Author's Note: I really enjoy House of Wax and after looking around the site, I think that there should be more fics…hahaha. So, here's my attempt at what I HOPE is a good one! Enjoy and please let me know what you think!
PS - I'm going to put a link on my profile to what I imagine my character looking like. If you don't feel like going to click on it because you're too lazy (as I am most of the time), I see her looking like Leighton Meester. Also, I do realize they aren't in a booth when they're at the rest stop (?), but I changed that.
Disclaimer: I do not own House of Wax or any of the characters except or my own. I also do not own the title for this story. It is a song called 'Tear Me Up' by Stefy Rae. Please don't sue! :)
"Oh man," a small, tanned, brunette squeezed into the booth next to Paige, "Those two are driving me nuts!"
Paige just snickered in return, "I can't believe you still talk like that after all these years."
Carly rolled her eyes. Though Chelsea had been here for twelve years, she had moved next door to Carly when they were six, she had previously lived in Boston and the slight accent she had acquired in her first few years of life and been around her whole life from her parents, still popped out from time to time.
"At least when I go back to the homeland I'm welcomed," she huffed, crossing her arms.
"Chels, you're from Boston, stop acting as if it's the old country…"
"It is for me," she laughed.
Her two friends rolled their eyes and began to talk about Carly moving to New York. Chelsea smiled over at Carly, proud of her friend. The girls had been friends since they were in elementary school. Chelsea had also met Nick around that time, but they hadn't become friends until she had knocked Dalton into the mud for chasing her around at recess with a worm when they were eight. And somehow, miraculously, she had remained friends with both siblings.
Nick, now walking out of the bathroom with Dalton following close behind, locked eyes with Chelsea. He smirked over at her, assuming that Paige and Carly were talking her ears off by the slight annoyance on her face. He chuckled a bit.
She was pretty, he'd begun noticing that when they were twelve. Her dark brown hair was combed through and wavy, resting to her shoulder blades. She'd cut it after graduation; it had previously resided around her elbows. Her eyes were a dark brown and outlined in black, as usual. Her eyes were also surrounded by long, thick eyelashes, that she was known to flutter to get her way. It usually worked. She was tan from the Florida sun, unless his sister or Paige.
Her eyebrows were almost perfect, she went with Paige once a month to get them done, as well as her nails which were currently painted a dark purple that contrasted beautifully with her skin. She had a small nose that had a little diamond stud in the right nostril. She also had three studs in her right ear lobe (four in her let) and two studs in her left cartilage. Nick also knew that she had her belly button pierced recently, as he'd gone with her.
She also had full, naturally pink lips. She had a thin body like Carly's, but with more I the chest and uh, trunk area. She was as short as Carly, as well.
Nick saw her smile at Wade as he sat down before she and Paige each scooted out of the booth. Paige made her way outside as Chelsea made her way towards him, "Hey, boys," she smiled.
"Oh hey, sunshine," Nick drawled out with a smile, "How goes it?"
"Good," she noticed a homeless man that had seemingly been harassed recently. She turned back to them, "And you?"
"Good," he smirked. He led her back over to where Wade and Carly was and she was instantly squished between him and Dalton. She made a face at Carly who smiled softly. Whenever they went anywhere together, whether Nick had been invited by Chelsea or by Blake (who had taken a recent interest in Nick because he was so 'badass'), Dalton always tagged along and Chelsea was always in the middle of the two.
Nick drank his beer, openly in public, although he was underage. He never really did care.
"So what do you think, guys?" Wade asked, trying to be nice, "Gonna be a sweet game tomorrow, huh?"
Chelsea heard each boy laugh falsely before giving a sarcastic answer back to Wade. Dalton even mocked him and Wade just laughed, knowing better.
"Dalton please don't film me," Carly snapped.
"Oh, come on, let him have his fun," Chelsea waved a hand in the air, "You should know better by now than to ask him anyways. It's not going to happen."
"It's not even on," Dalton smirked.
"The red light's on!" she cried out.
"Camera down." Nick instructed. As he locked eyes with Carly's thankful glance, he smirked, "You know she doesn't like having people in her face, she folds under pressure."
Chelsea's hand immediately smacked her own forehead. Here we go, she mentally sang as she saw the death face on Carly.
"Nick," she slammed her book shut, "You got something to say to me?"
"No, no, I think you've already spoken enough for the both of us, huh?"
After staring at the intense glaring that was going on, Chelsea finally spoke up, "I think that I," she smirked, "speak for everyone, when I say let's get this little shitshow on the road, yeah?"
"Man, you guys are boring," Dalton ate a fry, "I'm outta here," he scooted off and ran outside, probably to film Blake and Paige doing what they usually did.
The silence overcame them again. "So, about my idea," she grinned nervously.
Chelsea groaned for the third time that hour, Nick had been counting out of boredom, as the three of them sat in the back seat drinking. "I feel like a sardine," she exclaimed, "No offense, Wade."
He laughed, shaking his head, "Sorry, Chels."
Nick opened his mouth after he'd swallowed a swig of beer, but Dalton beat him to it, "Wanna sit on my lap?"
She beamed, "Oh, Dalty, you're such a sweetheart," she scrambled to sit on the boy's lap, stretching her legs out over Nick's. As she moved to pull them away, his hand grasped her ankle and he looked at her, silently telling her she could stay like that. She smiled softly at him.
"Feel better?" He mused.
"Much," she beamed.
"Good, enjoy it while it lasts," he took another sip of beer, "It's not long till your eject button pops up over there."
