Lost--(ON HOLD UNTIL FURTHER NOTICE)

Chapter Two

Chapter song: Satellite by All Time Low

-Chris Beck P.O.V.-

Do you want to know what the worst thing in the world is? NASA sending you to one of your crew mates house and find that their boyfriend lives there. Luckily I had the letter from NASA with me, so I didn't die. (no kidding sherlock.) I ended up staying in my truck, which was not a great idea medically, as I was afraid that he was going to kill me. Yes the astronaut is terrified of someone's boyfriend. In my defense, Beth told me that he is a professional wrestler. Yeah, I'd rather not die tonight. 

We decided to take my truck (Johanssen has a motorcycle, not exactly a smart idea to bring stuff on) and I ended up getting a glare from her boyfriend, Jake. The ride to the airport was silent apart from the occasional singing along to the radio.  NASA has their own private plane and would pick everybody up to go to Texas. We would be the second group on the plane, this guy from Germany, Alex Vogel, was on first.  When the plane landed and we got on, the three of us introduced ourselves and sat down.  The plane itself was nice, not too plain-not too fancy either. The seven seats were set up like we were having dinner, and were around a circular table. No one talked between the landings. I guess everyone didn't want to repeat everything more than once.  Commander Lewis and Martinez came on the plane next. Then came in the last group.  They both sat down in the last two seats, the guy sat between me and Martinez and the girl sat between Lewis and Johanssen.

"Since we are all here, I'd like to establish the few rules we have for the mission," Lewis spoke before they could introduce themselves, "One, no relationships outside of friendship. Two, no attachments. There is a high chance that one of us may die. I'd rather not make that more painful than it will already be. Three, we wake up at 7 and lights are out at 9." A series of okays and yeahs were said until a girl with reddish brown hair spoke up.

"Sorry Commander, I already broke the second rule," she said, pointing to the brown haired man who came in with her. Lewis rose an eyebrow and asked for their  names.

"Charlie Watney," she said.

"Mark Watney," he said, "and before you ask-she's my sister. The attachment will almost always be there." Lewis nodded and I let out a breath that I didn't realize I was holding. What the hell is wrong with me?

"I think its time to establish why exactly we are here," Martinez broke the silence.

"I'm commander Melissa Lewis and I am the pilot and leader of this mission."

"I'm Alex Vogel, I represent Germany, and I make sure you people don't blow up." A chemist basically.

"I'm Mark Watney and I'm the plant guy." Botanist.

"I'm Dr. Chris Beck and I'm the space doctor."

"I'm Rick Martinez and I'm the copilot."

"I'm Beth Johanssen and I'm the computer specialist."

"I'm Charlie Watney and I'm the engineer."

Charlie Watney P.O.V.

I am so tired. I'm the one who had to drive the six hours to the airport because Mark had to get his "beauty" sleep and our parents live in the middle of nowhere. Add that to having no sleep. Yeah... that's always fun. I can't put my head on the table because there is other people.  I can't lean back and sleep because these chairs are so uncomfortable. C'mon NASA, you can afford sending people to space many times  but can't afford comfortable seats? What's with that?

Thankfully time flies bye (pun intended) and we arrive at our destination. We  all immediately went to the hitek, NASA surprisingly provided us with our own rooms. Some were jointed, some weren't. I ended up in a jointed room, but Mark got a singular so that eliminates him from being the other person. I walked cautiously to the door that separated the two rooms and opened the door. Unfortunately , the person on the other side happen to have the same idea and opened the door at the same time. Crystal blue eyes stared at me and I realized that it was Beck. I saw his face lit up when he realized that it was me and his mouth quirked into a smile.  He winked and invited himself in. I rose an eyebrow when he laid down on my bed. Rolling my eyes, I walked to the fridge and grabbed two beers.

"You want one?" I asked him. He shook his head no before answering.

"We can't drink until later this week, we have an evaluation of our "abilities" later," he said. I groaned, putting both of the bottles back. I stopped short of turning around when I felt his hot breath against my ear.

"Y'know when you make noises like that," he mutters, "people are going to think that you are doing something else." I smirked and elbowed him in the gut. We are about the same height so it was easier to beat him up. He groaned and doubled over so I turned and pushed him to the floor. I couldn't control my laughter and received a glare from him.

"C'mon!" He whined, "That's not funny!"

"Yes it is." He shot me a glare and got back onto his feet. Before he could retaliate, two knocks sounded at the door.

"Charlie-" Whoever was speaking stopped when Beck opened the door. Oh. Crap. Mark was standing outside with a look of shock on his face.

"What are you doing here?" Mark growled. Before Beck could retort back, I stepped in between them.

"Nothing happened Mark!" I said, "his room is adjoined to mine. And no romantic relationships remember?" He gave a sigh of relief before narrowing his eyes at Beck.

"I'll be watching you," Mark said. I coughed and gave him a pointed look.

"What were you going to sat before Mark?" I asked, annoyance lacing the words. 

"The evaluation is now," he said grabbing my arm and practically dragged me with him.

----Time skip brought to you by Mark Watney's puns----

Well that was fun. I beat Mark nine times out of ten. He won't admit it though. He always tries to get in my face about it but quickly backs off when he realizes (again) that I'm taller than him. Barely, but still-I'm taller. When we are allowed to go back to our rooms, I make sure to lock both doors. I can't have Beck walking in on me while I'm changing, right? I look back on the events of today and sigh. What was with Mark today? Does he really think that I would do something to stupid and jeopardize my spot on the Ares 3? One "mistake" and he doesn't trust me anymore!

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Hi! I know that Holland (the girl who I casted as Charlie) is only 5'3 but I changed the hight  because it kinda bothers me that 99% of all main girls in books are short. 

I hope you like it.

Criticism is welcome no matter if its good or bad. 

-Courtney