Just some silliness.

Mark was waiting outside, reading a book in the shade of a large tree in the afternoon sun, in front of the college he attended at, waiting for his sister to pick him up. It was the end of semester and all of the occupants of the college had to leave to allow the cleaners to steam-clean all the carpets, dust all the curtains, air the beds and pretty much just completely clean out the entire place.

All his bags and luggage were scattered around him, ready to be hauled into a boot of a car.

It was the last day before they locked the doors to the college, and Mark had only just finished his university course work and so the college was pretty much empty. It was like this every year though, so he didn't mind too much.

Currently, there were only seven people left, including himself, and he knew all of them by face and they were all inside. Everyone else had left. So, understandably, he was slightly confused and worried when he saw a hooded figure, legs bent and moving low, as if they didn't want to be seen, heading towards the college doors.

'A thief? Vandal?'

Mark slowly rose from his position, ready to confront the stranger who was now not-so-sneakily climbing the stairs to the large front doors, emblazoned with the college crest.

He quickly chased the stranger down as he entered the college. It would be too easy to lose him in the maze of corridors without seeing which way he went first.

Racing inside, he could see the stranger making his way down the East Wing, still crouched over, where all the facilities of the college. Strange, he would've thought he'd go for the dorms on the West Wing. Mark started to follow him but something made him pause.

It echoed around the empty halls.

Dun dun, da de dun dun….

'What the… what kind of respectable thief hums the Mission Impossible theme to himself during a heist?'

This obviously wasn't as sinister as Mark had been led to believe. It was probably a prank by one of the other colleges.

He smiled to himself as he continued to follow the stranger at a much more sedated pace, curious to see what he would do.

He had to stifle a few laughs when he realised that this stranger had a hand-gun out. As in, the gun shape made by his fingers. With one hand against the palm of his other, he was leaning against walls and checking corners, jumping out with his 'gun' outstretched, as if he were a secret spy on a secret mission, all the while he continued to hum the Mission Impossible theme.

Mark was careful to remain hidden, not wanting to ruin the stranger's role-playing fantasy. It was amusingly childish and definitely did not belong on an 18-something-looking-year-old person.

The stranger seemed to know where he was going though, and soon enough, he entered the 'Great Library', as they called it at the college.

Taking a risk, Mark, as quietly as he could, ran to the door as it was closing, not wanted to alert the stranger to his presence by opening the door after him and also not wanting to miss the no-doubt amusing action.

He wondered what kind of prank it would be, whether he should just avoid the library or tell someone about it. Or if it even would be a prank. Perhaps it really was a thief, just a very, very bad one. One that wanted to steal books maybe…

Slipping inside before the door closed, he quickly looked around, to see where the stranger was.

All he could see, however, amongst the tables, chairs, shelves and books was the blonde head of Annabeth Chase sitting at a desk, working away.

Being a senior, Mark didn't really associate with the freshmen, but everyone knew the reputation Annabeth Chase had. One of the prettiest girls in the college that took no crap from nobody. Beautiful, fierce and nearly freakishly smart, she was the object of desire for many. Not that anyone could get her to reciprocate the desire. She always said 'no' to any attempt at romance. Anyone who got too forward or couldn't take no for an answer were usually judo flipped onto the floor. If she was feeling nice and not particularly vindictive, she would walk away from you. If not, various body parts would be hurting by the end.

Many of the single males had tried to score a date with her, but Mark never really got into the whole 'see who can ask Annabeth out without getting hit' thing. Sure she was pretty, but Mark knew when a cause was lost. It was pretty obvious (to him at least) that she already had someone else in mind.

Despite that, it was still amusing to watch everyone fail.

And so, it was with great amusement on Mark's part when this stranger, whom he spied behind a bookcase, started to creep up on her.

A sudden thought of a more insidious intent flashed in his mind. He dismissed it quickly. Clearly, only someone who could joke with her would be singing Mission Impossible audible enough that she could hear it without her turning around.

Duudu dooo, duudu dooo dun dun...

A quiet slap of hand-on-skin as she faced-palmed echoed through the empty library, in what he assumed was fond exasperation.

