Katie Tenney

"Shut up, Nick!"

"I'm not the one that tripped over their own feet because they heard a twig break!"

"I was scared, okay?!"

"You were the one who stepped on the twig!"

This night sucked.

In fact, if it weren't for the fact that their honor was on the line, they would've stayed home and not here, trying to commit felony burglary.

Maya gripped his hand tightly, terrified of being separated. "Look, Nick, why don't we just head home?

Nick rolled his eyes. "Look, we won't get caught!"

"How are you so sure?"

He wasn't at all. In fact, he was beginning to get as scared as she was, but he couldn't let her know—this needed to be done. "I just know."

"You just…know? Oh god, we're so screwed." Maya pinched the bridge of her nose. "If we get caught, I'm so turning on you."

"Not if I do it first!" he teased.

They walked a little farther, and he teased once or twice more for freaking out when she stepped on that twig.

Truthfully, he could've done this alone, but he did need her computer skills, just in case there was a more sophisticated alarm system then he thought.

Maya and Nick finally got to their destination—a large movie studio.

"Look," she began. "This isn't that important to me—I just want this done with."

Nick whirled around, and squeezed her hand a bit tighter. "This is important, Maya."

She fidgeted, but followed Nick towards the large studio.

Fulfilling several stereotypes, the guard was asleep in his area with a half-finished box of donuts in his lap.

Nick grinned at Maya before leaning over and grabbing one, not even trying to be quiet. He took about half of it in one bite. Then, with his mouth full, held it out to his girlfriend. "Lou fwahnt fwone?"

Maya began to walk ahead without him, completely disgusted. Nick inhaled the other half and ran after her.

 

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Turns out that Maya was needed.

After the lame security guard, the two headed to the security office, and Maya was able to loop recordings of the hallways they needed to be in, so it would look empty no matter what.

She was simply incredible when it came to computers. It was probably related to the fact that she had no friends before she met Nick in their freshman year of college.

"Done." Maya announced, pushing herself away from the console. "Should be fine."

"Should be?" Nick clarified.

Maya giggled. "Should be."

"Aw, hell."

 

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They were having a bit too much fun, considering the situation.

Maya tried to laugh quietly as Nick hummed The Pink Panther theme song. They were pretty horrible at this, and both wouldn't be surprised if and when they were caught.

They finally found Davidson's office, and the door had a keypad by the large lightly-colored wooden doors.

They frowned, unsure what to do. "What would a man with no soul put as the super-secret code to his office?" Maya asked herself aloud.

Nick turned to her. "Hey, if I put in the wrong code, will the alarm go off?"

Maya inspected it quickly, then shrugged. "I dunno."

"Thanks for the help."

"Anytime." She answered blandly.

Nick lifted his hand to input a number, but his hand was stopped by Maya. "We don't know if it'll go off or not, remember?"

"Here's one way to find out!" Nick grinned then punched in 1-2-3-4.

"That's your brilliant idea, Nick?!" Maya began looking all around for the ninja-guards she was expecting to fall out of the sky or burst in a window or something to that effect.

Nick was about to answer with a nasty retort when the keypad beeped a Disney-esque jingle, then the doors unlocked.

Maya's jaw hit the floor.

 

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The room was eerily silent—reminiscent of a scene from a horror movie.

Nick led Maya in, almost having to drag her. "C'mon, don't wimp out on me now!!" Nick groaned.

"I…I'm not…" Maya stammered.

"I'm doing this for you, y'know?" Nick grinned.

"Is that what you're going to tell your lawyer?" Maya rolled her eyes.

Nick let go of Maya's hand and headed straight across the nearly empty room towards the desk. He turned on the desktop, then beckoned his girlfriend over.

She complied, but she took her time. "Do I need to break into that?" she pulled back the chair to sit down, already knowing the answer.

Her fingers clacked away while Nick searched the office. He was hoping that Davidson left his golf clubs in his office, simply because that would make his job easier.

"Nick?" he turned at the sound of his name. "What am I looking for?"

"Really? You need to ask?" he teased.

Maya frowned, but pulled it up anyways. "It was on the desktop—what an idiot." She grinned devilishly.

Nick leaned on the back of the chair and asked softly. "Any revisions you want to add?"

Maya grinned, and started typing furiously.

Nick pecked her on the cheek, but her fingers didn't stop their movements. He continued his search.

 

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Truthfully, they hadn't been paying attention to the time.

They could have been there for hours, minutes, even days for all they knew.

Nick found the clubs in a corner, leaning against one of the few shelves that occupied the mostly empty space. He pulled out some gloves and pulled them on before picking up the first two clubs his now-enclosed fingers came in contact with.

Finally, Maya giggled. "I…I'm done…!!" she tried to stifle her laughter.

Nick ran over a with a five iron and a driver. "You sure he won't notice?"

Maya rolled her eyes, pulling on her own set of gloves before taking the driver. "I'm sure he hasn't read it."

"He's still going to pitch it tomorrow?"

She nodded. "Bet his boss his job that it'll be amazing—that'll teach him for stealing my script."

The five iron shone brightly in the moonlight. "May I?"

Maya chuckled. "I guess…" she trailed off. She moved away from the desk and headed for the doors. "Doesn't look like security's noticed yet."

Nick gripped the club tightly before bringing it high above his head and smashing a huge dent into the desk.

Maya knocked over a shelf before spinning around to break some more glass behind her. Nick knocked the chair off the dais that held it up and its matching desk. Maya found a few of Davidson's awards for "Best Producer" and "Best Writer" (she asked herself how many of his awards belong to another), and his driver smashed in Oscar's face.

Soon, Maya and Nick were tired, and there was nothing else to smash.

Maya panted before turning to look as her boyfriend. "We should go…"

Nick nodded, grinning. "Yeah…"

She handed him the driver, and he put them back where he found the clubs.

Maya took Nick's hand, and they snuck out of the office.

 

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The next morning, the security team was fired.

Davidson, the stereotypical movie bigwig, who looked eerily similar to Tom Cruise in Tropic Thunder, was standing in his destroyed office, eyeing the only thing in the whole room that was untouched—his computer.

It was already on, so he stood in front of it (since the chair's stand was across the room) and turned on the monitor.

On the screen, the script for the project he was pitching in five minutes was open. He scrolled through it, and quickly noticed that every page was replaced with the words: "I STOLE THIS SCRIPT FROM MAYA ALRIDGE" followed by several obscenities, describing his personality eloquently.

He was so fired.