Road Trip!

"Road trip!" My friend Zack shouts as he loads his several trash bags of his clothes and other items into my awesome station wagon from probably before I was born but it has an awesome flaming skull on the hood. It is the summer after high school and me and my friends Zack and Phoebe are going on a road trip to Las Vegas.



"I can't wait to see all the wonderful singing acts on the strip!" Phoebe says as she walks out of her house. Her parents aren't home and are under the impression that we are checking out a college somewhere on the west coast. At the time she used that as an excuse to go with us her parents had wanted to join us but ended up backing out when their vehicle met with an unfortunate accident at the hands of some vandals.

         

Phoebe is sort of a typical girl next door because she literally lives next door to me. Unfortunately, she isn't that hot but she is cute in a normal, plain way most girls all since our expecations are set too high by Hollywood. She does this cute thing when she's nervous where she bites the ends of her long brown hair when she doesn't want to answer a question that makes her uncomfortable. She has freckles for some reason which is actually a turn off and she is kind of too skinny and a whole inch taller than me. Such a turn off but I did manage to get her to flash me for lunch money in eighth grade. That was cool. I can't believe she did that.



Zack is my only blonde friend for some reason. He likes to fashion it in that feaux hawk design that was so popular a few years back. Actually, he hasnt changed his hair style in years. He stands about as tall as Phoebe and he is slightly more muscular than me but not by much. He has these huge inhuman hands that I dont even know what he does with them. He plays basketball or he did until high school ended. He is kind of dumb but I don't care. It's part of his charm. He's even flashed me for lunch money. Which I can believe he did that.



"Are we all set?" I ask as I toss my keys in the air and catch them. I'm so cool. I can catch keys in the air without even looking. I bet the wind was blowing my short black hair to make me look more enigmatic and cool. Yeah I'm a great guy with great ideas and I am on a road trip to Las Vegas: The field of dreams. The land of oppurtunity. The town of misfit behavior.



We load up into the awesome station wagon that I own and paid for with my own college money because, I am that cool. Since I took my college money my parents gave me instead of actually going to college I decided Las Vegas would be the best place to spend all that money. Live for the now not tomorrow I always say. Which I just started saying because I felt like it.



As I sit in the driver seat, I look over to Zack who has a big bag of potato chips in his lap and he keeps munching away ignoring all things around him. I look in the back seat where Phoebe sits next to Zack's trash bags as she listens to music on her smart phone. I can not tell what brand it is but I don't really care that much anyway. I am too busy staring at her in that white tank top and jean shorts. Remembering that awesome moment in eighth grade where I saw those jail bait breasts in all their glory. She has always had a thing for me but I always keep her at arms length. I don't find her attractive enough to be my girlfriend. I need a Vegas girl. Like in that movie "Saved by th Bell Wedding" or something like that. Man that Mark Paul Gossler is one lucky guy.



"Do you mind not staring at my chest and get us gone before my parents get home?" Her voice sounds cute except that it sort of has this scratchy sound sometimes like when someone has a soar throat. Never understood nor liked it. Her eyebrows raise waiting for a response from me but I keep staring until she rolls her eyes.



"Let's get going!" I turn around quickly and put the keys in the ignition. I turn on the car and pop in my road mix tape because I never put a CD player in this vehicle. The best part of my mix tape is "Here I go again on my own!" those words epically blast through my speakers and bless us with its sweet eighties sounds of glory and triumph. Zack of course sings along as he taps off beat on the dashboard and Phoebe just turns her own music up on her phone. Her face is priceless as I take a quick peek through the rear view mirror with my red fuzzy dice hanging like a pimp.



As our road anthem ends I turn the music down because well I got bored that fast and I feel like want a conversation out of Zack which I already know how that is going to end up. I look at him briefly, noticing he has his arm hanging out of the car and still muttering the chorus under his breathe. Sometimes he can seem innocent and naive due to his somewhat simple mind. I like having him around to make me feel superior. Someday, the world will crush his soul and he will become a real man. Hopefully this trip will help with that.



"I've always wondered what life would be like with no school." Zack comes out of his trance. "I never thought I would see the day."



"Weren't you trying to get a scholarship to play basketball for some school somewhere?" I ask not remembering what he told me. Which isn't unusual, he says stupid things all the time so I fake my way through most of our conversations.



"Yeah, but man...that's too much work. Basketball is not what defines me as a person and I want to expand who I am and I believe this trip to Vegas will do just that for me. I will find my true passion in life." Zack explains but I could really care less. I'm starting to question why I consider him my friend.



"Zack, you are a dumbass." Phoebe must have noticed we weren't rocking out anymore because she said what I was thinking all the way in the back seat. "You're a talented athlete who is good enough for the NBA. Remember when several coaches were scouting you and you didn't even show up to meet them?"



"Yeah but that's because I don't want to be put in this box that society has been trying to squeeze me in all my life. I need to find who I am. My dad has been the one wanting me to do basketball and I purposely got good enough to be scouted and then just to be a complete vengeful dick I fucked it all up just to mind fuck him hard." I honestly have to say that was a brilliant plan even for a dimwit like Zack. I like him more now for that statement.



