Justin sat bouncing in the passenger seat wearing her old cut off blue jeans, scuffed up boots and a Lynard Skynard shirt of the rusty old red Ford that Oakley and her had claimed there home away from home when they graduated high school. She squealed with excitement from the sight of the sign that said "Welcome to California."

"Stop, Oak! We gotta take a picture!" Justin said grabbing up her camera.

"Ok, ok, hold your horses, Jus!" Oakley began to pull the truck and airstream over to the side of the rode getting out to snap a picture with her sister and climbing back in heading towards the ocean. As they finally made their way into the small town they had been searching for they found themselves stopping at a gas station for some fuel and a nice cold drink. They fueled up and asked directions to the nearest place they could park their camper and headed that direction passing a small bar that had a familiar face on the board. Oakley's turquoise boots and aviators glistened against the pavement in contrast with her cut off blue jeans that matched her sister's but were much darker and that white t-shirt with the Mustang emblem on it.

"Justin! Look!" Oakley said pointing at the face from the truck window and slamming the brakes on jarring Justin awake.

"Holy shit, it's him." Justin said as she squinted at the picture. "I always wondered where he wound up. He never came back home, was pretty hard on his mama."

"Yeah that's what she wanted everyone to think." Oakley said chuckling and starting back down the road. Traveling a good mile before parking in a spot near the ocean. Her and her sister got out to survey the scenery before setting up camp and preparing for a long stay. Once they're home was set up and they're patio area set up to their liking they pulled out their guitars and began to strum a bit singing old songs their daddy had taught them so long ago. He was always gone trucking it up, leaving mama in charge of raising the four kids that they had but Oakley and Justin were the oldest and were daddy's favorites, which displeased mama. Especially since they were from his first marriage. Only reason they called Cheryl "mama" was because she was the only one they knew and didn't really wanna know her.

They decided to head back towards that bar they saw earlier as the it grew dark outside getting a little gussied up. Oakley's brown hair fell from the pony tail it had been in and swirled it to soft waves down to her elbows as her black tank top that had ruffles around the plunging neckline accentuated her bust and the blue jeans she wore fit just right with the turquoise boots peeking out from under them. Justin was some what sexier wearing a leather mini skirt and flesh colored tank top with her boots. Her blonde hair was down as well but straight as a board, like it had always been. Justin was more into gussying up then Oakley, but could easily be as much of a tomboy as her sister.

They walked into the bar and as soon as they did everything stopped. They smiled at the site of Beau Hutton up there on the stage smiling back at them.

"Well, well if it is the Gunn sisters." His deep voice spoke through the microphone as he stared them down. Noticing Justin step forward.

"Oak, knew she would find you Beau Hutton. All she needed was to catch your scent just like when you two were dating in high school."

Oakley turned every shade of red except maroon as she elbowed her sister, glaring at her and returning to smile at Beau.

"You two feel like singing a song or two with me?"

"Sure, why the hell not."

"Let's sing Boondocks by Little Big Town." Justin gushed as she walked onto the stage, glancing at her sister and Beau. Who agreed with her, Justin wasn't the kind you wanted to disagree with. She was sorta bratty and tended to get her way, unlike the shy and quiet Oakley. It was amazing at how different the two were but got along so well. Even while singing their differences showed. Justin being more of a rock star while Oakley was more soulful and reserved. As they left the stage a stranger came up to asked them why they had suck awkward names and was quite shocked by their answers.

Oakley placed her hand on her hip and stared at the man. "My mom named me after her dog, and Annie Oakley, but more of the dog then her."

Justin followed suit but was some what meaner with her answer. "She thought I was a boy and was too lazy to change my name."

Beau began to chuckle as he pointed the girls to a table continued his set.

As the bar began to slow down and Beau's set was finished he joined the girls at a table buying them each a beer. Still smiling at them as he lit a cigarette. "So what brings you two all the way out here."

"We're traveling, been traveling since Justin here graduated. Thought you knew that?" Oakley spoke up then feeling more comfortable in the booth they were all seated at now.

"Yeah, I knew you two did that trying to get away from Cheryl. I don't blame ya I got away as soon as I could too."

"Beau, you got away as soon as Kelly Canter talked James into letting you on the tour is what you did. Jennie told me what went on in that rehab, you sneaky little snake in the grass." Justin giggled as she downed her beer.

"Yeah, I should have known Jennie would go running her mouth to everybody even two people that could care less."

