Author's Note: Chapter Three!
Disclaimer: I do not own the characters, 'nor do I own the plot. I only own what I have added in and my character. I also do not own the title. Enjoy!
Everyone began to cover their eyes and yell at him. The man in the truck just smirked, knowing fully well that they couldn't see him because of his bright headlights. He scanned the group. There were three girls and four guys, he noted to himself. The girls were all fairly attractive, but the one closest to the truck, with her back facing him, that had to turn around to look at the car, was the most attractive.
"Can you turn off your lights please?" Wade shouted
"This is creepy," Paige whispered. Blake yelled at him. Everyone began standing up and Nick stayed put, keeping a steady grip around Chelsea's waist. After a moment, he gently pushed her up so that she would stand and he stood abruptly, throwing a bottle at the headlight. It flickered out and everyone turned to him.
"Shit," Chelsea whispered, "What the Hell, Nick?" He shrugged.
"Nick!" Carly shouted at him as he made his way to the front of the group, glaring. He could feel Chelsea near him and he kept her behind his arm, protectively as Dalton made his way up front and lifted both hands up, "What!" he shouted. Chelsea giggled at him and the truck took off.
"Yeah!" Dalton cried out happily, "That was great, dude!"
"My man Nick here is hardcore," Blake grinned.
"You the man, dude!" Dalton cried out as Carly tried to yell at him. He just grabbed Chelsea by the hand and led her back to what had become their seat.
"Don't encourage him," Carly rolled her eyes.
"Seriously," Chelsea added on, staring over at her best friend. Nick chuckled at the slur she had gained. "Do you know how hard it is to get into that little car with him now? Inflate his ego and we'll have nowhere to sit!"
"Oh, thanks, babe," he chuckled into her ear. She shivered slightly at the feeling of his whisper in her ear and he smirked, "Cold?"
She laughed, "Yeah, I think I'm gonna hit the hay, actually. Keep your eyes on Dalton? I don't want him staring when I'm changing."
He laughed, "Okay," he released her and she said good night to everyone, making her way into the tent. After she had changed into shorts and an old sweatshirt of Nick's, she crawled under the blanket on her air mattress. Soon after, the tent unzipped and she felt a weight drop down onto the mattress next to her.
"Awh," she whispered, drunkenly, "You came to cuddle!" She giggled.
"Yup," he answered her, laughing as she cuddled up into him. She looked up and screamed, "Dalton!"
Nick stuck his head in, "Dude, I go to piss for like ten seconds and you're already messing around. Get outta here," he rolled his eyes. After Dalton left, Nick stripped down to his wife beater and boxers and took his place next to Chelsea, "Sorry, I figured you had changed by then and I went to pee."
She laughed, "it's okay."
"You seemed pretty excited that I came to cuddle with you," he chuckled, raising his eyebrows up.
"Nope," she mumbled, moving her leg to in-between his and curling her calf around his. He pulled her upper body closer to him, "No?" he laughed. She shook her head, "Not at all."
He chuckled lowly, "Chels, you're lying…" he whispered in a sing song voice. She just shook her head.
Because Nick lived in her house now, due to the kindness of her parents, he often stayed with her when her parents left for the weekend, after the parties he 'convinced' her to throw. By convince, they were really her idea and Carly usually blamed Nick's influence. She was never usually drunk when he would stay with her. He just did so because she would get afraid that because they were alone in the house, someone would break in and kill her. He also slept with her during thunderstorms. But she had never curled up to him this much.
"Chels, you never cuddle with me this much," he whispered, so that no one out by the fire could hear. "Are you scared?" She shook her head no, but he chuckled, "Yeah, you are."
"Kind of," she admitted, "I mean, that guy in the truck was freaky," she whispered back, tiredly.
"I get all of this from kind of?" He grinned.
"It just helps that you're really cute," she mumbled into his chest. He pulled back, eyes wide, "What?"
She yawned, eyes still closed. "You heard me," she mumbled again, "you're so cute, it's so unfair."
