A/N: Here I am again! :D If you're reading this, then thank you, Thank You, THANK YOU for sticking with me! You all mean a lot and are the reason that I'm still writing this story! I got yet another job teaching 2 year olds at a mother's day out program. So I've been busy, busy. BUT I'm still writing! :D I love you all, and please leave me some love at the end!

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"Come on baby let the good times roll

Come on baby let me thrill your soul..

Come on baby let the good times roll..

Roll all night long...

Come on baby yes this is this...

This is the something I just can't miss..

Come on baby let the good times roll."

- "Let The Good Times Roll" by Shirley and Lee

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From the Seward Independent newspaper, September 13, 1957:

Three days ago, on September 10, two teenagers came into the Seward County Police Department and reported that they had been held hostage by two other teenagers outside of town. Police waited to release this information, so they could verify the validity of the teens' story. The young Seward couple, who's names are being withheld for now, claims that a young man and woman asked for a ride then forced them to pull over after driving for a short time. They were tied up and led down a storm shelter at gunpoint. The car was stolen along with the teens' money. They eventually escaped their bindings and hitched a ride back to town.

The teens describe the young man as being tall with redish-brown hair and green eyes. The girl was around 5' 3" and had long, brown hair and brown eyes. Both were wearing jeans and T-shirts. They gave their names as Jake and Rose, also police believe these to be false names.

If you have information or know the identity of these two people, please contact the Seward County Police Department.

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EPOV

We drove away from the house, not knowing where the fuck we were going. I decided to keep us going West. Maybe we'd make it to Wyoming. Maybe.

Then what?

I didn't give a damn as long as we were together.

I kept experiencing a reoccurring vision of being strapped to the electric chair… with Bella sitting on my lap.

The thought made me fucking flinch and I held Bella's hand tighter. If she had to die, I'd gladly die with her. But it wouldn't happen. Couldn't happen. I'd drop Bella off somewhere if I even suspected that the cops had found our trail.

I also felt sick after having to kill the woman. Never in my whole goddamn life did I want to kill a woman. My own mother was a whore, but I certainly didn't want her life to end. I fucking hated my father for what he did to her, even if she destroyed him by screwing practically anything with a dick.

"Do you have any clue as to where you're going, kid?" she asked nervously, breaking the silence.

"I don't have a map of Nebraska memorized. We're heading West, so wherever West takes us is where we're going."

"Good enough for me," she responded quietly.

I kept my eyes on the road but squeezed her hand and leaned into her slightly. "Bella, I know this may not mean anything, but I have to say it. I want you to know that I feel fucking awful that I had to kill that woman. I know that was probably hard for you to see. I didn't want to do it. I just… wanted to scare her and make her get me the key to the care and maybe tie her up. But that's it, I sw-"

"Edward, stop," she said gently. "You don't have to explain anything to me. I know you feel bad. Shit, I understand that; trust me. But it's okay. And you only did it 'cause you had to. Alright?"

I took a deep breath and forced a smile at her. "Yeah… I guess. Guess we have to keep telling ourselves that now, don't we?"

She shook her head softly. "We both need a smoke," she said then reached for one and lit it up.

Half an hour later we were in a town called York, filling the Packard up with gas and buying some penny candy. As usual, I couldn't help but look over my shoulder every time I took a step. Made me miss that mansion. I could get through a minute without feeling someone's eyes on me when we were in that mansion.

The paranoia was irrational. I knew the cops wouldn't have found us so quickly, especially being so far away from Lincoln and we had already crossed two county lines, but I still couldn't relax.

During the drive, Bella tried to keep the mood in the car light. We couldn't pick up any radio stations, so she sang on her own instead, and I teased her for it. She belted out "Teddy Bear" and "Party Doll" while gorging herself on Tutti Frutti sticks and Tootsie Rolls.

I couldn't help but laugh and smile like a dumbass as I watched her. I could still see it in her eyes, though; she was nervous. She was just doing a damn good job at hiding it.

And I fucking loved her for that.

At one point, she reached over and unfastened my jeans while a cherry sucker dangled from her lips.

Spontaneous fucking was always our forte… Then again, we never had much choice.

