Redneck Crazy

"WHAT DOES THE FOX SAY?!" Blasted my radio. My best friend Brook sat across from me in my big Powerwagon.

"IT SAYS SHUT THE FUCK UP!" I yelled. We both cracked up at my outburst. Brook clenched her stomach, leaning her brown haired head against the window. I took my phone from her and put on some country music. Or in other words, my life. I completely love country.

The world flashed by us as we drove down the dirt road. This is pretty much what we did with our days. Just driving around, doing our jobs on the farm where we work, doing redneck girl stuff, you know, the stuff Nebraska raised girls do.

"Blake. School starts next week." Brook said out of the blue.

"Ughhhh don't remind me you ratchet ass hoe!" I screamed. See? This is our friendship. We can call each other names and neither one cares because we've been best friends since 8th grade. Brook was one of those girls who was so beautiful that whenever we went out in public, she got a whistle or was asked for her number. It was really crazy how beautiful she was. That's Brook Anglin for ya. Me on the other hand, never got any of that. I only got a "Hey Blake." or a "Hey. What's up?" I'm not saying I'm jealous of Brook but...yeah. Actually I am jealous of her perfect life.

My iPhone started ringing, snapping me out of my thoughts. I picked it up seeing that the caller ID was a guy from out school. Why the hell would he be calling me?

"Uh. Hello?" I answered. The voice on the other end was the familiar Dylan's voice. Dylan was one of the hottest guys in school, and pretty much every girl wanted to bang him. Especially Brook.

"Hey Blake! Um this is probably really weird that I'm calling you, but me and my buddies wanted to invite y'all to a bonfire tonight at 8." His country accent was heavenly. Brook looked at me and started dancing around in her seat.

"Who is it? Who is it? Who is it?" She whispered loudly. Mouthing Dylan Dauzat to her, her mouth gaped open revealing her pearly white teeth. Focusing on the road I nodded in shock, not realizing I hadn't answered him.

"Yeah! Of course. We'll be there." My heart raced, pounding out of my chest. Excitement flushed over me. Dylan Dauzat. The hottest guy in our grade. His blue eyes that changed to brown had every girl entranced.

"Awesome! See y'all then." I hung up and literally started screaming and pounding in the wheel.

"WHAT DID THE GREAT GOD DYLAN SAY?!" Brook screamed.

"He fuckin invited us to his bonfire tonight. Brook," she turned to me wide eyed, "Let's go get our party boots on!!!!" 

"Hell ya!" Whipping my truck around, I drove back through the muddy road that we always drove on, down past the creek to my families, old house that was off a side road, through a huge mud puddle. We drove, pretty much through the woods, to my hidden sanctuary. The house was fairly large. It had 4 bedrooms, 2 bathroom, and 2 living rooms. It was plenty big for Brook and I. We were the only ones who lived there since my parents, the ones who feel the need to keep 2 houses because they're rich, let us live in. It's the jackpot. Cable TV, plumming, flatscreen TVs, a lake with jetskiis and boats in the back, plus 100 acres of woods. My and Brooks home. Our heaven. 

I pulled around the circle drive to the garage, pulling in the door and jumping out as fast as we could. The garage was attached to the house so we had fast access to the kitchen after work. Usually  we came in, got snacks and went our seperate ways through the house. 

We stumbled up the stairs trying to get to our rooms as fast as we could. My room was the the first one on the right. I grabbed the handle, pushing it down hard and fast, surprisingly not breaking it. After that burst of exercise, my legs felt weak as I walked through the door, taking in the vanilla scent my room. Everything was very organized in my room. No clothes on the floor, no random junk placed in random spots. Just all the photos of memories with Brook and my friends and family. 

I moved over to the dresser and opened it to reveal my jeans, underneath was the diary I've kept since I was 13. Picking up the leather book, I moved my hand down the front carefuly, trying not to damage the fagile old stickers my brother had placed on it, to get revenge on me for breaking his PS2. The stickers were drawn over with mustaches and other things, not making them look cute and pretty. I placed the book back down gently, and pulled out a pair of my Miss Me jean shorts. The fronts of the legs were whiter than the rest of the dark blue colors. Shutting that drawer I moved down to the next, and pulled out my orange tank top with deer antlers put together to form a heart on the front. I also pulled out a Under Armor Camo sweatshirt with a pink Under Armor sign on it. I went to my bathroom and changed into those, putting on the brown cowboy boots on my feet but leaving my sweatshirt off until it was cold out.

As I waited on the straightener to heat up, I walked over to Brooks room to see what she was wearing. I walked in to her listening to My Nigga. That girl. She danced around in a sports bra and her jean shorts. She started twerking in front of the mirror.

I tried holding back a laugh and yelled, "BOOM! Cause ya neva know!" at her. She jumped 2 feet in the air. 

"JESUS CHRIST! BLAKE! YOU BITCH!!!" Pouting she turned back to the mirror and started twerking again.

"Stop. Us country girls don't do that." She scowled at me and went back to choosing what to wear. She pulled out her Camo tank top that fit her tiny body tightly. It was the cutest thing ever and if she was wearing that with her shorts, it would look really cute. She went into the bathroom with the appropriate bra, as I went and sat on her bed.

"So why do you think Dylan invited us to his bonfire?" Brooks head popped around from the corner of her door frame. 

"I don't know. I mean, I've known him since 8th grade and we've never really talked at all." I drifted off staring into space at Brook's walls that were also filled with memories. She had many friends, many more than me in fact. Sometimes I was jealous of how popular she was. Most people flocked to her because of her looks, not even noticing me standing right beside her. 

Brook made a hmm kind of noise, "Maybe one of his friends asked him to invite you. I mean he's kind of in the, "IN" crowd." She said quoting in the air. 

"Or maybe he just wanted to see you." I mumbled. Her head whipped around the corner and gave me a scowl, "Or maybe not." I replied lifting my hands in the air as defence. I walked out of the room towards mine again. The straightener was definantly ready. The bathroom had that kind of burning hair smell. So I assume it was ready. As I walked in, I went over to my Iphone dock that I had specialy made. I plugged in my camo covered Iphone and started playing Country Boy by Aaron Lewis. I straightened my hair to perfection and put on mascara and eyeliner. Lightening my eyes a bit, I nodded. I looked good. Ready for a redneck bonfire.