He nearly giggled, "What's not fair?"
"That I have to be friends with someone as gorgeous as you." Nick's mouth hung open. He couldn't even answer her, he was so shocked.
"Hey Nick?" she whispered. He looked down to see her staring at him sleepily. He gave her a questioning glance, "Can I kiss you again?"
He nodded, almost too eagerly as she gripped the top of his shirt and leaned up. When their lips met he could hear her sigh lightly, and then a moment or two later, they both fell asleep.
She awoke to the sound of a zipper, picking her head up off of her pillow, which now miraculously looked like Nick's chest. Peering in the dark, she saw that it was, and heard Dalton snoring slightly in the corner of the tent. She sighed, scratching her head as she tried to remember falling asleep next to Nick. She remembered him coming in, but not falling asleep. Then, as she recalled, she gasped. She'd kissed Nick twice last night. Groaning, she got out of the tent to investigate the footsteps she heard outside. She saw Carly parading around in the dark.
"Carls," she whispered. Carly turned and motioned her forward to join her.
"What's up?" she asked her.
"I heard something," Carly muttered. "You?"
"I heard you," she chuckled. Carly smiled.
"Heard you cuddled into Dalton," she snickered. Chelsea shrugged, "Hey, I was sleepy. But I did wake up next to someone just as attractive as yourself," she winked.
"No!"
"Um, I may have drunkenly hit on your brother last night," she scratched the back of her neck. "And I kissed him."
"I saw, at the campfire," Carly grinned, happy for her friend. Chelsea had liked Nick since she was eleven.
"Um, I kissed him again," she looked away.
Carly nearly screamed, silencing it to a whisper as they both turned to face Wade and jumped.
"What are you two doing?"
"Carly heard something," Chelsea spoke up quickly. "And Chelsea heard me," Carly added on. "What are you doing?"
"Bringing you back to bed," he mumbled, pulling her away, "Night, Chels," he called tiredly as Carly turned around and gave her the thumbs up sign with a grin.
Chelsea chuckled, sitting in one of the chairs left by the fire. She sighed, grabbing a water bottle and poking at the flames. She heard a branch break in the woods and jumped, glancing over. At the sound of another on breaking, she flew back into her tent and landed next to Nick who immediately enveloped her into his arms in his sleep to become warm again. Chelsea squeezed her eyes shut, burying her face into his chest as she tried to fall back asleep.
After Blake got everyone up by shaking the Hell out of their tents and screaming, Chelsea stood in the woods with Carly and Paige after they had taken care of their business as the boys loaded everything up and they had also gotten changed. She was now wearing dark low rise, denim jeans and a white flowy tank top that made her look even tanner, along with black converse on her feet.
Another breeze swept through the area and they gagged, "I will not miss that smell," Chelsea answered honestly as the girls laughed.
"I think it's coming from over here," Carly made her way towards the smell.
"Yeah," Paige nodded, "Follow the smell, Carls."
"Don't you wanna see what it is?" she asked them. Chelsea and Paige each turned to each other, "Um, no."
As they got closer, Carly's friends groaned, "We literally hate you right now," they sighed.
Chelsea stayed behind Paige, her face buried in Paige's hood, breathing in her perfume to stop the burning feeling in her lungs. In return, she held Nick's sweatshirt in front of Paige's mouth to block the smell from killing her as well. As Carly turned to laugh at them, she slid down a hill and all three girls screamed.
"Carls, where are you?" Chelsea shrieked.
"GUYS!" Paige screamed out towards the camp site.
The guys were somewhat chuckling at Wade's shit fit about his fan belt when they heard all of the girls screaming. They couldn't really hear what they were saying, but when Nick heard Chelsea scream his name, he ran towards where they'd entered the woods at, Wade following him close behind.
When they got to them, they saw Paige screaming over a little cliff and Chelsea bent over, holding onto something. Dalton and Nick each tilted their heads for a moment to admire Chelsea's ass before they noticed what she was doing.
