. I have not seen him for two days and I am already prepared to tear my own hair out in worry. He had told me that he was going on a trip on his uncle's yacht around the coast of Italy as soon as he got out of school, but he should still have reception, a working pay phone at one of the docks, a bloody telegraph, something! But, no. Here I sit, a mess to all who see me, and for what? A normal and senseless little boy! It is useless to worry, I know that. But, it is so hard not too. He promised he would contact me as soon as he got onto the water, but I have yet to hear a thing.
“Artemis?” Butler shook me out of my inward rant. “Are you doing any better?”
Oh, yes. The air conditioning was broken. I had forgotten to say. You see, I was a mess and that was apparent to everyone. Thankfully, everyone thought that I was such a mess because of the ungodly hot within the mansion and I refused to go outside and try to find a breeze (I burn easier than an albino on the roof of the empire state building). Therefore, I was to be found sitting in the entrance hall on the floor with my shirt open and my shoes off in front off an ancient box fan. Just hold that image in your mind for a minute ... Alright, we may move on.
“A little better,” I replied to Butler, looking up from my spot on the marble floor . “Have you fixed the central air, yet?” I asked, cocking my head to the side.
He knew what I meant. I had insisted the moment it broke that we call a repair man, but for some unknown reason Butler insisted that he could fix it. As the children these days might say, 'Whatever'.
“Not yet. I just can't seem to find the center of the problem, though I know I must be getting closer. It's only a matter of time, now, Artemis. Just wait a little bit longer,” he reassured me. Although, he must not have been doing a very good job, because I did not feel very reassured.
The whole time that he was speaking to me, his eyes kept bearing down on me. It made me quite uncomfortable, as you might guess. I knew that I must have looked quite different in such a disarranged state, but he had seen me in much stranger situations. Not to mention the fact that he himself insisted on walking about without any shirt on as well. I had already scolded him, but he had retorted that it was very hot working on the central air out in back of the house, when I hardly thought it was quite that hot. Butler was not the kind of man to walk about showing so much skin. He was very professional about the way he acted. That is why his behavior was so very strange today. Oh well, perhaps the heat was beginning to overheat his central cortex or some such thing.
“I ... suppose I'll get back to work, now,” he said, somewhat insecurely. I could not blame him, I was purposely being cold and ignoring him, putting my face close to the fan to get as much air as I could. I refused to make eye contact and I was in no way interested in stroking his ego.
“Are you waiting for him to call?” Butler asked, seemingly from out of nowhere.
His question caught me off guard, since I had thought that he had left already. More than that, I could not really figure out what he was talking about for a moment. Then, it hit me. I had not had my cellphone outside of arm's reach since school left out. It must have been obvious to Butler, as I rarely used my cellphone, except to keep in touch with him. In that way, it must have been very strange. Now, to decide to answer him or continue to ignore him...
I did not get the chance to decide, as my cellphone began to sound out Beethoven's No. 9 Symphony. Suddenly, my hand, acting completely on its own, whipped out and snatched the cellphone up in a single breath. How that happened, I do not know.
“Hello?” I asked immediately. I could hear Butler shift his weight and felt his eyes pierce into my back. I really wished he would not act like that.
“Hey, Artemis! How's your summer going?” asked a familiar grating English accented voice. Although, not the voice I thought it would be.
“Fairly well...” I said, already feeling disappointed. This was not Remy calling, it was one of Remy's acquaintances that I had accidentally made friends with. This boy's name was Jack, and he was very outspoken, yet extremely intelligent for his appearance. I enjoyed having conversations with him and absolutely loved the fact that he had the strength of heart and mind to butt heads with me and not let it affect his image of me. That was very big of him. He acted much older than his age, quite pleasantly.
“Glad to hear it, glad to hear it! Doing anything interesting, or are you just sitting in front of the computer, flaming poor little Rocket Scientists?” he asked, laughing at his own joke.