"You acted like we just up and left, we offered for you to come. You said there wasn't-"

"Wasn't enough room in the truck or airstream for me, yeah, yeah I know. You gotta rub it in Justin?" Beau said taking a sip from his beer.

"Yeah I do, my big sister was heartbroken, she would have been more than happy to share her bed with THE Beau Hutton." Justin dodged away from her sister's jab, noticing her red face once again which was accompanied by her silence.

"I'm sure she would have." Beau said smiling at Oakley and noticing the smile he received in return.

"Closing time, Beau!" The bartender hollered from the front door as the three looked around to see the now empty bar and got up to walk out to their vehicles which sat lonely in the parking lot Beau's Blue Ford almost perfectly matched Oakley and Justin's rust red Ford.

"I see you two made sure you kept your grandpa's truck." He said walking them to their truck.

"Yeah, we couldn't part from it. It's given us some problems but nothing me and Justin can't fix." Oakley said with a smile as she opened the squeaky door and climbed into the driver seat.

"I'll follow you two to your place, make sure you get home safe." He said climbing closing her door.

"You think we can't handle ourselves, Hutton?" Justin shouted as she sat in the passenger seat.

"I know you two can, after all you both did take out half the football team when they refused to let you play with 'em."

"You damn right we did!" Justin said closing her door and giggling at Beau walking to his truck shaking his head.

Oakley giggled and the truck rumbled to life and she put it in gear waiting on Beau as she drove in the direction of the airstream.

Oakley opened the door and turned on the light waving Beau and Justin in as she walked in behind them watching Beau survey the girl's handy work that had become their home.

He walked into the trailer and looked around it had turquoise blue walls it was easy to tell it had been customized. There was what looked like an antique couch that had been recovered with a pink glitter vinyl and two drums repurposed for a type of table and had been covered with pink and purple tied dyed fabric. The kitchen area had tin that looked like it belonged on the ceiling of an old saloon as the backsplash while the cabinet doors were covered with the same metal but painted a pale yellow that had been sanded down to match the worn out look of the rest of the trailer. The floor seemed like an old diner's floor with its black and white checkers leading further back into the trailer it was scuffed and looked as if it had been well used. They had several pictures hanging on the walls of the airstream some seemed to be of them when they were younger and others were artworks and posters. The only modern thing in the trailer which wasn't that modern was the fifties style refrigerator and stove that were red with small amounts of rust on the corners. The copper sink shown in the light of the minnow bucket that had been turned into a ceiling light as he continued to look around his eyes fell on the brunette that had taken her seat on the pink couch and the blonde that sat next to her. He moved to take a seat in the cut padded church pew that created the booth effect for the dining room table was matched by the other half of the pew on the other side that had also been recovered and matched the couch which sat behind the dining table, which resembled an old epoxy bar top with concert flyers sealed in it.

"You guys worked hard on this old piece of junk, you did a good job." He chuckled at them.

Oakley smiled at the sight as she stood and turned on her heels to lead him towards the back of the trailer showing him first the bathroom. The bathroom was at the beginning of the hallway and the only thing that separated it from the hall was a double curtain one that was the same turquoise blue as the hall and the front of the trailer and the top layer a rainbow beaded handmade curtain that hung all the way to the floor. As she pulled back the curtain she revealed a closet size Lime green room with a multi colored blue tiled shower that had a Plexiglas door that was painted into a mural with what looked like to be an old bronze drawer handle as the knob that would allow you to enter the shower. The sink was antique as well but a pale pink and the counter was the same pale yellow as the counters in the kitchen. The mirror was once an antique white mirror that was turned into a medicine cabinet with ease and was painted to match the sink.

Oakley let the curtain fall after noticing that Beau had taken in enough of the bathroom and walked to the back where another curtain hung the same blue curtain as the bathroom but minus the beaded curtain. She pulled back the curtain and motioned for Beau to step back into what was the girl's bedroom. As he stood close to the curtain Oakley moved from his view and sat on her bed. This room had silver walls that looked as if it was the same tin that had been used on the kitchen a small cabinets and drawers served as the girls closets and dressers. The focal point was the two bunks that sat side by side with just a small table separating them. the linens were oddly enough camouflage but still had a girly charm with pink trim around the ends and lace on the openings of the pillow case. Orange sheets poked out from underneath the foliage covered duvet cover which seemed to flow to the floor of the trailer which had remained the same checkered tile throughout the airstream but was covered by a small rug between the beds. On the walls were several pictures of different children, an elderly woman and man, their dad, who Beau grew up around, and what seemed to be a younger version of Oakley and Justin. The only sign of technology in the whole mobile home was the flat screen TV and DVD player that hung on the wall at the foot of the beds and the cell phones that laid on the nightstand.

