Bonnie & Clyde
AN: Hehe thank you everyone who reviewed: Alex: Don't cry! It's okee, I'm gonna write a special fic just for you! Rent the movie it's SO GREAT!! Ashley: It's this chapter!!! Rei Woo: I'm sorry about Ed..uh if you want her more like herself she does some silly stupid things in this-y here chapter. 13110807soujiro seta04050719: Thanks for the review! I'm glad ya like this fic! Here the next chapter
Chapter 4: We're In The Money
A sleek newly stolen red Ford Model A* pulled up out side of a small local bank. A flaming red haired young girl wearing a driver's hat sat in the drivers seat as she stopped the car. Spike opened the passenger car door and stepped out. He was wearing a black suit that was snuggly buttoned over a stuffy white cotton shirt, a blue tie, and brown fedora with a black band. Faye stepped out and walked quickly next to his side as laced her arm with his nervously. The soft fabric of her orange sweater brushed against the stiff black of his sleeve. 'There're people in there, it's gotta be in business.' Spike thought as they walked into the bank. He pulled out a revolver from his inside suit pocket. He coughed quietly holding the gun still. Faye pulled her new white handled revolver from her purse. She held it in front of herself. "This is a stick up." He whispered barely audible. Faye elbowed him in the chest as he cleared his throat again. "This is a stick up." He yelled as everyone froze. Faye held a brown paper bag in her hand as Spike told her to go. He nudged her along with his hand as he stood guard of the doorway. She hurried up to the old white haired bank teller opening the paper bag smiling innocently. He stuffed several bills in the bag and then held his hands back up. She walked back to Spike as he looked around making sure nobody moved. They both turned around and ran quickly out of the bank.
They looked around the car was gone. "Spike where's the car?" Faye asked feeling more panic and anxiety than she ever thought was possible. Her heart raced as Spike ran along side her.
"There!" he yelled seeing Ed trying to pull out of a parallel parking spot. She was struggling to free the car. Spike and Faye ran up to the stuck car and got in. "What are ya doin' PARKIN' the CAR?" Spike yelled as Ed some how managed to pull out of the spot. The old bank teller had run out of the bank pointing at their car as the police came speeding towards them. "Turn right!" Spike yelled pointing right vigorously. The old man jumped on to the car and was trying to get in. Spike shoved Faye against the other car door in a protective instinct. He held up his gun hesitating for a moment before pulling the trigger sending a bulled through the glass and into the old man's skull. He fell of the car as they sped off with the money. 'I killed him...'
*Movie Theater*
They had driven as fast as they could when Faye told them to pull over and stop at the movie theater. "They won't look for bank robbers in a dark movie theater."
She sat in the third row from the back of the theater deeply enthralled in the movie. The beautiful 30's dancer on the wide screen sang their happy black and white toned song. "We're in the money. We're in the money. We've got a lot of what it takes to get along. Old man depression you are through you done us wrong. And when we see the landlord we can look that guy right in the eye.." She watched in fascination bouncing along slightly in her seat.
Spike was sitting in the very back of the theater; whenever someone would walk in casting light on him he would cover his face with his hat. He looked like a nervous wreck, because at that moment he was. Ed was sitting in front of him in the next row. Spike leaned forward whispering heatedly to Ed. "You ain't got a brain in your skull." His eyes were a fire with a mix of worry and disgust. "On account of you, I killed a man. Now we're all gonna be wanted for murder, and that's you too girl..." He yelled in a whisper. "What was you thinkin' about?" Spike asked a little louder as he shook his head. " I swear ta God If you ever do a dumb-ass thing like that again, girl, I'm gonna kill ya!" Spike threatened grabbing Ed's shirt collar angrily. The veins in his neck bulging, his nostrils flaring dangerously. Faye turned around quickly after trying to ignore them.
"Shhhh...If ya'll wanna go talk do it out side." She said pointing to the theater door. Spike clenched his teethe furiously. He took his hat that he held in his sweaty palms and whacked Ed hard over the head with it. He looked down at it and punched his hand in the grove. He felt like screaming till his lungs would burst.