“It is much to hot to do anything that has anything to do with flames...” I said, falling onto my back and enjoying the cold feel of the marble against my skin. As I did so, I heard Butler slowly walk towards me and sit down nearby. He was going to survey my conversation, quite obviously. Ha! He thought I was talking to Remy.
“Hm? You can't tell me the 'Everything-state-of-the-art-Artemis' doesn't have a basic window air conditioner?” he asked, with that underlying laugh in his voice again.
“It does seem that way, does it not? At the moment, the air is broken and it is oh-so-hot here, you know?” I said, fanning myself a little and putting on that classic playful voice. I got my satisfactory fidgeting from Butler, so I decided to keep it up.
“What's this? Playing a joke on someone, Artemis?” he asked. There we go, good Jack, you always were quick!
“Mmm... Maybe. Want to play too?” I asked, rubbing my feet together playfully. Unfortunately, I got a dis-satisfied grunt from Butler, so I only thought it would be right to turn around and give him a glare that said, 'Go away'.
“Of course, of course. So, what are you doing to keep cool, Pretty Baby?” he asked, putting on his flirt voice as well.
“Well, I have stripped a considerable amount, because of the heat...” I said, faking thoughtfulness. This time I got Butler to bark out my name in reprimand.
“You know, you should really be telling this to Remy...” Jack said, falling out of character easily.
“Pfft!” I shot back, already pushed out of character as well. Sitting up, I forgot that Butler was there and said, “What kind of whore do you think I am? We are not like that at all.”
“Artemis! Give me that!” Butler yelled, with surprising projection, and snatched the small phone out of my hand bringing it to his ear to hear “Remy's” reply and probably scream at him.
“I'm just saying that you shouldn't go playing these games behind Remy's back. It would make him sad to see his immaculate Artemis behaving in such a way, you know?”
It was almost pure luck that I could hear Jack's reply. It was probably a combination of the fact that I was practically crawling on top of Butler to get the phone back, the echoing ability of the hall, and the volume of the phone, which I had turned up to full so that I absolutely would not miss Remy if he did call. ... Which he had not, yet.
“See? It is not Remy, I was just acting idiotic! Give it back to me,” I demanded, stepping back and holding out my hand expectantly.
“Humph!” Butler harrumphed, and handed over the cellphone grudgingly.
“Sorry, Jack, I have to go now,” I said, still ruffled from Butler's behavior about this whole thing. Very unprofessional.
“You in trouble?” he asked simply.
“Of course not! But, I will tell you later ... Maybe,” I said and hung up before he could reply.
“Who was that, Artemis?” Butler asked, using that same tone he had used in the car the day before yesterday. That way he had of talking down to me when he was upset really and truly rubbed me the wrong way.
“Maybe when you are in your right mind again and your frontal lobe has re-congealed we can speak, but until then I would like to not hear from you,” I spoke through my teeth, refusing to allow this to become a true-to-life argument. There was no argument to be had, after all. Butler was clearly out of his mind that day, so there was no point in trying to speak to him. No point that I saw, at least.
I stormed up the stairs and walked into my stifling hot bedroom and quickly regretted moving higher into the house. It was much hotter a level up, than it was on the ground floor. Still, I would much rather be roasting than orally duking it out with Butler down below. I hated fighting with him deeply as I considered him my closest friend, but his behavior that day made me question that and that scared me, quite frankly. He was acting so differently from his normal self, it threw me off.
“Damn this heat!” I spat under my breath. Finally giving in, I ripped off my shirt and flopped down in the middle of the floor. The carpet made my back itch, but the fact that it was covered in sweat helped to ease the irritation a little bit. I felt so nasty and dirty, covered in dried sweat that was then covered in wet sweat that would soon dry and then be covered by another layer of sweat. It was disgusting. I wanted to take a shower, but to take a nice cold shower I would have to get up and walk all the way across the room to the bathroom and take off my pants. What a bother. I would have to create a portable teleportation machine one of these days. Still, a shower would have been nice and my back was beginning to get carpet imprints in it. Oh, but how I loathed to walk. Yet, I would not have to wear pants in the shower. Fuck it, the shower won.