The stranger executed a clumsy stealth roll, the type you'd see in a comedy movie, and Mark had to cover his mouth to keep from laughing at the ridiculous action. His hood fell from his head, revealing black messy hair.

Now right behind her chair, the stranger slowly rose up, before...

"Boo!"

"Seaweed Brain, you were singing the Mission Impossible theme the entire time in the library, and I can probably guess before too. You're hardly top notch in the stealth department." She said, without turning around.

"Oh, come on Wise Girl... Cut me some slack. I'm hardly known for being subtle. That was pretty stealthy for me wasn't it?" 'Seaweed Brain' pouted, leaning over her shoulder, like one of those annoying cats who just lie on top of everything.

"Percy please, I am trying to get work done."

"But Annabeeeeeth..." He whined like a petulant child.

"For Zeus' sake Percy! You're not three years old."

Mark agreed. 'Percy' seemed to have the maturity of a teaspoon. 'And Zeus? What the heck…'

"But I'm boooored..." he said, stretching out on top of the desk.

Annabeth sighed, realising she was not going to get any work done.

"Alright, alright, fine. I needed to go anyway."

Percy immediately hopped up and started to help Annabeth pack all of her study notes.

Mark suddenly realised how creepy and awkward it'd be if they saw him just standing there. Quickly moving to the nearest bookshelf, he began to pretend to peruse through the titles.

PING!

The sudden chime from his phone had the couple looking over at him.

Acting as if he weren't under complete scrutiny of the two teens, he checked his phone.

'Where are you moron? I'm waiting out here for you.'

A text from his sister. You could tell she loved him.

He had completely forgotten he was suppose to be picked up, so caught up in laughing at the stra- Percy's attempt to be stealthy.

He glanced up from his phone to see both of them still staring at him. Awkwardly nodding to them, he exited the library, feeling a drop of sweat slide down his neck. Their stares were the most intense thing he'd ever experienced, like they were determining whether to kill him or not particularly Percy.

He shivered involuntarily, feeling glad to be out from under their gaze. He ran back outside, to the tree where he'd left his bags. He could see his sister's car in the parking lot and waved in her general direction.

Hurryingly picking up his bags, he lugged his possessions to the car.

"Took your time blockhead." His sister said, as he got in the car.

"You hardly waited long pleb." He shot back. Their relationship was wonderful.

Mark wondered if it were better to be facing the glares of Annabeth and Percy rather than the one his sister was giving him now.

His mind flashed back to the steely grey eyes of Annabeth, and the dark swirling sea-green of Percy. He'd pick his sister over them any time.

"Thanks for picking me up."

The glare disappeared.

"Heh, no worries. I get to show off I have my licence now. So how was college since I last saw you?" she asked, as she pulled out from the car park.

"It was alright… Got a lot of summer work to do."

"Hah! Sucked in! I'm still on holidays for three more weeks."

"Who was that?" Percy asked with suspicious eyes. He had trouble trusting anyone after Tartarus. Anything could be a monster.

"That was Mark, he's a senior here, and no, he's not a monster." Annabeth said, carefully placing her folders and notes into her bag, making sure they wouldn't crease. Percy immediately brightened again.

"Come on Annabeth, hurry up! Mom's been asking about you since forever. I swear, she loves you more than me."

Annabeth rolled her eyes.

"Hey! I've got a great idea!"

"Oh no, that's dangerous."

"Yeah har har. But let's play a game, let's not be seen until we get to the car. Like we're in enemy territory and we've got to get back to the evac vehicle."

"You've been watching way too many Tom Cruise films."

"Let's go!"

Percy suddenly burst out of the library doors, rolling across the hallway, his hand-gun out once more, aiming down the hallway.

"Oh my gods Percy. No. I'm not doing that."

"Come on, it'll be fun." He said with an adorable grin. She didn't know if she could ever win an argument against that face.

"The things I do for you…" Annabeth couldn't believe she was doing this. She pulled her hands out of her pockets, slowly forming a hand-gun of her own. She hoped no one saw them on the way.

Dun dun, daa dee dun dun…

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