*Hotel Room After Movie*
Faye stood before her hotel mirror in her slip** smoking a cigarette. The Hollywood type circular light bulbs blared as she smiled. She was humming the song from the movie, as she looked at her self. "We're in the money." She put her cigarette down into the glass ashtray. "Yes in the money." She played with her hair pulling it up behind her head. "We've." she picked the cigarette up from the tray and continuing singing. "We've got a lot of what it takes to get along." She looked at her hair that she had done up like the pretty girls in the movie.
"Faye?" Spike called from the bedroom of their small hotel room as she stopped singing and put out her cigarette in the ashtray. She picked up her sweater and put it on as she walked out of the bathroom.
"Yeah?" she asked looking at the handsome young man sitting on the arm of a large chair. He had his shirt off and was wearing his black pants and tank top under shirt. He flipped the gun with a small snap of his writs making the six-cylinder snap back into place. He stood up as Faye sat down on the sprint mattress.
"This afternoon, we killed a man and we was seen." He walked down the short corridor to where the door to the room was. "Now so far, nobody knows who you are, but they know who I am and they're gonna be runnin' after me and anybody who's runnin' with me." He walked back looking at Faye. "And that's murder and now it's gonna get rough." She looked at him knowing what he was saying. "Now if you just say the word I'll put you on a bus right back to ya mama. You mean to much to me for me to see you get hurt." He confessed.
"No." She whispered as she felt a tear start to sting her eyes. 'Why is he offering me this? I want to be with him, did he says I mean something to him?' Faye thought as she said it louder and more confidently. "No!" Spike walked to her.
"You could get a rich man!" He told her as she looked up at him.
"I don't want a rich man.." Faye said looked desperately into Spike's eyes. She was trying to find the reason he was offering to just let her leave. Like none of this had ever happened.
"You won't have a moments peace." He told her seriously. She looked at him smiling blissfully.
"Promise?" She asked laughing as she tried to release some of her tension. He laughed with her. He took her face in his warm hands tenderly. She looked at him as he sat down on the bed next to her. He pulled her into a hug looking into her emerald eyes full of a warm glow. They were so beautiful; he had never seen such beauty in one person. He slowly brought his lips to hers; he brushed his against hers softly in a tender kiss. She was surprised but happily kissed him back. 'Why wasn't he like this in the car?' She thought as he stopped. He let go of her and stood up. She watched him walk away. 'Oh well.' He walked up to a window looking in on their room and pulled down the shade. He took of his shoes as he rose his left eyebrow looking to the right then rose his right as he looked to the left. Faye looked at him as he pushed the money and cigarettes and his gun off the bed on to the floor. He lifted the blanket as Faye got under them. He laid down on her kissing her again this time more passionately. She felt his soft skin under her fingertips. He ran his rough hands through her violet hair feeling every soft strand. Faye knew something was wrong though, she felt no heat pressed tightly against her pelvis, nothing. Spike stopped kissing her and let go of his gentle grip on her. He rolled off her as she looked at him. She bit her lower lip.
'Spike...what's the matter?' She didn't know what was wrong so she tried again. She moved on top of him. First kissing his lips then his chin. His eyebrows furrowed together in frustration. She kissed down his neck. His eyes were shut tight before he rolled over on her; she sat up quickly clinging to the metal footboard. Her hair was badly disheveled as Spike tried to reach out to her. He grabbed for her waist. He patted her shoulder as she wiped a salty tear away. 'What's the problem?' Spike stood up and walked down the short corridor again leaning against the dark corner looking at the floor. Faye lay pressing her face against were he had been laying breathing his sent in deeply.
"At least I ain't a lia'. I told you I wasn't no lover boy." Spike sighed; his inadequacy was tearing him up inside as he heard Faye stand up from the squeaky spring mattress. She walked over to him. 'It mustn't be me.Oh Spike I wish I could help..' She stood close to him and shrugged her shoulders before kissing him on the cheek.
"You'll always be my lover boy." She whispered letting her head fall to his chest. He let his hand come to her head as he buried his hand in her hair. He sighed in defeat. He kissed her softly on the top of her head.
"Thanks for staying with me...." **************************************************************************** **
AN: Poor poor Spikey..*sniff* Oh well at least Faye still *wink* luvs him. If you like the story please review and tell me...if you don't still review and tell me! Teehee. *a type of old car from the 30's. **Slip is girl underwear back them. Well kinda. Silky! Reposted because of errors: probably some in this one too I'm sorry. Please review and tell me who you think should be Spike's brother Jet or Vicious..he has to have a wife..VOTE!