Getting up with a groan, I began to make the long trek to the shower, shedding my pants on the way and throwing them in the general direction of the bed, leaving my silk boxers on, just in case I was walked in upon. Then, just as I reached the door to the bathroom and the thoughts of icy cold water on my back were reaching their peak, my cellphone (which had been laying on the floor somewhere), rang. Well, I was almost at the bathroom, but I was also still in mind-numbing worry over Remy. But, what if it was just Jack again? But, what if it was Remy? But, what about my god damed shower!
Meanwhile, the phone had finished off its first round of Beethoven's 9th and would soon be picked up by my voice mail. 'Fuck it,' I said to myself for the second time that day, letting go of the doorknob and running back to the middle of the room.
“Hello?” I asked, disgruntled. If it was Jack, I was going to murder him slowly and painfully. More realistically, he would get nothing, but glares through the first week of school. But, it would still be quite unpleasant for him!
“Sorry, am I interrupting something?” Remy asked.
'Praise the Lord!' I thought silently. I even fell to my knees clasping the cellphone in both hands and saying the Lord's Prayer quickly.
“Artemis? Hey, are you there? Um, did I catch you at church or something?” I could hear coming from the small speakers.
“No no, I am sorry! I was just glad that you called. What happened? You said that you would much call sooner than this...” I whined a little. I had faith that he was not distracted by some blond bimbo, but it still stung that he might not need me as much as I needed him.
“Well,” he began, a strong marking of a long story. “Long story short;” See what I mean? I know him to well. “The phone on the boat was down, so I wasn't able to call you out on the water like I had been planning too. I had to wait until we docked at the next port town to call you. I'm really about that, but I did miss you. Did you miss me?” he asked playfully. He knew that I hated when he tried to play love games with me, but lately he had been getting me to play with him more and more often.
“Not even a little bit,” I answered promptly. It was best to make him squirm first.
“No way! Not even a little tiny microscopic bit?” he asked.
“Truthfully?” I inquired back, giving in. This would make it end easier.
“Of course! How much did you miss me?”
“All pf this waiting for you to call has made me stir crazy! I thought that you had been eaten by a carnivorous Killer Whale! You have to promise me you will not make me wait like that again. I am not very patient, you might remember?” I said, truthfully. He could always tell when I was telling him the truth, so this would hopefully bring him back from love-land.
Remy paused for a minute and I was afraid that I had been to truthful. I wondered if that was to clingy of a comment for him.
“I promise,” he said quietly. “I'll definitely call you every time we come into port,” he said determinedly. Oh dear, I believed (correctly) that I had stoked his ego a bit too much.
“Anyway,” he said, trying to transition from his previously serious mood. “How has your summer been so far?” he asked cheerfully.
“Not very enjoyable,” I said miserably.
“It can't be that bad without me, can it?” he asked, chuckling.
“It is not that, you idiot! The air conditioning is broken and you interrupted me just as I was going to take a shower!” I pouted to him.
“Is that why it took you so long to answer? You can go ahead and start, I'll hang up when you're ready to get in and call you back tonight!” he suggested happily.
“Sigh, that sounds like a good idea,” I said, pushing myself up off the floor and dragging myself back to the bathroom door again.
“Other than the temperature, though ... ?” he asked suggestively.
“Oh yes, I meant to tell you I just got into a fight with Butler.”
“That big scary guy?” he asked a little worriedly.
“Yes. He is usually very steadfast, but today he has been acting so strangely ... I have to admit, it has thrown me off quite a bit.”
“That's to bad. I hope there's nothing wrong with him,” he commented.
