Author's Note: Totally got inspired by this Aerosmith video. Should bring back some cool memories from those of you old enough to remember it, lol...
Anna cradled her schoolbooks close to her chest as she made the mad dash across campus to her next class. She was tired. Tired of school and studying and exams. She definitely could have used a Calgon moment to take her away. Instead, daydreaming almost cost her to get run over in the student parking lot.
"Hey, watch where you're going asshole!" the fiery Latina yelled.
"Sorry. It's just me."
Anna's face instantly relaxed as she recognized the convertible and her pretty blonde friend driving it.
"I should have known. You, Peyton Sawyer, after all, hands down, no question…are the worst drive in…"
"Tree Hill?"
"Try everywhere", Anna giggled. "Now what's up? What are you doing here? I thought you had class."
"I did. I mean I do but I decided to ditch."
"Nice."
"What? It's Friday. We don't have jobs, well actually we do but whatever. We don't have to shit to do. Might as well…"
"You say 'get high' and chica, I will seriously slap you."
"I was going to say might as well take a road trip, thank you very much."
"A road trip?"
"Hell yeah."
"Like now?"
"Right now."
Anna grinned.
"Pey, you're nuts, man. I didn't pack…"
"Neither did I, now quit being a stick in the mud. Come on, you know you want to."
"I don't know…"
"Okay, okay. No peer pressure here. Go back to your boring class with your hard ass professor when you could be off having a grand old time with me."
"Peyton, I can't. Sorry. Sounds like fun but I'll catch you later."
"Why don't you catch me now?" Peyton winked.
Anna couldn't resist. Aerosmith's "Crazy" was playing in the background as Peyton cranked up the volume.
You know you drive me up the wall
The way you make good for all the nasty tricks you pull
Seems like we're makin' up more than we're makin' love
And it always seems you've got something on your mind
Other than me
Girl, you gotta change your crazy ways - you hear me
She hopped in the car and tossed her things in the bag.
"Let's roll, Mamacita", she smiled.
"Now that's what I'm talking about."
"Where are we going?"
Peyton shrugged.
"Wherever the road takes us."
Say you're leavin' on the seven thirty train
And that you're heading out to Hollywood
Girl, you've been givin' me that line so many times
It kinda gets that feelin' bad looks good
Just like the fun road trip to Raleigh to see Creedence Clearwater Revival, the girls began singing along at the top of their lungs. It was more than chilly out but it felt too good inside not to have the top open. Peyton turned on the heat full blast as they roared down the open road.
That kinda lovin' turns a man to a slave
That kinda lovin' sends a man right to his grave
They drove on into the night, driving in no particular direction and not headed to a certain destination, only stopping when the car was almost completely out of gas. Thank God for the 1970's type station that was open on the desolate country road. Peyton went inside while Anna pumped the gas.
I go crazy, crazy, baby, I go crazy
You turn it on - then you're gone
Yeah you drive me crazy, crazy, crazy for you baby
What can I do, honey
I feel like the color blue
Anna laughed out loud as she noticed for the first time the old perv staring at her butt in her jeans. Inside, Peyton wasn't having much better luck as the cashier, who didn't look a day over 13, was practically drooling. Peyton tried on a pair of cheap, plastic sunglasses, like the kind her parents used to buy her when she was in elementary school. In the mirror she looked like a dork but the horn ball behind the counter seemed to approve. He was smitten, so smitten Peyton, feeling a little crazy, wondered if she could get away with a five finger discount. Looking him right in the eye, she slipped a pair in her bag. The boy didn't budge. So she took a set for Anna. Still nothing. Candy, cookies, drinks…all of it falling into Peyton's bag without paying and the young man didn't seem to mind one bit.
You're packin' up your stuff and tryin' to tell me
That it's time to go
But I know you ain't wearin' nothin' underneath that
overcoat and that it's all a show
"Dude, what's taking so long?" Anna asked as she walked inside. "Did you pay for the gas yet?"
"Nope."
"No? Why not?"
"I don't think we have to. It's 'Free For All Day' or something. Our friend at the register let us have the gas and some snacks and of course these groovy glasses."
Two hot chicks, one bronze and beautiful, one sexy and blonde. The kid was in pubescent heaven!
"What a sweetheart", Anna cooed. "Come on, we have to give him a little token of our appreciation."
Grabbing Peyton, she slipped into retro photo booth where for a dollar, you could get four whole poses. Grinning, the girls raised their shirts and flashed their boobs for the camera. Seconds later, after the pictures processed, they ran out giggling, handing the bottom two pics to the cashier as they hurried out the door.
"Sweet!" he yelled as he saw exactly what it was.
That kinda lovin' makes me wanna pull down the shade, yeah
That kinda lovin' yeah, now I'm never gonna be the same
"I'm tired", Anna complained.
"I'm hungry", Peyton retorted.
"Got any money?"
"Like ten bucks. You?"
"No. I didn't have time to grab my wallet with my ATM and credit cards."
Great! Broke, sleepy, starving, and in the middle of nowhere.
"What the hell do we do now?" Peyton sighed.
Before Anna could respond, they noticed a rinky dink strip club on the side of the road. All they cared about was the huge lit sign that read: Amateur Night, Prize 500.00
"Let's flip for it", Anna grinned. "Loser strips. I'll call it in the air…heads."
I'm losing my mind
Girl, 'cause I'm goin' crazy
Peyton sat in the audience with the few locals, sipping warm beer. Then the music started and Anna, walked on the stage. Hair pulled up and grandpa hat on, she was dressed in a suit like a man. But once the tempo picked up, the clothes came off. The men hooted and hollered as Anna got down to her bra and undies exposing a beautifully sculpted, toned feminine body. Yes, she had full command of the joint but Anna's attention was only on one person. Seductively she crawled like an alley cat over to Peyton, stopping to stroke her face and blonde hair.
I need your love, honey, yeah
I need your love
In room 209 of the seediest Ramada Inn they had ever laid eyes on, Peyton and Anna sat on their individual beds amongst the ultimate road trip meal of Beef Jerky, Sunflower Seeds, Potato Chips and Snapple. A bottle of Gin sat on the floor between them. They sure had made five hundred bucks go a long way.
"Dude, my tummy hurts."
"Mine too", Peyton breathed.
"I can't believe this."
"What?"
"What I let you talk me into", Anna laughed.
"But we had a good time."
"We had a great time!"
And they had. That was the beauty of their friendship. As much as she loved Brooke and Haley, God forbid neither one of them would have been up for the antics the girls had pulled that night.
"Yeah", Peyton giggled. "It was pretty crazy."
I go crazy, crazy, baby, I go crazy
You turn it on - then you're gone
Yeah you drive me crazy, crazy, crazy for you baby