AN: Hehe thank you everyone who reviewed: Alex: Don't cry! It's okee, I'm gonna write a special fic just for you! Rent the movie it's SO GREAT!! Ashley: It's this chapter!!! Rei Woo: I'm sorry about Ed..uh if you want her more like herself she does some silly stupid things in this-y here chapter. 13110807soujiro seta04050719: Thanks for the review! I'm glad ya like this fic! Here the next chapter
Chapter 4: We're In The Money
A sleek newly stolen red Ford Model A* pulled up out side of a small local bank. A flaming red haired young girl wearing a driver's hat sat in the drivers seat as she stopped the car. Spike opened the passenger car door and stepped out. He was wearing a black suit that was snuggly buttoned over a stuffy white cotton shirt, a blue tie, and brown fedora with a black band. Faye stepped out and walked quickly next to his side as laced her arm with his nervously. The soft fabric of her orange sweater brushed against the stiff black of his sleeve. 'There're people in there, it's gotta be in business.' Spike thought as they walked into the bank. He pulled out a revolver from his inside suit pocket. He coughed quietly holding the gun still. Faye pulled her new white handled revolver from her purse. She held it in front of herself. "This is a stick up." He whispered barely audible. Faye elbowed him in the chest as he cleared his throat again. "This is a stick up." He yelled as everyone froze. Faye held a brown paper bag in her hand as Spike told her to go. He nudged her along with his hand as he stood guard of the doorway. She hurried up to the old white haired bank teller opening the paper bag smiling innocently. He stuffed several bills in the bag and then held his hands back up. She walked back to Spike as he looked around making sure nobody moved. They both turned around and ran quickly out of the bank.
They looked around the car was gone. "Spike where's the car?" Faye asked feeling more panic and anxiety than she ever thought was possible. Her heart raced as Spike ran along side her.
"There!" he yelled seeing Ed trying to pull out of a parallel parking spot. She was struggling to free the car. Spike and Faye ran up to the stuck car and got in. "What are ya doin' PARKIN' the CAR?" Spike yelled as Ed some how managed to pull out of the spot. The old bank teller had run out of the bank pointing at their car as the police came speeding towards them. "Turn right!" Spike yelled pointing right vigorously. The old man jumped on to the car and was trying to get in. Spike shoved Faye against the other car door in a protective instinct. He held up his gun hesitating for a moment before pulling the trigger sending a bulled through the glass and into the old man's skull. He fell of the car as they sped off with the money. 'I killed him...'
*Movie Theater*
They had driven as fast as they could when Faye told them to pull over and stop at the movie theater. "They won't look for bank robbers in a dark movie theater."
She sat in the third row from the back of the theater deeply enthralled in the movie. The beautiful 30's dancer on the wide screen sang their happy black and white toned song. "We're in the money. We're in the money. We've got a lot of what it takes to get along. Old man depression you are through you done us wrong. And when we see the landlord we can look that guy right in the eye.." She watched in fascination bouncing along slightly in her seat.
Spike was sitting in the very back of the theater; whenever someone would walk in casting light on him he would cover his face with his hat. He looked like a nervous wreck, because at that moment he was. Ed was sitting in front of him in the next row. Spike leaned forward whispering heatedly to Ed. "You ain't got a brain in your skull." His eyes were a fire with a mix of worry and disgust. "On account of you, I killed a man. Now we're all gonna be wanted for murder, and that's you too girl..." He yelled in a whisper. "What was you thinkin' about?" Spike asked a little louder as he shook his head. " I swear ta God If you ever do a dumb-ass thing like that again, girl, I'm gonna kill ya!" Spike threatened grabbing Ed's shirt collar angrily. The veins in his neck bulging, his nostrils flaring dangerously. Faye turned around quickly after trying to ignore them.
"Shhhh...If ya'll wanna go talk do it out side." She said pointing to the theater door. Spike clenched his teethe furiously. He took his hat that he held in his sweaty palms and whacked Ed hard over the head with it. He looked down at it and punched his hand in the grove. He felt like screaming till his lungs would burst.
*Hotel Room After Movie*
Faye stood before her hotel mirror in her slip** smoking a cigarette. The Hollywood type circular light bulbs blared as she smiled. She was humming the song from the movie, as she looked at her self. "We're in the money." She put her cigarette down into the glass ashtray. "Yes in the money." She played with her hair pulling it up behind her head. "We've." she picked the cigarette up from the tray and continuing singing. "We've got a lot of what it takes to get along." She looked at her hair that she had done up like the pretty girls in the movie.
