Imagine Chris Beck playing pranks on you and you getting quite pissed off.

**I'M MAKING A SEPARATE BOOK FOR THIS ONE SO IT CAN CONTINUE**

You were walking back to your "hut,"as you called it, and noticed a pink sticky note on your door. You picked the note off the door and noticed that it had someone's initials on it: C.B.

You groaned to yourself and knew what to expect, and you were correct. Your whole hut had been covered in pink sticky notes. "Where the fuck did you get all of these, Chris!?" You yelled, hoping he would hear from where ever he was.

A distant giggle erupted from The Hut Destroyer, as you now nicknamed him, and you sighed. You began picking the sticky notes off all of your stuff, making a mental note to get him back later on.

You heard footsteps. "What?" You asked, irritatingly.

"Whoa, Y/L/N. Easy, now." You stiffened at the voice, which was Lewis'.

"Sir- I mean, Miss- I'm so so so sorry." You rambled.

"It's ok, Y/N. I see that someone vandalized your bunk so I'll let it slide this time." She smiled warmly. "Who did this, anyway?" She asked, concerned.

"Literally nobody." You asked, monotonously, hoping he heard your sarcasm from where ever he was.

"Well, when this nobody does decide to show him/her selves, I'll gladly make them do extra work." She smiled again and then walked off.

Once again, you heard footsteps. This time, though, it was Chris' footsteps. "Hey, Y/N/N." You could hear the smirk and sex appeal in his voice. "Thanks for not ratting me out. Means a lot." You could almost see him smirk even though your back was turned to him.

"You're welcome." You replied sarcastically. You bent over to get a sticky note that he placed on the floor and he whistled at you. You made a disgusted face and turned to him. "Look, if this is what you do to try to get women to fuck you, it's not gonna work on me. So back off." You said forcefully, trying to get the point across to him.

He looked down at you with a smirk still planted on his face, but now with slight puppy dog eyes. Slight.

"And if you'd mind leaving my hut, please." You said, motioning for him to leave.

He sighed in sadness. "Fine." He said, dragging on the 'i.' "I'll see you at dinner, I guess." And with that he sauntered off.

"No you won't." You mumbled under your breath, and got back to plucking the sticky notes off of your stuff.

**

You walked to the "kitchen" to get dinner and noticed everyone gathered around the counter, smiling and laughing. You smiled automatically, walking up to them. Chris turned to you, smiling, and you glared back. His eyes softened slightly and a sad, desperate look appeared on his face. You pretended you didn't notice and grabbed your dinner, standing my Johannsen.

"So, why you in a mood today?" She asked, chewing her food.

You sighed and took a bite of your burger. "Nothing." You said, taking a glance towards Chris who glanced back at you. He winked. You rolled your eyes at him.

Beth looked between you two, mid chew, and said, "Seems like something's going on.." She said, monotonously.

You sighed, loudly. "Nothing is going on between us. Ok?" And with that you stormed off to your hut, burger in hand.

**

"You ok?" Martinez asked, knocking on the door to your hut.

"I'm fine," you called back, mid chew.

"Can I come in, Y/N/N?" He asked, cautiously.

"Sure," you called back.

He walked in, observing your current state. He looked down at you. "What's up?" He asked, sitting down.

"Just enjoying my burger," you responded, enunciating the 'b.'

"Ah," he sighed. He places his hands on his knees. He seemed at a loss for words.

After what seemed like a few moments, he asked, "So is everything ok between you and Beck?"

You felt embarrassed. He had clearly seen Beck wink at you at dinner, and probably Beth looking pissed off. "Why wouldn't everything be ok, Martinez? We're just...I don't even know if we would be considered friends," you responded, agitatedly.

He held up his hands in surrender. "Ok! Ok! I'm sorry!" He giggled, and you giggled back for a reason unknown. "I'm sorry I keep intruding in your personal life," he said giggling, raising his eyebrows as if he was asking for forgiveness.

You nodded your head. "It's ok. Really, it's fine," you began, "you're not that bad." You winked at him, smiling.

He laughed and looked down. "Oh, please. I'm despicable," he said sarcastically. You giggled, taking another bite of your burger.

"You're so silly," you giggled. You felt the need to glance around your hut. Your eyes focused on the closed door. For some reason, the presence transfixed you.

"Y/N? Y/N? You there? Earth- or should I say, Mars to Y/N?" He laughed at his own joke, drawing your attention. You laughed with him, not even knowing why.

"Sorry. I was just...nothing," you said, glancing down. "I just thought that I heard something," you lied.

"Well, let's hope that the aliens don't get us," he joked. You laughed with him.

You heard someone whisper, "It's not even that funny," outside the door. They clearly realized their mistake because you heard their footsteps leaving. You had a suspicion on who it was.

"Did you hear that, too?" Martinez asked, glancing behind you at the door.

"Yeah, but I'm pretty sure I know who it was. I'll have to talk to him later," you said, unimpressed.

"Oh," Martinez responded, looking down, "well then I'll leave then, so you can talk to him," he said, despairingly.

You sighed to yourself. You got up and opened the door for him, him following you. "I'll talk to you later, Martinez." You smiled at him.

He smiled back. "See ya later, Y/N/N!" He kissed your cheek, for a reason unknown, and left. He turned his head around and winked at you as he was walking away.

Your face had shock written all over it. When he winked at you, you made a sound unknown, clearly showing your shock.

You glanced slightly to your right and noticed another figure, who was scowling. The figure was scowling in Martinez's direction so he didn't see you watching him. You looked closer at the figure and noticed that it was Chris.

He looked towards you, disgust still written all over his face. When he saw that you had been watching him, though, shock and embarrassment infused into his face.

He turned to leave when you called to him, "Chris?"

He turned around slowly and asked monotonously, "Yes?"

"Why were you listening in on mine and Martinez's conversation when we were in my hut?" You asked, smirking.

He scowled, looking down at the ground. Embarrassment was written all over his face, as well, as he tried to come up with an excuse. "I..uh..I thought you called for me," he lied. You saw him look down at the ground and curse himself.

You smirked. "You are a horrible liar." And with that, you headed back inside your hut.

"Wait!" He called, stopping you in your tracks.

"What?" You asked, unimpressed.

He smiled a mischievous smile. "Did he get himself across your border?"

It took a moment to contemplate his joke, and then you understood completely. You gasped and stormed inside your hut and slammed the door. You heard him chuckle outside your door, and heard his footsteps walking away.

You leaned your back against the door, disgusted at his joke. "For the Love of Mars," you whispered under your breath, giggling to yourself. "What a guy."