A long and winding road

I guess each time I see

Those eyes of yours in me

I feel the sadness in the memory

When you had set ---

"What's you writing on, bugs?"

Zyan interrupted her as they pass Blacksaddles' dairy farm, the last of the town's house in the south. The farm soil which already dressed with new cotton and corn crops has change into thick rolling grasses of Bergundi, the next town from theirs.

"Nothing you can grip" Rica answered. Zyan grabs some chips front of him.

"Wow, better be nice to me you drag me into this".

"Hey Zyan, when was the last time you carpet?" Melanie interrupts. She scrubs the old spilled coffee that marked the grey carpet of Zyan's F150 truck.

Zyan laughs with chips flying out of his mouth. Rica disgustingly tried to hide her face from the salivated chips but she was still hit on the hair.

"Watch it out, you fool, ain't buying you another one" she complained.

"Hey, hey, you ask me favor, now complaining?" Zyan fired back as he eats away the chips messing his red Nike jogging shirt that almost ripping out.

"We have a deal, idiot, it's not a favor" Rica sighed.

Suddenly, Zyan's sleepy eyes awake. She remembered how her friends got him negotiated to take them to Mt. Trece.

"You sure your uncle Rob still has that Tesla electric gun you talk about?" he asked, interestingly.

Bit annoyed, she has no choice but to cut and close her notes and answer him. Zyan was bribed for the Tesla Gun which was featured in Discovery Channel a week ago. His Uncle Rob is a scientist and a mechanical engineer, so Rica thought how unlucky she is to deal with crazy relative and a geeky friend like Zyan.

"Yes. he said still fully working. Killing mosquitoes and country bugs", she dryly replied as she glances out of the meadow that is graze by cows.

"Yes! Cody will surely regret not coming!"

How hope he just come! Rica said. Cody Matthews, another childhood friend in the neighborhood, is her secret crush.

"Hey, did you see this fuzz already?" Melanie interrupted. She was busy scrolling her Facebook. Both her friends look at her through the rearview mirror.

"What fuzz is that about?" Rica asked.

Melanie smiled wide. Her two dimples shown in her white cheeks, right at the corners of her lips. "You'll definitely like it!"

Impatiently Zyan insisted to spill out the news. "Broke it out Mel, this ain't your girly talk"

Melanie ignored him. She giggled as if she won something. Rica was forced to turn and make her friend calm.

"Broadway will be giving another shot for artists and songwriters! It'll be next month!"

Rica felt an electrifying excitement from her nape down to her spine. She almost jump out of the window and raised her hands, showing Zyan her white armpits. Fatboy like them white, Zyan said to himself as he peeks to her.

"I really need to get this guitar fix!" determined Rica said loudly.

The drive lasted for almost 3 and a half hours, with two stop overs where Zyan peeing lessons. The hot summer wind irritate Rica's legs but she never dared to scratch them.

Three went down from the car as they reach Uncle Rob's two storey country house. The prairie dog barks loud but it was stopped by a car going outside the maroon paved garage. It was Uncle Rob on the wheel, waving at them. The three come close to him as he peeks her white haired head to the window. The 40-year old bachelor scientist is in a hurry.

"Uncle Rob--

"Rica! Yes yes! Rica! " as he adjusted her thick inch glasses.

"This is Melanie and Zyan -

"Hi, hi! " Uncle Rob frantically waved at the two, bewildered friends of her niece. "Err---I'm in a hurry got to catch the plane at three, the keys are at my tree down there near Gulard, I mean the dog, he doesn't bite "

"But Mom phone you---

"Yes, we talked lately I just need this I'll be back soon. You just feel at home. There's food inside! Mi casa isu casa or whatever that is. OK bye now! "

He speeds off the alley and hit the road heading south. The noon dust completely covered his way, and the three left looking at the Uncle Rob's trace.

"Well, I forgot to ask the Tesla" Zyan frustratedly broke out the minute silence.

Rica shrugged off her shoulders. "We're on our own now. This is our casa. But first, how will we get that keys" as she turns her look at the angry dog.