Bonnie & Clyde
AN: I hope ya'll liked that chapter and I hope you like this chapter!
Chapter Three: Three's A Crowd
*On the Road to The Farmers State Bank*
Spike looked over at Faye who was driving the car nervously. She was wearing a white soft shirt and blue skirt with a blue beret. They had stopped at a small clothing store to start their new life. He knew she was nervous and worried so he tried to calm her fears by telling her, "It's alright, this'll be as easy as pie! Your mama could take this bank." He felt the anxiety himself. He looked down at his gun and checked that it was loaded for the fifth time. They drove into a little quiet town and Faye pulled up next to a small brick building. The large glass window that looked into the building read "Farmers State Bank." Spike sat in the car for a moment looking around.
"Well what are you waintin' for?" Faye asked him as looked over at her. He could see the fears mounting in her emerald eyes. He sighed slightly and then took a deep breath and got out of the car. He straightened his brown jacket that was covering the navy blue pinstripe vest. Spike felt stuffed in the tight collared cotton shirt. He pulled nervously at the gray driving hat he was wearing as he stepped up to the wooden doors with glass windows. He pulled out the pistol out of the breast pocket of his jacket as he sucked in a deep breath. He threw open the door sticking out his chest proudly. He looked around at the practically empty bank. The cracks in the wall stared at him as he very tensely ambled up to the teller.
"Give me the money and ya won't get hurt." Spike told the thin man with a black mustache. Spikes had was shaking with nervousness as the man smiled back.
"What money sir? This bank failed three weeks ago." The man told Spike sighing. Spike blinked a few times cocking his head to the side. He held the gun to the man as he thought.
"Come on, come out here." Spike yelled going around to a swinging door and pulled the teller out from behind the counter. "Come here." Spike grabbed the man by the collar and pulled him to the door and shoved him outside. "Come on tell my girl." Spike shoved the man over to the car and made him tell Faye. Spike took the only money the thin man had and shoved him out of the way getting into the car. Spike shot off three bullets at the window that read "Farmers State Bank" before it finally shattered. They sped off down the road that they had driven in on. Faye was laughing hysterically. "We got a dolla ninety eight and your laughin'?" As they drove down the road Faye tried to stifle her laughter. But she couldn't help but smile looking over at Spike all hunched over the steering wheel sulking.
*Small Grocery Store*
Spike held his gun loosely as he held it like it wasn't anything at all. He was telling the storeowner what he wanted. "Now come on you sure you don't got any peach pies?" Spike asked grinning arrogantly as the man glared at him. After the man had placed the pies in the brown bag Spike held an oversized man snuck up behind him with a cleaver. Spike sensed him and moved out of the way just in time as the cleaver came down cutting a giant stick of butter in half. The man grabbed Spike crushing the brown bag and the food in it. They struggled and fought for a moment but as Spike wriggled free he pistol-whipped* the man giving him two black eyes. Spike ran out of the store yelling for Faye to go. He jumped on to the car as they sped off. Spike got in on the passenger side. "He tried to kill me. Why'd he try to kill me? I didn't want to hurt him." He wiped some of the blood of his cheek. "I ain't against him." He was quite shaken as he said it again. "I ain't against him."
Little did Spike know but that stupid brawl for peach pies got him identified by the laws**.
*Gas Stop*
A young red haired girl was looking under the hood of the coupe as Spike nervously stood on the porch of the little gas stop. Their car had stalled and they were very lucky that Miss Edwards gas stop was right there. Spike picked up his foot and tore the match across it as it sparked and came to life. He brought it to the thick cigar that was waiting between his thin lips. Faye sat lazily in the front drivers seat with her legs lying on the passenger seat. She held a limp still burning cigarette between her ruby lips. The red head looked up and nodded to Faye indicating that she should try starting the car. Faye sat up straight and turned the ignition. The coupe's engine roared as Spike looked at Faye surprised.
"What was the problem?" Spike asked annoyed that all Ed did was blow on a tube.
She looked up at him and smiled. "Dirt."
"Dirt?" Spike questioned with an indignant sneer.
"Just blew in and clogged one of the main valves." Ed told him walking around to Faye's side of the car. Faye dropped her cigarette butt so Ed would stop. With a quick glance at Spike, Faye continued her plan.
"You know what, you're a pretty smart young gal. You know a lot about cars right?" Ed nodded as Faye continued. "Well could ya tell me what kinda car this is?" Ed looked the car up and down.
"This is a four cylinder Ford coupe." Ed told her smiling.
Faye shook her head like a disappointed mother. "No."
"Yes it is." Ed objected.
"It's a stolen four cylinder Ford coupe." Faye told her drawing out every syllable with her southern accent. Faye watched as Ed's eyes grew to twice their size as she turned around. Spike walked over to the drives side of the car and got in next to Faye.
"I think she's afraid." Spike said grinning as Faye looked over at Ed who had walked onto the porch. She looked back over at them.
