Bonnie & Clyde
AN: Thank you every one who reviewed! I'm much obliged. I'm sorry for ya'll who don't like the southern accents, I'm gonna try and tone it down a little bit, but Miss Bonnie Parker and Mr. Clyde Barrow were both southerners so I'm gonna make Spike and Faye possess the some of the same qualities as them. I switched the pov to third person.
Chapter 2: We Rob Banks
*Stolen Car Driving Away from West Dallas*
Spike quickly swerved out of the way of an on coming car as he continued to speed down the dirt road out of town. Miss Valentine was now on him, her arms around his neck kissing him excitedly. He swerved out of the path of another car as she threw her head back laughing. She was caught up in the excitement of the impulsive and reckless robbery of the drug store. She started kissing him again on his cheek and neck. He turned sharply down a road into a grassy hill shaded by trees. "Slow down." He told her smiling nervously as she tried to pull him on top of her self. She started kissing him on the lips as she ran her hands through his hair under his fedora knocking it off his head. He could fell his heart speed up as his breath started catching in his chest.
"Cut it out!" He cried sitting up and getting out of the car taking his hat off nervously. You see the problem is when Spike went to prison he was a virgin and when he was there he was assaulted by the inmates and that took a heavy toll on his psyche, so you see the poor boy is frightened by Faye's sudden attraction to him and her spontaneously kissing him and pulling him on her. (had to tell you that) Spike walked away from the car a little shaken. He tried to collect the scattered thoughts that were running through his mind.
"I might as well tell ya right off. I ain't much of a lover boy." He confessed to her walking back to the car. He tried to smile as he ducked his head in to the car to look at her. "But that don't mean nothin' personal about you." He told her as she looked at him with a puzzled and hurt expression. "Ain't nothin' wrong with me. I don't like boys." He told her laughing slightly as he pulled his head back out of the car hitting the metal frame with the back of his head.
She looked over to him brushing her hair roughly. "Your advertisin' is just dandy. Folks would never guess you don't have a thing to sell." She sounded upset and hurt. "You'd better take me home now." Spike tried to stop her by climbing in the car and grabbing for her arm. He needed her, he knew that there was something more out there for them and they would find it together. "Now don't you touch me!" She cried opening the car door and jumping out. He followed her falling out of the car face first into the dirt. He stood back up quickly dusting him self off.
"All right. All right. If all you want's a stud service, you get on back to West Dallas and you stay there the rest of your life." Faye stopped walking and listened to him. "You're worth more than that. A lot more than that." He dusted his hat off as he continued. "You know it and that's why you come along with me." He yelled at her pointing to the ground he was standing on clutching his crumpled hat. "You could find a lover boy on every damn corner in town. It don't make a damn to them whether you're waitin' on tables or pickin' cotton, but it does make a damn to me!" He continued to yell feeling the mussels in his neck strain.
"Why?" She asked in a shaky voice the tears evident. She turned around to look at him.
"Why? What you mean, 'Why?' Because you're different, that's why. You know, you're like me. You want different things." He told her calming down a bit. "You got something' better than bein' a waitress." He started to fidget with his hat again. He was nervous that she wouldn't come with him. "You and me travelin' together, we could cut a path clean across this state and Kansas and Missouri and Oklahoma and everybody'd know about it." He told her pointing his hand at her clutching the white hat believing with every fiber of his being that they could do it together. "You listen to me, Faye Valentine. You listen to me." He walked up to her and looked at her wonder filled eyes. He knew that anything would sound better then some dead end waitress job at a greasy café in West Dallas. "How would you like it if you could walk into a nice n' fancy hotel wearin' an expensive nice silk dress?" He told her waving his hand around her body creating a beautiful silk dress in his imagination. "And everyone would be waitin' on you. Huh? How'd ya like that? Well that ain't enough for you! You deserve even better than that!" He yelled again walking back to the as he put his hat back on.
She cocked her head looking at me for a moment. "When'd ya figure that all out?" she asked him as he gave her a small smile putting his hat back on.
"When I first saw ya." She stared at him before smiling.
"Alright Mr. Spike Spiegel you've got your self a partner in crime." Her eyes lit up as she told him this. He grinned as she walked back over to him and got in the car. They drove off down the dirt road. After a while they stopped at a little café on the side of the road to get something to eat. They sat down in a booth and Faye ordered a cheeseburger. Spike sat across from her studying her every feature and movement. He started talking as Faye watched him.
"Now you wake up every mornin' and you hate it. You just hate it. You get on down there and you put on your white uniform..."
Faye looked at him indignantly, "Pink, it's pink." She corrected him.
