||Vincent Sinclair x Reader|| House of Wax

Part 1 |Road Trip|

A/N- I know this story probably won't get a lot, if any, views since people don't typically like this movie... but I do, and Vincent is a comfort character of mine so here it is anyway :P
(Also I will not be recapping the movies prologue)

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Me and my friends, Carly and Paige, were on a trip to the "biggest game of the year" with their respective boyfriends, Wade and Blake; as well as Carly's twin brother Nick and his strange friend Dalton.

My boyfriend tagged along as well, but honestly you wish he wasn't. Not to mention I'm sure he only decided to when he heard Nick would be there too.

Jason was a bit overbearing sometimes, and extremely protective, especially when I'm around other guys.

Truth is, I had been meaning to break it off with him for a while, but every time I wanted to or was about to do so, I'd got too scared.

The 8 of us had just made a stop at a quaint little restaurant to get some food and use the washroom since we still had a ways to go.

I walked to the counter, five dollar bill in hand, and ordered a (fav drink).

The man at the counter obviously had no human decency, given by the crude comments he and his coworker were making about me and my friends. Saying things like we're "no good" and that they "don't like our kind around here"

'Whatever,' I internally scoffed as the man handed me my drink and change. "Thanks" I said with a sarcastic smile, then walked off in the direction of Carly and Paige.

"God... look I always try to be nice, especially strangers, but some people just really get on my nerves," I groaned, taking a seat next to Paige. "So, watcha' guys talkin' about?" I asked, genuinely curious.

I assumed it was something to do with Carly moving to New York, and was proven right when Paige responded, "I'm trying to convince Carly to go! I mean it when I say it, don't even think about not going."

"I'm not," Carly replied quickly.

"Good" Paige said, "because you know how proud I am of you."

"Same here" I said, sounding way more convincing than Paige, "it's an incredible opportunity Carly, really. You'd be insane not to go."

"Guys, it's just an internship," Carly tried to push away the compliments, but that didn't stop Paige or I.

"At InStyle Magazine," the two of us said in unison.

"Or would you rather stay at the Waffle House as a waitress forever?" Paige added followed by a small snicker from you.

"No, thanks" Carly replied with a laugh.

The three of us giggled at the thought when Wade came over and sat next to Carly. "Hey babe."

"Hi" she greeted him back plainly.

He could tell she was a bit upset at how long he had taken, "sorry, there were these two drunk red necks wrestling in the bathroom" he joked,

"Really?" Carly smiled, amused by the thought.

"There's no red necks in New York" Paige remarked, clearly as a dig toward Carly's ball and chain.

"No. There's not" Wade said as he cleared his throat in annoyance.

The three of us, not including Wade, exchanged knowing glances, then Paige spoke up first, "you know, I'm gonna go see what Blake's doing." With that she promptly stood up and walked off.

"He seems to like that car more than you nowadays" I added slyly before she was out of ear shot.,

"Ha ha, you're hilarious Y/N," she shot back.

"I am quite aware, thank you" I grinned back at her. "Well, this has been fun," I said, looking back at Wade and Carly, "but I'm going to go... uh" I paused, not knowing what say, or do for that matter, "...go count stars I guess."

Without another word from me or the struggling couple, I stood up and walked out of the building.

I walked over to Wades van, hopping up onto the hood, then the roof, laying down on the cool metal as I stared up at the stars.

I would've gone to the tail of Blakes truck, but I didn't need nor want to see whatever Paige and him could be doing at this moment, so Wades roof would have to do.

The sky was particularly beautiful that night, the stars more visible than I'd ever seen them. It was quiet, peaceful. At this very moment I thought that nothing could ever go wrong.

The peace was broken by Nick and Dalton walking out of the restaurant, beers in hand. Nick, being the shit disturber he is, kicked a cup of money out of a begging man's hands and straight up told him to "get a job" as Dalton laughed at the poor man.

"That's nice," Wade sarcastically stated eyeing the two as they went to sit with Carly and Wade.

"So whatdya' think guys, gonna be a sweet game tomorrow, huh," Wade said, attempting to make light conversation.

With that, I stopped listening in. I didn't care about the game, and I didn't care what they were talking about, all I wanted to do was watch the stars. Until we head back on the road of course.

Word count: 800+

A/N: In this story Wade has a van instead of a car to fit the two extra people added to the story. Picture it as a VW van, like the one in The Texas Chainsaw Massacre 1974

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