“Yes. Really, I think he is just angry about you and I. I told him about our relationship in the car after school left out,”
“Oh? How did he take it. Not too bad, I hope.”
“No, not that bad at all. At least, he has not tracked you down and given you electro-shock therapy.”
“Aha, real funny,” Remy said, sarcastically.
“It would be if I was kidding. Still, it does not explain why he is acting the way he is today... Ah! That is quite nice and cold.”
“Your shower's ready?” he asked.
“Yes, sorry. I will have to let you go.”
“Alright, just answer me one question; How naked are you right now?”
“-beep!-” I hung up on him. There would be no more love games for him that day.
As I stepped into the shower, I had to slowly ease myself under the spray. It was a very refreshing cold, but a shocking one none the less. I was fully under the water when I heard someone open the door.
“Butler?” I asked, poking my head out from behind the shower curtain. Or, rather, I tried to ask, but never got the chance as my mouth was covered with a rankly smelling damp cloth. I saw a stern face and icy blue eyes and then everything began to spin and turn black. I do not remember what happened after that.
Authoress Note: Dun, dun, dun! That's right, I left you at a cliff hanger! Now, I demand reviews! You shall review me or I shall devour your souls, or, the next best thing, I will not post the next chapter. And, no! I will not accept someone posting five reviews! That doesn't count! I want five people to review this fan fiction, or I shall not post the next chapter ((which is already under construction, but I'll keep it to myself anyway – I'm evil)). More than that, I want you guys to become involved! That's right, this story can take one of two turns from here. One leads towards Remy, the other towards Butler. Depending on the number of votes I get for either in the next week or so, will influence the flow of the story. Much love!
-Written by Sleep Remedy
Disclaimer: I do not lay claim on the Artemis Fowl series, written by Eoin Colfer and published by Hyperion and Miramax ((Yup, Miramax has it's own books ... apparently)). That is why this is called a dis-claimer. I disclaim the original characters and back story. However, I do claim the words and storyline within here, so please don't steal them or I shall be royally pissed.
Warning: Okay, there shall be some sexual innuendos in here somewhere, since there will be a lot of interactions between Artemis and certain others. There will also be some suppressed sexual feelings from Butler, but only if you can spot them ((hint, hint, nudge, nudge)). Those under eighteen, do not enter.
Chapter Two: Finally, A Use For Cellphones.
Two days. It has been two days. I have not seen him for two days and I am already prepared to tear my own hair out in worry. He had told me that he was going on a trip on his uncle's yacht around the coast of Italy as soon as he got out of school, but he should still have reception, a working pay phone at one of the docks, a bloody telegraph, something! But, no. Here I sit, a mess to all who see me, and for what? A normal and senseless little boy! It is useless to worry, I know that. But, it is so hard not too. He promised he would contact me as soon as he got onto the water, but I have yet to hear a thing.
“Artemis?” Butler shook me out of my inward rant. “Are you doing any better?”
Oh, yes. The air conditioning was broken. I had forgotten to say. You see, I was a mess and that was apparent to everyone. Thankfully, everyone thought that I was such a mess because of the ungodly hot within the mansion and I refused to go outside and try to find a breeze (I burn easier than an albino on the roof of the empire state building). Therefore, I was to be found sitting in the entrance hall on the floor with my shirt open and my shoes off in front off an ancient box fan. Just hold that image in your mind for a minute ... Alright, we may move on.
“A little better,” I replied to Butler, looking up from my spot on the marble floor . “Have you fixed the central air, yet?” I asked, cocking my head to the side.
He knew what I meant. I had insisted the moment it broke that we call a repair man, but for some unknown reason Butler insisted that he could fix it. As the children these days might say, 'Whatever'.
“Not yet. I just can't seem to find the center of the problem, though I know I must be getting closer. It's only a matter of time, now, Artemis. Just wait a little bit longer,” he reassured me. Although, he must not have been doing a very good job, because I did not feel very reassured.