"Need to relieve a bit of tension?" she asked playfully, her fingertips slowly stroking the head of my dick through my underwear. "I know I sure as hell do."

She popped the sucker out of her mouth and threw it out the window.

"Fuck, Little Devil, you should know me well enough by now. I want you all the goddamn time," I said with a smirk.

I flicked my Lucky out the window and saw a sign indicating that we had just entered the town of Grand Island. A motel called The Island Inn was right off of the highway up ahead.

Motel… Hot shower… Screwing Bella in the shower…

"Hold that thought, Bella. I'm getting us a room for the night."

She stopped the movement of her hand and looked concerned. "You think that's a good idea?"

Nothing's a good idea anymore, I wanted to say.

"We'll sign in with a fake name and be out early in the morning," I said instead.

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The hot water didn't last long. As the water steadily grew cooler, our naked bodies pressed against each other's kept us warm.

I grasped her wet hair in my hand and kept the other on her ass as she wrapped her legs around my waist tighter and tighter.

Under the lukewarm stream of water, I buried my cock deep inside her, eliciting screams and moans from her with each forceful thrust.

Her fingers clawed at my back, her body trembled, and I kept my eyes on her face. Her eyes were closed. Her lips were parted. Water dripped from the tip of her nose. She was fucking beautiful.

I kissed her neck and pumped my hips harder. My craving for her could never be satisfied.

Her head suddenly fell back, and her pussy clenched. I held her tighter as she whimpered and groaned, my face still buried in her neck.

Exhaustion began to set in, but the warmth of her orgasm made me move with even more urgency. She ran her hand through my hair as I breathed heavily against her skin. Adrenaline coursed through my body.

Finally, I was there. I groaned and took a step forward, pressing her back firmly against the wall of the shower. My eyes locked with hers. We watched each other as I came inside her, clutching her ass in my hands and moving my hips so fast I thought my legs would give out.

Only when it was over did we realize the water had gone completely cold, and we got out of there quick. We collapsed on the bed of the run-down motel room, not even bothering to dry ourselves.

Knowing that we had ditched the Packard a few blocks away from the twelve dollar a night motel we were in, I fell asleep easily with Bella in my arms.

The setting sun barely illuminated the room.

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September 13, 1957 - Day 5

I didn't sleep long. In the middle of the night, My bloodshot eyes snapped open and scanned the dark room in a panic. I saw it again in my dreams; the image of me and Bella strapped to the same electric chair. The scariest fucking thing about this image was that neither one of us seemed sad, or scared, or even uncomfortable. It made sense though, I guess. If she was going to die, I'd want to die right with her. Good way to go.

It was still my full intention to get us out of this goddamn mess. I thought I should maybe think of a new name for myself.

James Dean

"Fuck… I wish," I responded to myself out loud.

Early the next morning, I woke Bella up.

"We need more Lucky's, babe. With just one pack between us, we'll run out before we make it to the next town. After we buy the cigs, we'll need to search for another car. Then come back here and grab our shit."

She rubbed her eyes and sleepily agreed. We got dressed, and I grabbed the pistol and extra bullets. As much as I hated it, our bags and all the other weapons had to stay in the room. I glanced at the room with dismay before closing the door. Who the fuck knew if we'd make it back…

Considering Grand Island was a much larger town than Lincoln, I figured there had to be a service station that was close by the motel… at least, I hoped so.

To our relief, we only had to walk two blocks before we found one.

I kept my head low as I entered. Bella did the same, her hair slightly falling in her face. We found the cigarette shelves, and I grabbed four packs of Lucky Strikes.

The man at the counter barely looked up at me as I approached. He glanced at the packs, then began punching buttons on the cash register.

We made it out of there quickly, but I felt no relief. Now we had to find a car, and I had no fucking idea where to look. I only knew that I wanted to stay close to the motel. While keeping my distance, I surveyed every car I came across, looking for keys left in the ignition or keys visible under the front seat.

Bella stayed quiet, glancing around protectively and walking behind me.

No luck. We'd walked almost ten blocks from the motel and found not a single fucking useful car.

Frustrated, I grabbed Bella's hand and changed direction while formulating a new plan.