The girls made their way back to the front of the trailer after changing into something more comfortable and began talking over a few beers as well as singing a few songs together and slowly drifting back into conversation. Oakley struggled with the beige colored over sized sweater that hung from her shoulders and blanketed the blue sleep pants she was wearing. While Justin of course was the wearing something sexier. Her short black shorts and wife beater seemed so tight it would be uncomfortable and her blonde hair looked as if it was fighting its way out of the top bun that matched Oakley's.

"So where have you two been?" Beau asked as he put the beer bottle to his lips and took another sip.

Justin and Oakley looked at each other and smiled as Justin got up to grab a photo album from their bedroom. Oakley felt kinda uncomfortable as she heard Justin throwing stuff around in the back and watching Beau, who was staring at her still drinking his beer.

"How ya been, Oak?" He finally decided to break the silence.

"Good, been leaving dust trails everywhere we go I guess." She giggled nervously.

"That's good. I'm happy you came this way, never thought I would see you again."

"Yeah, I know. I kinda left in a hurry huh?" She shrugged rubbing the back of her head with her hand. "Sorry about that Beau."

"It's alright I guess. I got a little used to it, took me a while though." Beau leaned back in his chair as Justin walked in slamming a photo album on the table in front of him and taking her seat once again, picking up her getting and tuning it a bit.

"Dang, you guys have been busy." He said as he flipped through the pages looking at all the state line pictures they had taken and all the big landmarks. He flipped back to the first page and stared at the two young girls as they began their journey. Rubbing his fingers across the pictures and smiling at the smile on each of there faces. "Well looks like you two have went out and made yourselves very happy." He looked up to Justin and shook his head at her. "Still playing around on that thing I see?"

"You can't be the only one with all the fame, Beau Hutton." Justin said glancing up from her guitar."

He chuckled in response. "I don't have any fame, lost it all after the tour."

"Yeah, right I'm sure a bunch of bimbos still remember you on that tour."

"Yeah, I'm sure they do." He continued to chuckled.

Oakley climbed passed her sister and made her way back to the bedroom. She heard her sister's guitar begin to play and felt the trailer shake a bit as the heavy boot steps of Beau made their way to the back. She laid there on her bed feeling him staring at her. "What do you want, Beau?"

"Just wanted to make sure you were ok." He said sitting on the foot of her bed, his eyes never leaving her.

"I'm fine. Just a little tired from the drive."

"I'll come back tomorrow after work then." He said standing up, but felt her grasp the sleeve of his Carhart jacket.

"You can stay if you want." She said releasing him and sitting indian style on her bed as she traced the leaves on her comforter.

He smirked at her and kicked off his boots setting them next to the night stand and hanging his hat on the lamp. He sat behind her fixing the pillows so he would be more comfortable propping up against the wall. Oakley turned on her favorite movie, Breakfast at Tiffany's as she leaned back into him, already feeling his eyes roll.

"Do you not ever get tired of this movie?"

"It was either this Gone with the Wind, or Cat on a Hot Tin Roof." She smirked up at him.

"Fine, I guess I can handle this one then." He chuckled as he wrapped the arm closest to her figure around her. Feeling her excitement as the movie started and smiling wider than ever. He was happy to have Oakley and Justin around again.

"You two are pitiful." Justin said as she pushed her way passed the curtain, revealing the darkened front of the camper. "If you're leaving Beau better do it is locked and you ain't gonna wake us up to unlock it." Justin said as she pushed back the blankets on her bed. Feeling the shove from Oakley's foot on her butt she turned around to smack it. "Stop that!"

Oakley and Beau bursts into chuckles as they laid there. She looked at him and smiled. "You can stay if you want. You've had a few beers after all."

"I'll think about it." He smiled down at her.

Oakley lightly slapped his chest and went back to watching her movie. A few minutes later Beau looked down to see her already asleep. He got up and peeled back the blankets tucking her under them then returning to his spot. He felt her sleeping figure move back to her original position. He smiled down at her sleeping and leaned his head in the corner he was sitting in as he looked over to Justin to he her asleep too before closing his eyes himself.