"And them truck drivers come in there to eat your greasy burgers and they kid ya, and you kid 'em back. But they're stupid and dumb boys with the big ol' tattoos on 'em, and you don't like it. And they ask ya on dates, and sometimes you go but you mostly don't because all they're ever tryin' to do is get in your pants whether you want 'em to or not." She stared at him still a little cross but still listening. "So you go on home and you sit in your room and you think, 'Now when.and how am I ever gonna get away from this?'" He smiled at her cockily, "And now you know."
Her cheeseburger came. An old middle-aged greasy woman placed the plate in front of Faye. The woman looked at Spike and smiled chewing her gum like a cow. She was wearing a headband similar to the one Faye wore. The woman walked away as Spike paid her. Faye took a large bite out of her burger and chewed it down as if she hadn't eaten in days. "Change that. I don't like it." Spike told Faye point to her yellow headband. She looked at the table for something to wipe her greasy hands off with and grabbed a napkin. She took the headband off and put it on the table and shook her head. She rose and eyebrow asking with her expression if it was better. He looked at her approvingly. She had changed her appearance so quickly at his command. She smiled turning her head to show off before she finished eating. They walked out of the café together. Faye walked over to the car they had stolen before as Spike walked over to a nice new Ford convertible coupe.
"What are ya doin?" she asked in a whisper looking around nervously.
"Getting in the car." He told her as he hot-wired the car and got in the drivers seat.
"But we come in this one." She told him pointing to the other car.
"That don't mean we have ta go home in it." He told her smiling as she looked around and ran over to the coupe and got. She looked back at the café laughing quietly as they took off down the road.
*Old Abandon House In the Middle of Nowhere*
Spike stood outside the old house where Faye had slept during the night. He was practicing shooting bottles off an old white wooden fence. He heard her call his name as he stopped firing. "Spike! Spike?!?!" He walked up to a cracked window and smiled at her.
"Good mornin' sunshine."
"Where did ya sleep?" Faye asked looking around the old house.
"Oh I slept out by the car." Spike told her nodding his head towards where the car was. "Come here there's something I want to show you." He told her as she opened the old creaky door and walked out. Spike held his gun at waist level and shot all seven old beer and Coca Cola bottles of the fence.
"Geez you're good." Faye sighed smiling.
"I ain't good I'm the best." He bragged to her stepping of the old and broken down porch.
"And modest." She replied following him.
Spike handed her the pistol, she looked at him puzzled at how to use it but eager to learn. "Now just relax, aim and pull the trigger." He instructed her as she looked at the tire swing she was aiming for and missed. The gunshot frightened her a little but he told her it was ok and she tried again. The next time she hit the tire swing and sent it spinning. Faye gasped excitedly as she blew the smoke away from the gun barrel dramatically. "YAHOO!" Spike cried picking her up and spinning her around. He put her back down on the ground as he took her hand. "Now I'm gonna get you a Smith and Western* and ya see it'll go in your hand a little bit easier-" Spike heard a twig snap behind him. He took the gun from Faye's open hand and spun around ready for an attack. It was an old white haired sharecropper wearing a worn and torn pair of faded blue overalls.
"No sir, no sir." He said backing away with his hands raised. "You just go right on ahead." He told them putting his hands down as Spike stood up putting his gun down. The old man looked at the house forlornly. "This house here used to be mine, before the bank took it." He said sadly pointing to a large wooden sign on the fence that read "Morris and Son's Bank Property. Trespassers will be prosecuted."
Faye looked at the old man feeling his pain. "That's a shame sir."
"You're damn right it is!" The old man said looking back at his car where his wife and kids were sitting. Spike pulled the gun up and shot three holes in the banks wooden sign. He handed the old farmer the gun and nodded. The old man took it and shot one hole in the sign and then another in a window. It shattered. The old man winked at Spike handing him back the gun. Another old man walked up to them. "This is my friend Davis he helped me build this place." The old farmer introduced his African American companion. Spike looked at the other old man and handed him the gun. The man took it and shot a bullet into the window as they heard it ricochet off metal items in the house. He handed the gun back to Spike nodding in appreciation.
"This here is Faye Valentine.and I'm Spike Spiegel." Spike said waving his hand back to Faye as he smiled charmingly. The old men started to walk away as Spike finished his sentence, "we rob banks." The farmer looked back at them with an uncertain look as Spike looked back still smiling. Faye looked at him intrigued at this sudden announcement of their future to come but she quickly smiles brushing a few strands of her hair behind her ear.
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AN: ok how did ya like that?? I hope you understand what happened.please review and tell me what you think! *a type of gun.