She cringed, "God, Nick, that's disgusting!" she and Carly both shrieked.
"Dalton," Wade spoke up, "Please do not pop a boner while she's on you," he mock frowned, "She's way too innocent for that."
"I am not!" she spoke up after drinking some of her own beer, "I am perfectly devilish. Right, Nick?" She turned to him for help with a smile.
"Why would Nick know?" Wade cried out.
"Not like that!" she squealed. "Oh, God, never mind."
"It is pretty cramped back here, it's like sitting in Chelsea's car," Dalton complained. Chelsea smirked for a moment. She had an old, 1992 Camaro and whenever they went anywhere, Nick always called shot gun and Dalton was always stuck in the back.
"Hey," Nick snapped jokingly, "It's not their fault that their little hot wheels cars only fit two," he smirked.
Chelsea scoffed, "My car is not a hot wheels car!"
"You should've drove," he complained, shrugging his shoulders. "Oh that's right, your car is how old? Would it even make it out of the state?"
She snickered, "At least I have a car."
"Hot wheels cars?" Dalton finally mused, "More like shot wheels. Hey Wade, what'd you do go to the barber shop and ask for a He-man haircut or what?" He began laughing to himself.
Chelsea bit her lip to keep from laughing at her friend while Nick smirked.
"Shut up, Dalton," Nick rolled his eyes. Dalton tapped him occasionally for him to laugh with him, but Nick hit him back in the arm.
"Ow, dude!"
Carly laughed, looking over at Wade who covered up his smile. Truth was, they were both shocked that Nick had somewhat stood up for him.
"What the Hell is this?" Wade complained as Blake's shortcut was blocked off. Groans erupted from everyone as they continued following Blake.
As they pulled up next to Blake, Dalton was the first one to notice that Paige's head was bobbing up and down over his lap. Confused, Chelsea turned and began to laugh hysterically, yanking on Nick's hand which hers had flung to. Dalton began taping immediately and Nick, just wanting to go to sleep and get the yelling over with, leaned up and honked the horn.
Paige sat up and Blake grinned. She hit him, and they could all see her yelling. Soon enough, Carly's phone rang and it was their blonde friend.
"You are so busted!" Carly paused, "She dropped her lip balm!"
Chelsea snorted, "Yeah, okay."
"Why don't we just camp out?" Carly asked after a period of silence, "I mean we're close enough, right?" As they got off the phone, Blake beeped twice and motioned forward, pulling ahead. They passed a sign advertising a wax museum.
"Hey," Blake smiled, "Wax museum."
"You like that kinda stuff, Wade?" Nick asked. Chelsea groaned inwardly, knowing what was coming.
"Yeah, I don't know…sometimes."
"I guess if you like things pretending to be other things…which you obviously do. Right sis?" he glanced over at her.
Carly glared, but it faltered with a wink from Chelsea as she 'stretched', kicking Nick in the thigh, "Oops, sorry. I personally don't like wax museums, Wade," she called up to him, "They scare the shit out of me, so props to you."
He smirked, "Thanks, Chels."
"You're scared of them?" Dalton asked her. When she nodded, he looked up at Wade, "How far off track is that museum?"
She smacked his shoulder, "not funny, Dalton!"
"You could stay in our tent, you know," Carly smirked at her friend.
"Nah, I can stay with the boys," she winked at Carly, "Can't intrude on you two."
She laughed as Chelsea and Paige followed her to get the tents, "Suit yourself, Dalton's going to latch himself onto you in your sleep."
"I will bite his arm clear off," Chelsea announced, opening the trunk to Blake's truck. Carly snorted with laughter, "Only you.'
They then turned to Paige, "Did you talk to Blake yet?"
"No, there's no point in freaking him out right now," she looked down as they walked towards the clearing.
"Paige," Chelsea groaned, "You know you have to tell him." While she hadn't been there for the girl's conversation earlier, she had been there for ones before today.
"I'm not even certain," she protested.
"I just think you should talk to him," Carly suggested and Chelsea nodded, backing her up.
"Look, he's been looking forward to this stupid game for a year. I don't wanna ruin it for him by starting a fight," she pouted at her friends.
"Paige," Carly struggled. "He's not going to marry you, his parents won't let him." Chelsea winced, harsh.
"Who says I want to get married?" Paige grinned. Chelsea had to smile at this, only Paige.
"Are you kidding me right now?" Nick poked his head into the tent. He'd head a mechanical noise and by peeking in, he noticed an air mattress being inflated.
"What? The tent's big enough," Chelsea turned to him.
It was true. The tent that she'd brought upon instruction by Blake in case there was a need for a camp out could sleep five people. They had been given the largest tent because it was going to be the three of them in it.
"That's so not fair," he whined from the entrance as she unzipped her sleeping bag so that it was open and a square, before placing it on top of the air mattress. She threw two pillows on it, along with a warm blanket.
"Well, maybe if you're a gentleman, then we can share," she moved so that she was kneeling and her body was straight, instead of bent over.
He smiled at her, although they both knew that even if he was a dick she would let him share with her.
Dalton popped in, "Oh, nice, Chels! Shotgun!" He moved to crawl all the way in, but Nick held a hand to his chest as he tried. He held up a finger, "Fat chance, camera boy."
Chelsea laughed as she crawled out, past them.
"Did you just call shotgun on an air mattress?" She heard Nick ask. Her guess was that Dalton nodded because she heard the smack of Nick's hand on the back of Dalton's scalp. She laughed, moving towards the cooler.