A/N: Heeeyy yoooou guuyyyss! I know. I know. I should be working on my other stories, but this idea for a story just hit me on the head like a ton of bricks. So, I hope you all enjoy!
Sand, dirt, more sand and more dirt. That was all that stretched on for miles.
Chris glared at the back of his friends head, Gordie could be such an idiot sometimes.
"Look I know you're mad..."Gordie drawled carefully, turning to look at his friends face tinged with anger.
"Mad?" Chris asked, his scowl growing deeper and deeper.
"Well it wasn't my fault!" Gordie defended lamely.
"Oh, it wasn't now?" Chris growled.
Gordie looked down, "Well maybe we should look for a gas station?"
Chris gave his friend another dirty look before turning to look out the truck window.
Chris hadn't planed for this; he hadn't planned that his best friend would have the 'great idea' to have a road trip to California to kick off the first day of summer vacation. Now that Chris thought about it, it was the stupidest idea of their lives.
Now they were stranded in the middle of the desert with nothing but illegally bought beer and two boxes Twinkies for nourishment.
At the time, going to California seemed like a great idea, and all Chris could think about was sandy beaches, sunny days, and girls, lots and lots of girls. All those things ran through his mind so fast, he had forgotten about one thing and that was gas.
And that was his main thought as he glared at his broken down Chevy sitting on the empty highway shoulder, with nothing but brown dirt, yellow desert sand, and a couple buzzards to keep them company.
The buzzards, he almost forgot about those giant evil looking birds circling above their heads. Chris momentarily had a mental image of himself lying face up on the side of the highway with big scary birds fighting over his body.
He shook that thought away, soon they would find gas and there would be two smoking hot hippie chicks, fighting over him.
"Fuck yes," he mumbled causing his deer eyed best friend to look at him like he was crazy.
"Heat finally got to you man?" Gordy smirked.
"No, I'm just thinking about the ass we are going to get when we get some gas" he then smirked at his little rhyme.
"Yeah, who knows, maybe some hippie bus will drive up here and say 'hey we are lonely and we have gas, come follow us to our house.'"
Chris and Gordie looked at each other and burst into laughter, but they simultaneously stopped when they heard the sound of a car approaching.
A bright and colorfully, painted school bus drove slowly toward them, and then stopped in front of them an a couple of girls popped their heads out the window
"Did you run out of gas?" one asked.
The boys nodded
"We have some!" another one chirped looking at her friends.
"We'll give you some, and then follow us to with your truck to our house."
Chris and Gordie high fived, there really was a god.