"Faye?" Spike called from the bedroom of their small hotel room as she stopped singing and put out her cigarette in the ashtray. She picked up her sweater and put it on as she walked out of the bathroom.
"Yeah?" she asked looking at the handsome young man sitting on the arm of a large chair. He had his shirt off and was wearing his black pants and tank top under shirt. He flipped the gun with a small snap of his writs making the six-cylinder snap back into place. He stood up as Faye sat down on the sprint mattress.
"This afternoon, we killed a man and we was seen." He walked down the short corridor to where the door to the room was. "Now so far, nobody knows who you are, but they know who I am and they're gonna be runnin' after me and anybody who's runnin' with me." He walked back looking at Faye. "And that's murder and now it's gonna get rough." She looked at him knowing what he was saying. "Now if you just say the word I'll put you on a bus right back to ya mama. You mean to much to me for me to see you get hurt." He confessed.
"No." She whispered as she felt a tear start to sting her eyes. 'Why is he offering me this? I want to be with him, did he says I mean something to him?' Faye thought as she said it louder and more confidently. "No!" Spike walked to her.
"You could get a rich man!" He told her as she looked up at him.
"I don't want a rich man.." Faye said looked desperately into Spike's eyes. She was trying to find the reason he was offering to just let her leave. Like none of this had ever happened.
"You won't have a moments peace." He told her seriously. She looked at him smiling blissfully.
"Promise?" She asked laughing as she tried to release some of her tension. He laughed with her. He took her face in his warm hands tenderly. She looked at him as he sat down on the bed next to her. He pulled her into a hug looking into her emerald eyes full of a warm glow. They were so beautiful; he had never seen such beauty in one person. He slowly brought his lips to hers; he brushed his against hers softly in a tender kiss. She was surprised but happily kissed him back. 'Why wasn't he like this in the car?' She thought as he stopped. He let go of her and stood up. She watched him walk away. 'Oh well.' He walked up to a window looking in on their room and pulled down the shade. He took of his shoes as he rose his left eyebrow looking to the right then rose his right as he looked to the left. Faye looked at him as he pushed the money and cigarettes and his gun off the bed on to the floor. He lifted the blanket as Faye got under them. He laid down on her kissing her again this time more passionately. She felt his soft skin under her fingertips. He ran his rough hands through her violet hair feeling every soft strand. Faye knew something was wrong though, she felt no heat pressed tightly against her pelvis, nothing. Spike stopped kissing her and let go of his gentle grip on her. He rolled off her as she looked at him. She bit her lower lip.
'Spike...what's the matter?' She didn't know what was wrong so she tried again. She moved on top of him. First kissing his lips then his chin. His eyebrows furrowed together in frustration. She kissed down his neck. His eyes were shut tight before he rolled over on her; she sat up quickly clinging to the metal footboard. Her hair was badly disheveled as Spike tried to reach out to her. He grabbed for her waist. He patted her shoulder as she wiped a salty tear away. 'What's the problem?' Spike stood up and walked down the short corridor again leaning against the dark corner looking at the floor. Faye lay pressing her face against were he had been laying breathing his sent in deeply.
"At least I ain't a lia'. I told you I wasn't no lover boy." Spike sighed; his inadequacy was tearing him up inside as he heard Faye stand up from the squeaky spring mattress. She walked over to him. 'It mustn't be me.Oh Spike I wish I could help..' She stood close to him and shrugged her shoulders before kissing him on the cheek.
"You'll always be my lover boy." She whispered letting her head fall to his chest. He let his hand come to her head as he buried his hand in her hair. He sighed in defeat. He kissed her softly on the top of her head.
"Thanks for staying with me...." **************************************************************************** **
AN: Poor poor Spikey..*sniff* Oh well at least Faye still *wink* luvs him. If you like the story please review and tell me...if you don't still review and tell me! Teehee. *a type of old car from the 30's. **Slip is girl underwear back them. Well kinda. Silky! Reposted because of errors: probably some in this one too I'm sorry. Please review and tell me who you think should be Spike's brother Jet or Vicious..he has to have a wife..VOTE!