"I ain't afraid." She told them flatly.
"I'm Faye Valentine and this here is Mr. Spike Spiegel.we rob banks." Faye told the stunned girl. Ed blinked a few times before stepping down from the porch.
Spike took the cigar from his lips blowing the thick smoke out of his mouth. "There ain't nothin' wrong with that now is there?" Spike asked grinning.
"No." Ed replied looking around.
"Have you got what it takes to pull bank jobs with us." Spike asked putting his arm around Faye's shoulders.
"Miss Edward Wong Hau Pepelu Tivrusky the Fourth?" Faye finished Spike's sentence once again dragging out Ed's name with her drawl.
Ed looked at Spike. "What you mean? Robbin' banks?" Spike nodded. "Yeah! Heck I spent a year up in the reformatory."
"Hoo hoo a gal with a record!" Faye sighed before trying to get Spike to leave. Spike didn't listen to her but looked at Ed through skeptical eyes.
"I know you can short change any old lady who stops here but do you think you could run with us?"
Ed nodded.
"Prove it." Spike said with a blank expression. Ed looked around and then stepped back on to the porch. They watched her through a screen window as she opened the cash box and took everything out of it. She walked back out slamming the door as she stepped down from the porch. She stepped over to the car and dumped the money in. Spike looked at Ed approvingly. He reached back and pulled out a fold out red cushioned seat. Ed jumped in back and sat down as they sped off once more.
*Hotel Room*
Faye was awake staring at the ceiling. She lay in bed next to Spike who was almost fully clothed. She could see his jacket lying across a chair in the corner next to Ed. She was curled up. Faye couldn't sleep with the loud snoring echoing through the small room. She thought it must have been coming from the man lying next to her. She moved closer to Spike who lay on his side his arms folded over his chest. She was now in the same position as him. She looked over his shoulder at his peaceful sleeping face. She smiled as she kissed him on the cheek before she fell back on to the bed falling asleep. 'Good night Spike.'
Spike's eyes slowly opened as Ed continued to snore.
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AN: Okee well what do ya think of that? Hmmm? Hey just for Ashley's sake I'll tell ya'll that then next chapter is when they start to really fall in love. *Grin* Poor Spike.he don't know what ta do cause of his poor messed up psyche.maybe sometime Faye might break it. *Pistol Whippin' is when you take the butt of the gun and whip it across someone's face. **Law's is Bonnie and Clyde for police.
AN: I hope ya'll liked that chapter and I hope you like this chapter!
Chapter Three: Three's A Crowd
*On the Road to The Farmers State Bank*
Spike looked over at Faye who was driving the car nervously. She was wearing a white soft shirt and blue skirt with a blue beret. They had stopped at a small clothing store to start their new life. He knew she was nervous and worried so he tried to calm her fears by telling her, "It's alright, this'll be as easy as pie! Your mama could take this bank." He felt the anxiety himself. He looked down at his gun and checked that it was loaded for the fifth time. They drove into a little quiet town and Faye pulled up next to a small brick building. The large glass window that looked into the building read "Farmers State Bank." Spike sat in the car for a moment looking around.
"Well what are you waintin' for?" Faye asked him as looked over at her. He could see the fears mounting in her emerald eyes. He sighed slightly and then took a deep breath and got out of the car. He straightened his brown jacket that was covering the navy blue pinstripe vest. Spike felt stuffed in the tight collared cotton shirt. He pulled nervously at the gray driving hat he was wearing as he stepped up to the wooden doors with glass windows. He pulled out the pistol out of the breast pocket of his jacket as he sucked in a deep breath. He threw open the door sticking out his chest proudly. He looked around at the practically empty bank. The cracks in the wall stared at him as he very tensely ambled up to the teller.
"Give me the money and ya won't get hurt." Spike told the thin man with a black mustache. Spikes had was shaking with nervousness as the man smiled back.
"What money sir? This bank failed three weeks ago." The man told Spike sighing. Spike blinked a few times cocking his head to the side. He held the gun to the man as he thought.
"Come on, come out here." Spike yelled going around to a swinging door and pulled the teller out from behind the counter. "Come here." Spike grabbed the man by the collar and pulled him to the door and shoved him outside. "Come on tell my girl." Spike shoved the man over to the car and made him tell Faye. Spike took the only money the thin man had and shoved him out of the way getting into the car. Spike shot off three bullets at the window that read "Farmers State Bank" before it finally shattered. They sped off down the road that they had driven in on. Faye was laughing hysterically. "We got a dolla ninety eight and your laughin'?" As they drove down the road Faye tried to stifle her laughter. But she couldn't help but smile looking over at Spike all hunched over the steering wheel sulking.
