||Vincent Sinclair x Reader|| House of Wax

Part 2 |Making Camp|

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.

Around my neck sat a pair of headphones. I slid them over my ears, not so effectively blocking out the sound around me.

They were connected to an old Walkman I had clipped in my pocket. I didn't want to play music yet because I wanted to conserve the power. It was my dad's old music player, so it didn't hold charge very well.

My temporary peace was disturbed by my asshole boyfriend Jason banging on the hood of the van.

I sat up with a jolt, heart practically beating out of my chest. I glared over at him, he was laughing like a school boy who was just got a reaction out of the kid he endlessly bullied. Not the most flattering sight.

I gave an aggravated sigh, "what?"

"We're heading out," he smiled cheekily, I just rolled your eyes as I slid off the van.

"Asshole" I shoved him.

"Oh come on, don't be mad. It's not my fault you're so easy to scare," he shrugged as I got inside the van, moving to the very back.

Jason was still outside the car when I heard him say, "you're so sensitive." It was comments like that that made me hold so much resentment for him. None of my friends knew why I was still with him. Truth was, I didn't really know either.

~~~~ Time Skippp ~~~~

We were on the same dark stretch of road for quite sometime, Blake leading the way in his big blue truck.

"So much for his nice little short cut." Wade sighed. Blake had said he knew a faster way, and it might've been if not for the big orange construction sign blocking our way forward.

Wade turned right, continuing to follow Blake even pulling up next to Blakes truck, "I hope he's not gonna get us lost," Wade noted, and Carly agreed.

I was slowly dozing off again until I heard Daltons voice perk up, "yo, yo wake up, wake up!" He laughed, smacking Nick a few times. Nick grumpily stirred awake at the unexpected wake up call.

"Oh my god," Carly gasped, and I finally looked over. It looked like Blake was having a really good time to say the least.

Dalton pulled out his camera, still laughing, and began filming Paige and Blake. I sneered at how gross the idea of him filming this felt, but I kept quiet; I was too tired to even try with these people, especially Dalton.

This was that kind of time I had been saving the Walkman battery for, so I slid those headphones over your ears and hit play. On came 1959s Sleep Walk by Betsy Brye, to which quickly fell asleep, leaning against the window.

~~~~ Time Skip (cuz I don't feel like detailing the drive) ~~~~

I felt light taps on my shoulder, and my headphones gently slip off.

"Y/N~" Jason's voice cooed into my ear.

I groaned and shifted in the seat. "What?" I half whined, half sighed.

"We're setting up camp for the night," he replied simply.

"Wait why? Won't we miss that big everyone's so excited for," I asked, rubbing the sleep from my eyes.

"Well we would, but we'll just wake up early so we can get on the road a s a p," he smiled, "now come on! Chop, chop!" He clapped his hands together.

The van shook slightly as Jason hopped out. I unbuckled my seat belt, popped out of the van and stretched my limbs with a yawn.

"Mornin' sleepy head," Nick tossed my satchel to me before setting up a chair for himself.

The night was nice. Not too hot, not too cold. Just right.

I helped the boys set up while Paige and Carly chatted, and Nick just sat watching us while he smoked and cracked open a beer.

I went to join Carly and Paige when Blake pulled out a football. I didn't care much for sports, but I didn't wanna ruin their fun. That was until the ball landed near Nick, he was the one who would ruin the fun.

Wade went over to get the ball but Nick threw it hard to Blake. There was some bickering between Nick and Wade, then Nick and Carly. So I decided it was finally time to step in.

Nick was an alright guy once you get past the prickly parts, most people just didn't take the time. I on the other hand was pretty close with Nick, much to Jason's dismay.

"Grow up," I heard Carly say in a motherly tone, "you are so afraid to take things seriously."

"Oh. Yeah. As afraid as Wade is of leaving good ol' Gainesville? Huh?" Nick bit back.

I just shook my head, he was in a mood, and when Nicks in a mood there was no getting him out.

"New York City. Well, I hear they got buildings as tall as the sky," he added in a mock hillbilly accent.

"Just, let me take it from here, okay?" I placed your hand on Carly's shoulder, relieving her of her Nick duties.

"Okay," she responded before briskly walking away.

"Man, you gotta stop egging her on like that," I said seriously, "at some point she's gonna think you actually hate her."

"Yea, well, what if I do actually hate her," he snapped back.

I gave him a sympathetic look, "don't say that. You know that's not true."

He averted his gaze, which meant I won - at least in my mind.

There was a sudden but strong gust of wind, carrying a cold chill, and with it something even more chilling.

"Woah, what's that smell," Blake spoke, his nose crinkling up before he covered it.

"Yea that's bad," Carly added doing the same.

I pulled up my shirt collar, covering my nose with it as well. It was a truly putrid smell.

"Dalton did you crap your pants again?" Nick yelled as a half joke.

"Huh? No," Dalton paused to smell himself, "I don't know. Maybe. I mean I'm wearing my work clothes, so..." he laughed.

I walked away from Nick toward the rest of the group. "Ugh that's horrible" Carly grimaced.

"You're telling me," I gagged.

Wade was shining the light into the forest as if that would do anything for the smell, "somethings dead out there," he said moving closer the forests edge.

"Thanks Sherlock I couldn't tell," I scoffed.

"Yea, quite the astute observation there man," Jason added coming up next to me and wrapping a solid arm around my shoulder.

"No something's dead right here. We need to drink it back to life," Blake spoke up, "bless me dawg," he called to Nick who tossed him a beer.

The smell died down and the night was alive once again. Dalton annoyingly filming us as we all drank, played with the football, and roasted snacks over the little fire Nick and I built.

It was all fun and games until an old truck pulled up the clearing, headlights beaming in our faces, as it just sat there in the opening, engine on but unmoving.

"Yeah?" Wade called to the truck questioningly.

"Hey, yo, man you need something?" Blake asked. But no one exited the truck or answered the question.

Word count: 1200+
A/N- If you haven't heard that song I mentioned earlier, I highly recommend especially if you like old songs

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