She was trying her hardest to pull Carly up by the calves, "Come on, Carly, push up!" Carly screamed back at her that she was trying and began screaming more frantically. Finally, Wade helped her yank Carly all the way up as they peered down into the pit of road kill. Chelsea groaned in disgust now that she could focus on the sight of where Carly had been as a truck pulled up.
"Hey, is that the truck from last night?"
"Not unless he fixed his headlight."
A rather dirty looking man got out and began to dump a dead animal into the pit. Chelsea followed Carly's horrified gaze to see a hand in the pit of animals. She jumped and latched onto Dalton's arm because he was closest.
"Hey!" Wade shouted at the guy. He looked up.
"Don't you see that?" Carly asked him, eyes wide. Everyone's eyes widened even more as the guy proceeded to dump the road kill and walked through the soup of animals to get to the hand. He grabbed it.
"No, wait," Chelsea cried out, "What are you doing?"
"Don't!" Carly added on as the hand came out. He knocked on it and Chelsea sighed; it was plastic.
"Does anybody need a hand?" he joked, knocking on it again, "It's fake, see? I found it on the side of the road.
As Wade began a conversation with the man, Chelsea began searching through Paige's purse. Paige looked at her, shocked before she saw that Chelsea pulled out a bottle of water to rinse Carly off with. Carly smiled gratefully, "Thanks."
"Hey have you seen my camera?" Dalton asked, smiling.
They turned to him, shocked that he would even ask that. "If you don't get the fuck away from Carly," Chelsea growled out. Everyone, including the man in the pit, stared up at her, "I'll push you into that shit, Dalton! How dare you!"
Dalton winced, backing away from her, "Meow."
As Wade spoke up about the fan belt, Carly and Chelsea both turned to him, "What?"
"It's busted," he shrugged. Chelsea rolled her eyes, of course it was. She made her way to stand next to Nick, creeped out by the way the man was looking at her- at all the girls.
"Bo might have one," the guy spoke up, "Runs a station out in Ambrose."
"Where's that?" Wade looked hopeful.
"Fifteen miles up the road," he told him.
"Let's just get one in Baton Rouge," Blake told him. They began to argue about if Wade was staying with the car or if they were going to the game. Chelsea shrieked, too hung-over to deal with them, "I'll fucking walk to the station and get the damn fan belt!"
Wade looked at her wide eyed, "What?"
"What do you need? Fifteen inches, right? Same as mine?" she looked from Wade to the guy, "Which way up the road is it?"
"I can give you a ride, if you like," he suggested. She nodded, "That's good, thank you."
Wade grabbed her arm, "I'll get it, it's my car."
"I can get it, it was my idea for you to get the damn car," she rolled her eyes. It had been her joking idea that they could start a street racing crew. He glared at her, "I'll go."
"I'm going too," Carly announced. Chelsea groaned out loud, "No, now there's no room for me!"
"Why do you want to go so bad?" Wade whispered.
"I hate sports," she mumbled, "I just came because Nick made me," she kicked the ground.
"You can all fit in the truck," he suggested, "One of you would just have to sit on the other."
"Carly, come here," Nick told her. He took off his shirt and all of the boys covered her so that she could change. Dalton even held up her dirty shirt so that he couldn't see. As Chelsea went to make her way down the hill, glancing up at Nick's shirtless body he grabbed her wrist, "Are you sure you want to go?" he glanced down at the guy.
"Nick, I'm fine. There's safety in numbers," she raised her eyebrows up and down jokingly.
"Chels," he glanced back down at the guy, "Just…be careful, okay?"
She felt her heart stop for a moment when she saw how much Nick could really care about her. She smiled and stepped up, kissing his cheek, "I promise, I'll be careful."
She followed the two down to the truck, sitting in the middle so that Carly could sit on Wade's lap.
"You're just going to let them leave like that?" Dalton asked, incredulously. "With a guy who throws road kill in a pit for a living?"
"You clean shit for a living Mr. Septic Tank Man…what's the difference?"
"I don't walk through it, that's one…" They made their way back to the cars.