"Bravo." I congratulate without taking my eyes off the road. That is a plan on par of what I would do to someone being as big of a asshole as his dad. First time I met him all he did was talk crap to Zack. Always making fun of his stupidity and his laziness. Always making him do things to be a better person. Zack had more chores than any other teen I knew.



I guess I started to feel bad for him and just stuck by his side. His dad was a washed up college athlete who was a big deal back in his day until a sex scandal with one of the teachers surfaced. Ever since I have known Zack, his dad has been as strict as Nazi Germany. Trying to make up for his past failures through his kid. I think that is why Zack is almost legally retarded: purely out of spite.



"What exactly are we doing on this trip to Vegas?" Phoebe began to nag again. I decided not to respond and Zack was too busy in his own world to respond. At this point, he was looking out the window at all the farm animals we were passing by. "Well?" Phoebe adds, getting annoyed with me by the minute.



"Check that out!" Zack shouts before I respond to Phoebe. He sticks his head out of the open window then sticks it back in and points to a woman in a red dress with red hair and red lips and pale skin. She sticks her leg out to get our attention and I pull over to the side of the road until she is visible through Zack's window.



"Hey, boys." Her soultry seductive voice makes my legs lose their composure. "Where ya headin?" My heart beats rapidly in my chest and I think I am slightly aroused as well.



"Vegas!" Zack yells as if he couldn't control the volume of his voice anymore. I could hear Phoebe rolling her eyes and sigh. I did mean to say that. Thats how much emotion was behind that eye roll.



"I was hoping to catch a ride to Vegas. Mind if I join you guys?" I couldnt help it. I immediately moved all of Zack's bags further in the wagon part of my car and gestured for the hot sexy lady to join us. "Much obliged." She said. Whatever that means.



"What's your name?" I ask with an ear to ear grin that isn't exactly hiding my enthusiasm. I knew our adventure had just taken a turn on the wild side and I'm excited to see where that will take us.



"Starchild." She answers in her heart melting voice. "What is your name?"



"Zack." He turns in his seat to shake Starchild's hand before I could answer the question myself. I feel totally cock-blocked. "I'm hoping to find myself in Vegas and find that passion I have been missing in my life."



"Phoebe." Phoebe begrudgingly interupts. Yet another cock-block "I don't shake hands."



"Phoebe is a pretty name for a young girl like yourself." I can hear the smile in Starchild's voice. It warms me all over. "What kind of trouble are you looking to get into in Vegas?"



“We're gonna help my friend Zack here find himself in the city of sin. Sweet, sweet glorious sin.” I reply trying to sound cool. I'm totally going to get her to show me them breasts.



“Hell yeah!” Zack replies absently. He is lost in his own sea of bubbling emotions mixed with pure hatred of his father and deep love of his friends. He is somewhat of this walking contradiction. He can seem completely mentally challenged one second and other times like he is a real person. Yeah I know what I have been saying but who's telling the story? Me or you?



“Yep.” Of course that's how jealous Phoebe replies. She can be somewhat of a B word when other women are around especially ones I find attractive. I don't understand her problem. It's not like I ever faked that I liked her to get into her pants last summer. That was sweet.



“Do you guys mind pulling into this store real quick? I need to get some items.”  Starchild asks and of course I oblige. I need to pee anyway and I'm sure the other guys need some food or something. I don't really care.

“I need to pee anyway.” Zack says as I pull in front of the store that looks like it once was a Circle K but closed down and some overseas family bought it. He jumps out of the car quickly as does Phoebe and so does Starchild and me.



I begin to look at all the different drinks in the back of the store in the coolers. I'm trying to decide what it is that I want. So many choices of soda and tea and water and energy drinks that I am just having the darndest time thinking of what I truly desire out of this display of thirst quenching flavorful goodness section of this family owned convienent store that lazily still has some circle K logos around the store. The place smells of sandalwood incense and of curry. Don't question me.



“Hey sugar.” Starchild comes from behind me and grabs my firm manly buttocks. I tense in surprise and arousal and she blows air on the back of my neck, making each and every hair stand on end. “I forgot my purse in the car. Let me see the keys real quick.” I do as told and she kisses me on the cheek.



I go back to choosing a beverage with dirty, nasty thoughts in my head about Starchild. I'm totally distracted and can not concentrate on my choice so I give up and grab a bottled water and make my way to the counter. I see Phoebe with some candy and beef jerky still trying to decide which one she wants and I also hear a toilet flush and see Zack leaving the bathroom.



“Hey! What the hell?” Zack shouts as his eyes met with outside of the store through the glass door. I look toward the direction and notice my car is missing. Suddenly my arousal and distraction turns into sheer panic and horror.



“Son of a bitch!” Phoebe drops her items and rushes out the door. The foreign looking clerk looks at her suspicously. She throws her hands up in the air in disbelief and starts swearing up a storm. I don't know what to do and I left my cell phone in the car. As a matter of fact  I think we all left our phones in the car except apparently Zack since he is on the phone with his dad telling him what has just occurred.



Well, this experience has taught me to never trust strange women you pick up on the side of the road and this is a weird time to even think about this but I hope she comes back if only to give me sex time fun. She has my phone with my number in it so maybe when I get a new phone she will call me and try to be my girlfriend. Right? Am I right?