The whole time that he was speaking to me, his eyes kept bearing down on me. It made me quite uncomfortable, as you might guess. I knew that I must have looked quite different in such a disarranged state, but he had seen me in much stranger situations. Not to mention the fact that he himself insisted on walking about without any shirt on as well. I had already scolded him, but he had retorted that it was very hot working on the central air out in back of the house, when I hardly thought it was quite that hot. Butler was not the kind of man to walk about showing so much skin. He was very professional about the way he acted. That is why his behavior was so very strange today. Oh well, perhaps the heat was beginning to overheat his central cortex or some such thing.
“I ... suppose I'll get back to work, now,” he said, somewhat insecurely. I could not blame him, I was purposely being cold and ignoring him, putting my face close to the fan to get as much air as I could. I refused to make eye contact and I was in no way interested in stroking his ego.
“Are you waiting for him to call?” Butler asked, seemingly from out of nowhere.
His question caught me off guard, since I had thought that he had left already. More than that, I could not really figure out what he was talking about for a moment. Then, it hit me. I had not had my cellphone outside of arm's reach since school left out. It must have been obvious to Butler, as I rarely used my cellphone, except to keep in touch with him. In that way, it must have been very strange. Now, to decide to answer him or continue to ignore him...
I did not get the chance to decide, as my cellphone began to sound out Beethoven's No. 9 Symphony. Suddenly, my hand, acting completely on its own, whipped out and snatched the cellphone up in a single breath. How that happened, I do not know.
“Hello?” I asked immediately. I could hear Butler shift his weight and felt his eyes pierce into my back. I really wished he would not act like that.
“Hey, Artemis! How's your summer going?” asked a familiar grating English accented voice. Although, not the voice I thought it would be.
“Fairly well...” I said, already feeling disappointed. This was not Remy calling, it was one of Remy's acquaintances that I had accidentally made friends with. This boy's name was Jack, and he was very outspoken, yet extremely intelligent for his appearance. I enjoyed having conversations with him and absolutely loved the fact that he had the strength of heart and mind to butt heads with me and not let it affect his image of me. That was very big of him. He acted much older than his age, quite pleasantly.
“Glad to hear it, glad to hear it! Doing anything interesting, or are you just sitting in front of the computer, flaming poor little Rocket Scientists?” he asked, laughing at his own joke.
“It is much to hot to do anything that has anything to do with flames...” I said, falling onto my back and enjoying the cold feel of the marble against my skin. As I did so, I heard Butler slowly walk towards me and sit down nearby. He was going to survey my conversation, quite obviously. Ha! He thought I was talking to Remy.
“Hm? You can't tell me the 'Everything-state-of-the-art-Artemis' doesn't have a basic window air conditioner?” he asked, with that underlying laugh in his voice again.
“It does seem that way, does it not? At the moment, the air is broken and it is oh-so-hot here, you know?” I said, fanning myself a little and putting on that classic playful voice. I got my satisfactory fidgeting from Butler, so I decided to keep it up.
“What's this? Playing a joke on someone, Artemis?” he asked. There we go, good Jack, you always were quick!
“Mmm... Maybe. Want to play too?” I asked, rubbing my feet together playfully. Unfortunately, I got a dis-satisfied grunt from Butler, so I only thought it would be right to turn around and give him a glare that said, 'Go away'.
“Of course, of course. So, what are you doing to keep cool, Pretty Baby?” he asked, putting on his flirt voice as well.
“Well, I have stripped a considerable amount, because of the heat...” I said, faking thoughtfulness. This time I got Butler to bark out my name in reprimand.
“You know, you should really be telling this to Remy...” Jack said, falling out of character easily.
“Pfft!” I shot back, already pushed out of character as well. Sitting up, I forgot that Butler was there and said, “What kind of whore do you think I am? We are not like that at all.”
“Artemis! Give me that!” Butler yelled, with surprising projection, and snatched the small phone out of my hand bringing it to his ear to hear “Remy's” reply and probably scream at him.