AN: Thank you every one who reviewed! I'm much obliged. I'm sorry for ya'll who don't like the southern accents, I'm gonna try and tone it down a little bit, but Miss Bonnie Parker and Mr. Clyde Barrow were both southerners so I'm gonna make Spike and Faye possess the some of the same qualities as them. I switched the pov to third person.
Chapter 2: We Rob Banks
*Stolen Car Driving Away from West Dallas*
Spike quickly swerved out of the way of an on coming car as he continued to speed down the dirt road out of town. Miss Valentine was now on him, her arms around his neck kissing him excitedly. He swerved out of the path of another car as she threw her head back laughing. She was caught up in the excitement of the impulsive and reckless robbery of the drug store. She started kissing him again on his cheek and neck. He turned sharply down a road into a grassy hill shaded by trees. "Slow down." He told her smiling nervously as she tried to pull him on top of her self. She started kissing him on the lips as she ran her hands through his hair under his fedora knocking it off his head. He could fell his heart speed up as his breath started catching in his chest.
"Cut it out!" He cried sitting up and getting out of the car taking his hat off nervously. You see the problem is when Spike went to prison he was a virgin and when he was there he was assaulted by the inmates and that took a heavy toll on his psyche, so you see the poor boy is frightened by Faye's sudden attraction to him and her spontaneously kissing him and pulling him on her. (had to tell you that) Spike walked away from the car a little shaken. He tried to collect the scattered thoughts that were running through his mind.
"I might as well tell ya right off. I ain't much of a lover boy." He confessed to her walking back to the car. He tried to smile as he ducked his head in to the car to look at her. "But that don't mean nothin' personal about you." He told her as she looked at him with a puzzled and hurt expression. "Ain't nothin' wrong with me. I don't like boys." He told her laughing slightly as he pulled his head back out of the car hitting the metal frame with the back of his head.
She looked over to him brushing her hair roughly. "Your advertisin' is just dandy. Folks would never guess you don't have a thing to sell." She sounded upset and hurt. "You'd better take me home now." Spike tried to stop her by climbing in the car and grabbing for her arm. He needed her, he knew that there was something more out there for them and they would find it together. "Now don't you touch me!" She cried opening the car door and jumping out. He followed her falling out of the car face first into the dirt. He stood back up quickly dusting him self off.
"All right. All right. If all you want's a stud service, you get on back to West Dallas and you stay there the rest of your life." Faye stopped walking and listened to him. "You're worth more than that. A lot more than that." He dusted his hat off as he continued. "You know it and that's why you come along with me." He yelled at her pointing to the ground he was standing on clutching his crumpled hat. "You could find a lover boy on every damn corner in town. It don't make a damn to them whether you're waitin' on tables or pickin' cotton, but it does make a damn to me!" He continued to yell feeling the mussels in his neck strain.
"Why?" She asked in a shaky voice the tears evident. She turned around to look at him.
"Why? What you mean, 'Why?' Because you're different, that's why. You know, you're like me. You want different things." He told her calming down a bit. "You got something' better than bein' a waitress." He started to fidget with his hat again. He was nervous that she wouldn't come with him. "You and me travelin' together, we could cut a path clean across this state and Kansas and Missouri and Oklahoma and everybody'd know about it." He told her pointing his hand at her clutching the white hat believing with every fiber of his being that they could do it together. "You listen to me, Faye Valentine. You listen to me." He walked up to her and looked at her wonder filled eyes. He knew that anything would sound better then some dead end waitress job at a greasy café in West Dallas. "How would you like it if you could walk into a nice n' fancy hotel wearin' an expensive nice silk dress?" He told her waving his hand around her body creating a beautiful silk dress in his imagination. "And everyone would be waitin' on you. Huh? How'd ya like that? Well that ain't enough for you! You deserve even better than that!" He yelled again walking back to the as he put his hat back on.
She cocked her head looking at me for a moment. "When'd ya figure that all out?" she asked him as he gave her a small smile putting his hat back on.
"When I first saw ya." She stared at him before smiling.
"Alright Mr. Spike Spiegel you've got your self a partner in crime." Her eyes lit up as she told him this. He grinned as she walked back over to him and got in the car. They drove off down the dirt road. After a while they stopped at a little café on the side of the road to get something to eat. They sat down in a booth and Faye ordered a cheeseburger. Spike sat across from her studying her every feature and movement. He started talking as Faye watched him.
"Now you wake up every mornin' and you hate it. You just hate it. You get on down there and you put on your white uniform..."
Faye looked at him indignantly, "Pink, it's pink." She corrected him.
