Another hard week at university is behind you. You walked back along sidewalk towards your house, lost in thought. You slowly had enough, studying was overwhelming you. Annoying professors with big egos, tests, essays... Sometimes you just want to quit your studies and run away-...

You were broken out of your gloomy trance by the loud rock music playing from a red pickup - 1963 chevrolet - that was driving in the opposite direction and stopped right next to you. River, your childhood friend, got out of the car. A troublemaker and a rebel, a retro lover, a fan of old rock. His impressive blond-haired mullet aroused admiration of many hair lovers.

"Hey, goody two-shoes. Is that a gloomy look on your face again?" A teasing smirk appeared on his lips as he pushed his sunglasses up his nose. He leaned against car door, watching you as he clearly had an idea.

"Listen, sugar. You, me and my car. Hop in and we'll go on a trip out of town for the whole weekend. We sleep on truck bed, stare at the stars, eat at Diners. What do you say? You deserve a little breather."

You were completely unprepared for such an offer, you only had the most necessary things with you, which you took to university and not much else. And you were to suddenly go away for two days? However, the opportunity to break away from studying seemed tempting...

"Come on, prude. You only have one life, let yourself have some fun!" Like a tempter, River opened the passenger door for you, inviting you inside.