We turned the corner, and I heard the rumble of an engine. Halfway down the block was another service station, and a car was parked at the side of the small building. I couldn't see anyone in the driver's side or the passenger's. There was no one in the backseat either.

I stared, dumfounded for a moment, then uttered, "Perfect."

I looked at Bella. A small, hopeful smile played on her lips.

"We gotta hurry," I told her, relieved that we had found a means of escape.

We ran across the empty street to the light blue car. It was a tank. Just a shitty four-door sedan, but it worked. My heart was pounding, and our hands were clasped tightly. God had cut us another break. I opened the driver's side door, and helped Bella in quickly.

She moved over and as soon as I sat down behind the wheel, I heard an angry voice behind me.

"What the fuck do you think you're doing!"

Startled, I looked back to see a girl sit up in the backseat. Her black hair was short, she had alabaster skin, and her lips were painted with bright red lipstick. My first thought was that she reminded me of a foul-mouthed Audrey Hepburn from that movie Sabrina.

"Who the hell are y'all!" she demanded, a furious scowl on her face.

Before I could respond, I heard heavy footsteps on the dirt rushing to the car. My head whipped around, and I saw a young, blonde haired guy holding a small canvas bag, rushing towards the still open driver's side door .

Bella gripped my arm in a panic, but we didn't have time to get out. He was at the door in the next second.

"What the fuck is this about, Alice?" he asked in confusion when he spotted us.

"I don't know!" she shouted. "Just get in and haul ass, Jasper!"

He got in the car and yelled at me to "move the fuck over."

I scooted to the middle of the seat and wrapped my arm around Bella instinctively, still wondering what the fuck was happening.

He peeled away from the store and darted onto the street.

As we neared the edge of town, the girl spoke again, her head turned to the back windshield. "No one's following. I think we're good for now."

He didn't respond but looked over at us instead. "Now, who are you people and why are you in my car?" he asked with an obvious southern drawl.

I hadn't pulled my gun. I didn't feel the need to, nor had I had the time to. Everything happened so fast, but it was also clear that we had something in common with these kids. They were on the run from something, just like us. So I went ahead and told him the truth… without saying too much.

"We're running from the cops. We did some shit… back home," I said. "We just want out of here."

"Well, ain't that a goddamn coincidence. My girl here and I just knocked over two stations, and we want out of here too." He stopped, picked up the bag in his lap, then passed it to Alice in the backseat. "Count this, babe."

The tension in the car eased a bit as neither one of us felt threatened. I glimpsed a gun stashed behind his belt, and if he was anything like me, I knew he'd pull out that fucker in a second if needed.

"Just take us to the next town, and we'll get out," I said, calmly.

He shook his head and chuckled. "Hell, no. The next five towns are too close. I gotta get as far away from here as possible before I stop. You'll be tagging along for awhile."

I cracked a smirk. "Whatever the fuck works for you, man."

"Fifty-three bucks, Jas!" Alice exclaimed gleefully.

"Solid!" Jasper said in response.

She put the money back in the bag and tossed it aside, settling back into her seat. "So, what'd you guys do?" she asked us abruptly.

I didn't respond.

"What'd you do that you're running away from?" she asked again.

I stayed quiet, not knowing what to say.

"We stole a car," Bella answered matter-of-factly.

We looked at each other, and her expression was confident. She had the same idea I had; say the truth without saying too much.

Jasper laughed. "That's it?"

"Pretty much," I replied with a light chuckle.

"Well, hell, I won't ask anymore of you. I won't even ask for your names. None of my business." With another laugh, he added, "Wouldn't want you to off us for knowing too much."

I grinned. I liked this cat right away. He understood us.

"You from the South?" I asked him.

He nodded slightly. "Texas. Why?"

"The accent. Plus, you're one crazy motherfucker."

Alice and Jasper are little criminals too! The rest of the story strays completely away from the original story that inspired this fic. I'm also more than ready to tell y'all who the REAL couple is that this is based on! :D So leave a review, so I can respond and tell you who they are! Leave me some love cause I love yous! Help me get to 700! :D LOL *hugs and love*

-Andy