Hope (House of wax x reader)

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Paige left the diner, and began to make her way to Blake's car.  It was a black Porsche, and a convertible.  Her boyfriend had done his absolute best to make sure that it stayed nice, and perfect.  And while Paige was excited to ride in such a fucking sexy vehicle, but she was also painfully aware of how much Blake obsessed over his damn car.

As she approached, she saw him scrolling across the digital map, looking around for the right address, rather than just plug it in manually.  Blake was singing along to the song he had playing, and wasn't paying attention to his girl making her way over.

"Board my helicopter Friday
Wednesday got locked up
Calling the associates up

I need a new velour on Monday-"

"Blake," Paige requested.

"They got me in a jail that I cop,
What up Paige?
More fifth of sea glass..."

Paige stood there silently, annoyed.  She waited for Blake to stop with the song and talk to her, and just treat her like a normal person would.  But he didn't.

"Ice-water vocab
'Bout to take over the streets
Uh, yeah,
Now what's fucking with us-"

"Fine," Paige muttered.

She began to walk off, back towards the diner to rejoin Carly and Wade.  Blake groaned, and called back out for Paige.

"Baby, come back here!  You know it ain't like that, I was messing with the GPS and saw a shortcut."

Paige looked back at him, sighed and shook her head, and began to make her way back towards the car.  Blake knew how to play her like a fiddle.

"Think it'll save us an hour," Blake explained.  "So we can spend more time..."

He hugged her waist and began to whisper all the things he'd do to her in her ear, making Paige giggle.  She smiled happily as Blake laid back a little, pulling her onto his lap.

"Okay," he whispered.

"Uh huh," she replied.

Before the two could continue being romantic and stuff, Dalton and Nick walked out of the diner, both acknowledging the poor homeless man sitting outside in very different ways.

"How you doing," Dalton greeted as he passed by.

"Hello," the man said softly.

"Get a job," Nick muttered as he walked past.

The two made their way over, and began to greet Blake, and Paige couldn't help but feel uncomfortable.  Wade and Carly looked at each other, knowing that Nick was making her feel that way.  He was the only felon in the group, it wasn't that big a stretch.  You watched through the window, and you just wanted to go home.

"Oh, that's nice," Wade said, watching the boys' interactions.

"Shh, I wanna watch," you told him.

Carly shook her head and practically shoved Wade from his seat, and began making her way outside, dragging her boyfriend along with her.  As she passed by your seat, she grabbed your arm so you would go with her.  You probably would've gone either way, you didn't want to be left alone in this musty diner.

Dalton and Nick were still at Blake's car, but Paige was now sitting in the passenger's seat, sulking.  Somehow, you thought that she was both over dramatic, yet justified from lack of attention from her lover.  The only thing you could say for certain was: College students fucking suck.

Nick noticed you all approaching, and Blake looked up.  That signaled your arrival to Dalton, who turned around to reveal his camera.  He had brought it to record the game and any memories your group may make.  And right now, he was filming your little trio walk forward.

"Dalton, please don't film me," Carly requested.

"What," he questioned, as if he didn't know what she was talking about.

"Please," Carly asked, a scowl on her face.

"It's just on, I'm not filming now."

"The red light's on.

"Hey, come on," Nick began.  "Put the camera down.  You know she doesn't like having people up in her face.  She folds under pressure."

"Nick, you got something to say to me," Carly interrogated.

"No, no.  I think you've spoken enough for the both of us, don't you?"

Truth be told, you had no idea what he was talking about.  You assumed it was something she said or did while he was in jail, since you never were really exposed to anything crime related with your brother.  He was a criminal in jail, and that was that.

"You guys are lame, I'm out of here," Blake told you all.

He closed his door, and backed out of his parking space to start driving away.  Blake's car only seated two people, so there were five people crammed into Wade's vehicle.

"Dalton, put the camera down," Wade demanded.

"God," Dalton laughed, finally shutting off his camera.

You all filed into Wade's car, and you opened a door to take a seat next to a window.

"Hey kid, you're in the middle," Dalton said.

He gave you a little shove, but you followed his orders and took the middle seat.  Carly was lucky, she got shotgun.  Before driving off to follow Blake (since Wade's car didn't have a GPS), Wade started flicking through radio channels before settling on a sports show.

"Crowds are expected for college football's biggest game of the year," the talker on the radio stated.

"It's gonna be packed tomorrow," Wade said excitedly.

"Really," Nick responded sarcastically.

"Dude, speaking of packed, my legs are killing me back here, man," Dalton complained.

"You're one to talk," you replied.

"Don't worry man, it's not Blake's fault his little Hot Wheels car only fits two," Wade joked.

"It's more like a Shot Wheels car, isn't it," Dalton snickered.  "And Wade, what did you do, go to the barber shop and ask for a He-Man haircut, or what?"

"Shut up Dalton," Nick giggled.

Nick reached over you to smack his friend, to which Dalton began to complain that Nick actually hurt him.  And you were quite literally stuck in the middle of the two's antics.