I haven't a clue where this is going . I just wrote it….Maybe the boys will tell me about their plans latter on . …

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It was finally the weekend, and finally a chance for them to get out from the city. To get away from life and reality, even if it was only for three days. Three days were plenty enough time to unwind, take in the fresh country air, to fish and of course to drink, all without the interruptions of the respective lives and partners. It was the boys weekend, the annual trip of four life long friends, made to the mountains every year since they were all only ten years old. Now thirteen years on, it was a ritual, one remnant of years gone by. They knew that no matter what happened in their lives, how busy they were, how they never had time to catch up, they knew that at one point during the year, they would all be together again

But of course it was not all about the continuation of a legacy nor the bonding of best friends, but more about the drinking, the fishing and of course the mess they could make without anyone, wife, girlfriend or mother telling them what to do. It was their weekend, just theirs alone. Just the gang, Jamie, Leon, Dustin and Snake. In the middle of the wilderness, surrounded by nothing but trees and animals.

Though they weren't there yet, only just reaching the edge of the city, leaving behind the bustle of Friday night traffic and heading for the open roads of the country. Dustin was driving, like he had done so every year since he was old enough to drive, it was part of the way things were, just as Leon would always sit in the passengers seat, messing with the radio every few minutes. Of course Jamie and Snake were always in the back, already surrounded by empty cans of beer, and arguing heatedly over which Olympic sport was better, hurdles, or high jump. There was only slight chatter through the whole group, that was the thing with good friends, you didn't need to speak all the time, some things were just understood. Just as it was understood that after they passed the last road house, Jamie would undoubtedly demand the stop so he could, "take a piss". Of course they would stop, Snake would wander off drunkenly, with Leon chasing after him, to prevent him from getting him hit by a passing car, like he had one year. It was almost predictable, but in such a happy and comforting way. The weekend was always good, so why change something once you've got the formulae right?

The trip passed neither slowly nor fast, but perfectly. Dustin snapped at Leon for messing with his carefully, almost neurotically tunned radio, and Jamie had thrown up out the window. Just like old times. Dustin was always the mature, responsible one, and hence the main reason he was the driver, and the fact that he always had the nicest car. He was a tall, dark haired and dark eyed young man, with a penchant for standing back from situation and just simply watching, completely the opposite to the younger, blonder and generally childish Jamie. Jamie was a year younger than the rest, but sometimes could be mistake for a teenager at times, and not just because of his youthful face and cheeky blue eyes, but because of his general attitude to life. He was carefree and hyper active, sometimes so naive and innocent, but filled with an amazing strength and character that surprised many people. Jamie also couldn't hold his liquor, as sure enough, as they passed the last road house for at least three hours drive, the blonde passenger demanded they stop for him to relive himself

Slightly annoyed, as he always was, Dustin pulled over the four-wheeler, to the side of the road, turning around to glare momentarily at his friend, who scrambled awkwardly from the car. Snake followed suit, but landed on his face, rather than his feet, thus giving Leon his cue to leave the radio alone and get out of the car, the official 'Drunk Wrangler' for the night. Snake was watching the sky, his hazel eyes dancing with drunken pleasure at the insignificant, he was the ring leader, the one who always got everyone into trouble. He was the only one who was still single, the only one who did not hold a steady job, the only one who lived like every day was his last, and the way he lived it was surprising he had survived this long. Even his nickname Snake was a sign of his stand out status in their little gang. At first it had been a joke, the name Snake, his real name being Jason, something which he now detested being called. When he was sixteen, there was a girl, he was slightly unsure of her name, Leah, Leanne….Something beginning with 'L'. It was his first love, and also his first sexual experience and not surprisingly enough hers too. The joke had all began because of a simple conversation of the girls that was over heard, and via gossip became legend. All she said was, "His thing….It was like a snake!.." And the name had stuck ever since

After a few minutes of staggering, yelling, and generally messing about, the four men were once again seated in the car and Dustin was finally able to pull back on to the road. Leon impulsively went for the radio, being one of those people who could not be happy unless 'their' music was playing, a trait that had an would always get on Dustin's nerves, he being one of those people who like soft background music, and Leon didn't. Leon was the artist, friendly, idealistic, clever and utterly annoying in his dedication to get his own way. It was a great surprise to all of them when he had gotten married only four months early, surprised any woman in the world would really be able to stand living with him, even if he was undoubtedly the best looking out of the group. With dusky blonde hair and soft green eyes, the ladies had always been after Leon, but his temperamental, and slightly excentric way had always scared them off, which was when Snake would swoop in and take this place. Snake was the womaniser, one night stands were a way of life, he had so many fuck-buddies it was almost a harem. The harem, another one of the almost private jokes between the group, finding that jokes about Snake's expansive love life never grew old, not even to Snake himself.

It was nearly midnight, and the sounds from the back of the car had finally faded as Snake and Jamie had most probably fallen to sleep. Leon gazed of into the darkness, his eyes slowly fluttering closed, only to suddenly to open again a moment latter, though at least he had not touched the radio for an hour or so. Dustin drove, keeping his mind on watching the darkness peel back away with the car's head lights. Keeping himself awake while his friends slept, and continuing their journey, their pilgrimage. With a slight smile, at the memories that the whole Boys Weekend brought up, Dustin wondered vaguely if one year something different might happen… Then again who knew, every year gave a possibility, they could only wait and see.