“I'm just saying that you shouldn't go playing these games behind Remy's back. It would make him sad to see his immaculate Artemis behaving in such a way, you know?”
It was almost pure luck that I could hear Jack's reply. It was probably a combination of the fact that I was practically crawling on top of Butler to get the phone back, the echoing ability of the hall, and the volume of the phone, which I had turned up to full so that I absolutely would not miss Remy if he did call. ... Which he had not, yet.
“See? It is not Remy, I was just acting idiotic! Give it back to me,” I demanded, stepping back and holding out my hand expectantly.
“Humph!” Butler harrumphed, and handed over the cellphone grudgingly.
“Sorry, Jack, I have to go now,” I said, still ruffled from Butler's behavior about this whole thing. Very unprofessional.
“You in trouble?” he asked simply.
“Of course not! But, I will tell you later ... Maybe,” I said and hung up before he could reply.
“Who was that, Artemis?” Butler asked, using that same tone he had used in the car the day before yesterday. That way he had of talking down to me when he was upset really and truly rubbed me the wrong way.
“Maybe when you are in your right mind again and your frontal lobe has re-congealed we can speak, but until then I would like to not hear from you,” I spoke through my teeth, refusing to allow this to become a true-to-life argument. There was no argument to be had, after all. Butler was clearly out of his mind that day, so there was no point in trying to speak to him. No point that I saw, at least.
I stormed up the stairs and walked into my stifling hot bedroom and quickly regretted moving higher into the house. It was much hotter a level up, than it was on the ground floor. Still, I would much rather be roasting than orally duking it out with Butler down below. I hated fighting with him deeply as I considered him my closest friend, but his behavior that day made me question that and that scared me, quite frankly. He was acting so differently from his normal self, it threw me off.
“Damn this heat!” I spat under my breath. Finally giving in, I ripped off my shirt and flopped down in the middle of the floor. The carpet made my back itch, but the fact that it was covered in sweat helped to ease the irritation a little bit. I felt so nasty and dirty, covered in dried sweat that was then covered in wet sweat that would soon dry and then be covered by another layer of sweat. It was disgusting. I wanted to take a shower, but to take a nice cold shower I would have to get up and walk all the way across the room to the bathroom and take off my pants. What a bother. I would have to create a portable teleportation machine one of these days. Still, a shower would have been nice and my back was beginning to get carpet imprints in it. Oh, but how I loathed to walk. Yet, I would not have to wear pants in the shower. Fuck it, the shower won.
Getting up with a groan, I began to make the long trek to the shower, shedding my pants on the way and throwing them in the general direction of the bed, leaving my silk boxers on, just in case I was walked in upon. Then, just as I reached the door to the bathroom and the thoughts of icy cold water on my back were reaching their peak, my cellphone (which had been laying on the floor somewhere), rang. Well, I was almost at the bathroom, but I was also still in mind-numbing worry over Remy. But, what if it was just Jack again? But, what if it was Remy? But, what about my god damed shower!
Meanwhile, the phone had finished off its first round of Beethoven's 9th and would soon be picked up by my voice mail. 'Fuck it,' I said to myself for the second time that day, letting go of the doorknob and running back to the middle of the room.
“Hello?” I asked, disgruntled. If it was Jack, I was going to murder him slowly and painfully. More realistically, he would get nothing, but glares through the first week of school. But, it would still be quite unpleasant for him!
“Sorry, am I interrupting something?” Remy asked.
'Praise the Lord!' I thought silently. I even fell to my knees clasping the cellphone in both hands and saying the Lord's Prayer quickly.
“Artemis? Hey, are you there? Um, did I catch you at church or something?” I could hear coming from the small speakers.
“No no, I am sorry! I was just glad that you called. What happened? You said that you would much call sooner than this...” I whined a little. I had faith that he was not distracted by some blond bimbo, but it still stung that he might not need me as much as I needed him.
