Author: WillowTara Addict
Rating: From R to NC-17 due to drug use, smut and language.
Disclaimer: I don't own Willow and Tara, I am only taking them back to the future, the year of 1969... Joss, if you were a kid back then, they were always yours.
Summary: Nothing mystical or supernatural, just sex, drugs and rock 'n' roll.
Feedback: Feedback Fiend as always. Gimme, gimme: RainPaganus@msn.com.
Note: Song credit goes to The Temptations for 'I can't get next to you'.
Note #2: There will be some slangs used in this, if you are not certain what they mean, just go to http://www.angelfire.com/al/peacehippy/dictionary.html and find out.

The almost stiff breeze was flowing through the fully rolled down windows of '67 Volkswagon Bug which looked almost brand new which happened to be a loner on deserted road. A set of fingers were fiddling with the car radio knob until a song came on, drawing a smile on a young woman who wouldn't be more than nineteen. The fingers reached back to the radio knob, this time it was on its volume knob, cranking it up.

Dennis: Can turn a gray sky blue.
Melvin: I can make it rain, whenever I wanted to.
Oh, I
Eddie: I can build a castle from a single grain of sand.
Paul: I can make a ship sail, uh, on dry land.

Dennis: But my life is incomplete and I'm so blue. 'Cause I can't get next to you.

I can't get next to you, babe. (Next to you)
I can't get next to you. (I just can't get next you)
I can't get next to you, babe.
I can't get next to you.

I
Dennis: Can fly like a bird in the sky.
Eddie: Hey, and I can buy anything that money can buy.
Oh, I
Paul: I can turn a river into a raging fire.
Melvin: I can live forever if I so desired.

Eddie: Unimportant are all the things I can do. 'Cause I can't get next to you.

I can't get next to you, babe. (No matter what I do)
I can't get next to you.
Uh-ya...

"Oh come on, Tara! That's so depressing!" Another young woman sitting next to her exclaimed, trying to make herself heard over the loud music. She is almost the same age as Tara.

The woman took her deep azure eyes off the road to scowl at her friend, Ginger, which Ginger took it as ‘Don't like it then get out or stay here and deal with it.' Being Tara's childhood friend, Ginger knew Tara wouldn't throw her out if she was complaining about her choice of music and tried again. "Tara, you will definitely find someone, probably a cute guy at the Woodstock..." She paused and grinned, "After all, it's 1969!"

Tara groaned at her friend while keeping her eyes on the road which seems endless to her and chose not to say anything and allowed the song do the talking for her.

Seeing that she was not going to get anything out of Tara, Ginger unbuckled her seatbelt and reached in the back in search for something. "Aha!" Ginger returned in her seat and buckled up, holding a small cedar wooden box. Tara glanced at her friend and spoke for the first time since they left college, "Want me to pull over?"

Ginger nodded her response, opened the box revealing some marijuana and its accessories. As Tara pulled into a run-down motel in middle of nowhere, they knew it was abandoned a long time ago; Ginger finished rolling a couple of joints and grabbed a lighter. The girls stepped outside and they gasped at the increasing heat. Tara was wearing a cutoffs followed with bikini top, her long light brown but fair hair was flying slightly and a metal pendant of peace sign resting against the valley of her breasts. She walked around to the front of her car and sat on it, looking at her friend who she has known since she was five years old. Ginger was wearing a plaid skirt and loosen up white sleeveless blouse and her medium length golden blonde parted in middle followed with beaded headband. Ginger joined Tara on the car's hood, feeling the heat coming from the hood after a long drive.

"Tara, what really happened back there?" Ginger asked, sticking one in between the crack and lighten one joint, drawing a long hit.

Taking the offered joint, Tara sighed, "I was found out. Far out, huh?" Tara laughed bitterly before bringing the smoking joint against her lips and inhaled deeply.

"Oh Jesus! How?!" Ginger slipped off the hood and faced Tara directly, putting her hands on Tara's knees to comfort her best friend.

"It's a long story but the point is that I might get expelled because of my participation of pro-choice movement." Tara pinpointed, passing the half smoked joint to her friend already feeling the euphoric effect.

Shaking her blonde tresses, "They can't do that! Come on, you are even on Dean's List and they ought t-"

"Ginger... don't worry about it, we got some good miles left before we get to where we are gonna party the summer long!" Tara prompted, with a beaming smile.

Inhaling the remains of the joint before flickering it onto ground and crushed it under her boot, Ginger shouted, "Woodstock watch out, we are coming!" Before getting in the car, she grabbed the second joint out of its crack.

The women set out for the Woodstock, not knowing something will change their lives forever, dramatically...