"And them truck drivers come in there to eat your greasy burgers and they kid ya, and you kid 'em back. But they're stupid and dumb boys with the big ol' tattoos on 'em, and you don't like it. And they ask ya on dates, and sometimes you go but you mostly don't because all they're ever tryin' to do is get in your pants whether you want 'em to or not." She stared at him still a little cross but still listening. "So you go on home and you sit in your room and you think, 'Now when.and how am I ever gonna get away from this?'" He smiled at her cockily, "And now you know."
Her cheeseburger came. An old middle-aged greasy woman placed the plate in front of Faye. The woman looked at Spike and smiled chewing her gum like a cow. She was wearing a headband similar to the one Faye wore. The woman walked away as Spike paid her. Faye took a large bite out of her burger and chewed it down as if she hadn't eaten in days. "Change that. I don't like it." Spike told Faye point to her yellow headband. She looked at the table for something to wipe her greasy hands off with and grabbed a napkin. She took the headband off and put it on the table and shook her head. She rose and eyebrow asking with her expression if it was better. He looked at her approvingly. She had changed her appearance so quickly at his command. She smiled turning her head to show off before she finished eating. They walked out of the café together. Faye walked over to the car they had stolen before as Spike walked over to a nice new Ford convertible coupe.
"What are ya doin?" she asked in a whisper looking around nervously.
"Getting in the car." He told her as he hot-wired the car and got in the drivers seat.
"But we come in this one." She told him pointing to the other car.
"That don't mean we have ta go home in it." He told her smiling as she looked around and ran over to the coupe and got. She looked back at the café laughing quietly as they took off down the road.
*Old Abandon House In the Middle of Nowhere*
Spike stood outside the old house where Faye had slept during the night. He was practicing shooting bottles off an old white wooden fence. He heard her call his name as he stopped firing. "Spike! Spike?!?!" He walked up to a cracked window and smiled at her.
"Good mornin' sunshine."
"Where did ya sleep?" Faye asked looking around the old house.
"Oh I slept out by the car." Spike told her nodding his head towards where the car was. "Come here there's something I want to show you." He told her as she opened the old creaky door and walked out. Spike held his gun at waist level and shot all seven old beer and Coca Cola bottles of the fence.
"Geez you're good." Faye sighed smiling.
"I ain't good I'm the best." He bragged to her stepping of the old and broken down porch.
"And modest." She replied following him.
Spike handed her the pistol, she looked at him puzzled at how to use it but eager to learn. "Now just relax, aim and pull the trigger." He instructed her as she looked at the tire swing she was aiming for and missed. The gunshot frightened her a little but he told her it was ok and she tried again. The next time she hit the tire swing and sent it spinning. Faye gasped excitedly as she blew the smoke away from the gun barrel dramatically. "YAHOO!" Spike cried picking her up and spinning her around. He put her back down on the ground as he took her hand. "Now I'm gonna get you a Smith and Western* and ya see it'll go in your hand a little bit easier-" Spike heard a twig snap behind him. He took the gun from Faye's open hand and spun around ready for an attack. It was an old white haired sharecropper wearing a worn and torn pair of faded blue overalls.
"No sir, no sir." He said backing away with his hands raised. "You just go right on ahead." He told them putting his hands down as Spike stood up putting his gun down. The old man looked at the house forlornly. "This house here used to be mine, before the bank took it." He said sadly pointing to a large wooden sign on the fence that read "Morris and Son's Bank Property. Trespassers will be prosecuted."
Faye looked at the old man feeling his pain. "That's a shame sir."
"You're damn right it is!" The old man said looking back at his car where his wife and kids were sitting. Spike pulled the gun up and shot three holes in the banks wooden sign. He handed the old farmer the gun and nodded. The old man took it and shot one hole in the sign and then another in a window. It shattered. The old man winked at Spike handing him back the gun. Another old man walked up to them. "This is my friend Davis he helped me build this place." The old farmer introduced his African American companion. Spike looked at the other old man and handed him the gun. The man took it and shot a bullet into the window as they heard it ricochet off metal items in the house. He handed the gun back to Spike nodding in appreciation.
"This here is Faye Valentine.and I'm Spike Spiegel." Spike said waving his hand back to Faye as he smiled charmingly. The old men started to walk away as Spike finished his sentence, "we rob banks." The farmer looked back at them with an uncertain look as Spike looked back still smiling. Faye looked at him intrigued at this sudden announcement of their future to come but she quickly smiles brushing a few strands of her hair behind her ear.
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AN: ok how did ya like that?? I hope you understand what happened.please review and tell me what you think! *a type of gun.