*Small Grocery Store*
Spike held his gun loosely as he held it like it wasn't anything at all. He was telling the storeowner what he wanted. "Now come on you sure you don't got any peach pies?" Spike asked grinning arrogantly as the man glared at him. After the man had placed the pies in the brown bag Spike held an oversized man snuck up behind him with a cleaver. Spike sensed him and moved out of the way just in time as the cleaver came down cutting a giant stick of butter in half. The man grabbed Spike crushing the brown bag and the food in it. They struggled and fought for a moment but as Spike wriggled free he pistol-whipped* the man giving him two black eyes. Spike ran out of the store yelling for Faye to go. He jumped on to the car as they sped off. Spike got in on the passenger side. "He tried to kill me. Why'd he try to kill me? I didn't want to hurt him." He wiped some of the blood of his cheek. "I ain't against him." He was quite shaken as he said it again. "I ain't against him."
Little did Spike know but that stupid brawl for peach pies got him identified by the laws**.
*Gas Stop*
A young red haired girl was looking under the hood of the coupe as Spike nervously stood on the porch of the little gas stop. Their car had stalled and they were very lucky that Miss Edwards gas stop was right there. Spike picked up his foot and tore the match across it as it sparked and came to life. He brought it to the thick cigar that was waiting between his thin lips. Faye sat lazily in the front drivers seat with her legs lying on the passenger seat. She held a limp still burning cigarette between her ruby lips. The red head looked up and nodded to Faye indicating that she should try starting the car. Faye sat up straight and turned the ignition. The coupe's engine roared as Spike looked at Faye surprised.
"What was the problem?" Spike asked annoyed that all Ed did was blow on a tube.
She looked up at him and smiled. "Dirt."
"Dirt?" Spike questioned with an indignant sneer.
"Just blew in and clogged one of the main valves." Ed told him walking around to Faye's side of the car. Faye dropped her cigarette butt so Ed would stop. With a quick glance at Spike, Faye continued her plan.
"You know what, you're a pretty smart young gal. You know a lot about cars right?" Ed nodded as Faye continued. "Well could ya tell me what kinda car this is?" Ed looked the car up and down.
"This is a four cylinder Ford coupe." Ed told her smiling.
Faye shook her head like a disappointed mother. "No."
"Yes it is." Ed objected.
"It's a stolen four cylinder Ford coupe." Faye told her drawing out every syllable with her southern accent. Faye watched as Ed's eyes grew to twice their size as she turned around. Spike walked over to the drives side of the car and got in next to Faye.
"I think she's afraid." Spike said grinning as Faye looked over at Ed who had walked onto the porch. She looked back over at them.
"I ain't afraid." She told them flatly.
"I'm Faye Valentine and this here is Mr. Spike Spiegel.we rob banks." Faye told the stunned girl. Ed blinked a few times before stepping down from the porch.
Spike took the cigar from his lips blowing the thick smoke out of his mouth. "There ain't nothin' wrong with that now is there?" Spike asked grinning.
"No." Ed replied looking around.
"Have you got what it takes to pull bank jobs with us." Spike asked putting his arm around Faye's shoulders.
"Miss Edward Wong Hau Pepelu Tivrusky the Fourth?" Faye finished Spike's sentence once again dragging out Ed's name with her drawl.
Ed looked at Spike. "What you mean? Robbin' banks?" Spike nodded. "Yeah! Heck I spent a year up in the reformatory."
"Hoo hoo a gal with a record!" Faye sighed before trying to get Spike to leave. Spike didn't listen to her but looked at Ed through skeptical eyes.
"I know you can short change any old lady who stops here but do you think you could run with us?"
Ed nodded.
"Prove it." Spike said with a blank expression. Ed looked around and then stepped back on to the porch. They watched her through a screen window as she opened the cash box and took everything out of it. She walked back out slamming the door as she stepped down from the porch. She stepped over to the car and dumped the money in. Spike looked at Ed approvingly. He reached back and pulled out a fold out red cushioned seat. Ed jumped in back and sat down as they sped off once more.
*Hotel Room*
Faye was awake staring at the ceiling. She lay in bed next to Spike who was almost fully clothed. She could see his jacket lying across a chair in the corner next to Ed. She was curled up. Faye couldn't sleep with the loud snoring echoing through the small room. She thought it must have been coming from the man lying next to her. She moved closer to Spike who lay on his side his arms folded over his chest. She was now in the same position as him. She looked over his shoulder at his peaceful sleeping face. She smiled as she kissed him on the cheek before she fell back on to the bed falling asleep. 'Good night Spike.'
Spike's eyes slowly opened as Ed continued to snore.
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AN: Okee well what do ya think of that? Hmmm? Hey just for Ashley's sake I'll tell ya'll that then next chapter is when they start to really fall in love. *Grin* Poor Spike.he don't know what ta do cause of his poor messed up psyche.maybe sometime Faye might break it. *Pistol Whippin' is when you take the butt of the gun and whip it across someone's face. **Law's is Bonnie and Clyde for police.