“Well,” he began, a strong marking of a long story. “Long story short;” See what I mean? I know him to well. “The phone on the boat was down, so I wasn't able to call you out on the water like I had been planning too. I had to wait until we docked at the next port town to call you. I'm really about that, but I did miss you. Did you miss me?” he asked playfully. He knew that I hated when he tried to play love games with me, but lately he had been getting me to play with him more and more often.
“Not even a little bit,” I answered promptly. It was best to make him squirm first.
“No way! Not even a little tiny microscopic bit?” he asked.
“Truthfully?” I inquired back, giving in. This would make it end easier.
“Of course! How much did you miss me?”
“All pf this waiting for you to call has made me stir crazy! I thought that you had been eaten by a carnivorous Killer Whale! You have to promise me you will not make me wait like that again. I am not very patient, you might remember?” I said, truthfully. He could always tell when I was telling him the truth, so this would hopefully bring him back from love-land.
Remy paused for a minute and I was afraid that I had been to truthful. I wondered if that was to clingy of a comment for him.
“I promise,” he said quietly. “I'll definitely call you every time we come into port,” he said determinedly. Oh dear, I believed (correctly) that I had stoked his ego a bit too much.
“Anyway,” he said, trying to transition from his previously serious mood. “How has your summer been so far?” he asked cheerfully.
“Not very enjoyable,” I said miserably.
“It can't be that bad without me, can it?” he asked, chuckling.
“It is not that, you idiot! The air conditioning is broken and you interrupted me just as I was going to take a shower!” I pouted to him.
“Is that why it took you so long to answer? You can go ahead and start, I'll hang up when you're ready to get in and call you back tonight!” he suggested happily.
“Sigh, that sounds like a good idea,” I said, pushing myself up off the floor and dragging myself back to the bathroom door again.
“Other than the temperature, though ... ?” he asked suggestively.
“Oh yes, I meant to tell you I just got into a fight with Butler.”
“That big scary guy?” he asked a little worriedly.
“Yes. He is usually very steadfast, but today he has been acting so strangely ... I have to admit, it has thrown me off quite a bit.”
“That's to bad. I hope there's nothing wrong with him,” he commented.
“Yes. Really, I think he is just angry about you and I. I told him about our relationship in the car after school left out,”
“Oh? How did he take it. Not too bad, I hope.”
“No, not that bad at all. At least, he has not tracked you down and given you electro-shock therapy.”
“Aha, real funny,” Remy said, sarcastically.
“It would be if I was kidding. Still, it does not explain why he is acting the way he is today... Ah! That is quite nice and cold.”
“Your shower's ready?” he asked.
“Yes, sorry. I will have to let you go.”
“Alright, just answer me one question; How naked are you right now?”
“-beep!-” I hung up on him. There would be no more love games for him that day.
As I stepped into the shower, I had to slowly ease myself under the spray. It was a very refreshing cold, but a shocking one none the less. I was fully under the water when I heard someone open the door.
“Butler?” I asked, poking my head out from behind the shower curtain. Or, rather, I tried to ask, but never got the chance as my mouth was covered with a rankly smelling damp cloth. I saw a stern face and icy blue eyes and then everything began to spin and turn black. I do not remember what happened after that.
Authoress Note: Dun, dun, dun! That's right, I left you at a cliff hanger! Now, I demand reviews! You shall review me or I shall devour your souls, or, the next best thing, I will not post the next chapter. And, no! I will not accept someone posting five reviews! That doesn't count! I want five people to review this fan fiction, or I shall not post the next chapter ((which is already under construction, but I'll keep it to myself anyway – I'm evil)). More than that, I want you guys to become involved! That's right, this story can take one of two turns from here. One leads towards Remy, the other towards Butler. Depending on the number of votes I get for either in the next week or so, will influence the flow of the story. Much love!