Bonnie & Clyde
AN: okee well there were only two vote, one for Jet and one for Vicious.since I don't have a clue who to make Jet's wife I'm gonna go with Vicious. Vicious is gonna be taller. Plus Julia is a perfect Blanch (Blanch is Bucks wife, Buck is Clyde's brother) I'm sorry if the last chapter made anyone sorta uncomfortable.This chapter is suppose to be funny and sort of light hearted. ENJOY!
Chapter 5: Up Ta Joplin
Spike stood outside the small cabin they had rented a week after the bank robbery. He was looking at the engine of their new black ford car smoking a thick cigar. A rumbling black sedan came sputtering down the dirt road to their cabin. It pulled into the driveway next to Spike's car. Spike looked at it once and, "YAHOOO!" He yelled jumping up in the air bouncing uncharacteristically over to it. "Hey bro!" Spike yelled as a tall silver haired man stepped out of the sedan and jumped on Spike. They horsed around for a few moments yelling in loud tones like two rowdy teenage boys. The shorter Spike was playfully shoved away by Vicious as they both grinned. Spike stopped, "Hey how's ma?" He asked seriously.
"Awww she's just fine." Vicious replied as Spike started to pat Vicious' slightly plump belly.
"Is that from that prison food you've been eatin'?" Spike asked looking up at Vicious grinning.
Vicious smiled shaking his head. "Nope. It's..it's married life." Spike grinned. "You've heard what they say...right? It's the face powder that gets a guy interested but...but it's the baking powder that keeps him home." Vicious said between short laughs. He turned to the blond woman in the car, pulling Spike with him. "Hey lil brother I want ya ta meet the misses. This is Julia."
"Pleasure ta meet ya Julia." Spike said shaking her hand smiling. She nodded saying hello. Spike pulled his head out of the car and called for Faye to come and meet his brother. "Faye! Faye come here and meet ma family!" He walked up to the screen door as Faye walked out in a dark blue skirt and matching coat and beret. Spike took Faye's arm and walked with her over to meet the blond preacher's daughter sitting in the sedan.
"Hi." Faye said smiling forcefully.
"Hello." Julia said in a timid voice.
Ed walked out of the cabin in a daze wearing only her slip. Julia looked at her and winced looking away. Spike told Ed to say hello to his brother and Julia. Ed staggered over to Julia's car window in a sleepy stupor and looked in saying hello. "Hey is that a new Screenland Magazine? Does it have any new pictures of Myrna Loy? She's my favorite picture star." Ed asked opening the car door and looking at the magazine Julia was clutching tightly.
"Hey Ed why don't ya go put some pants on." Spike said to Ed as Vicious pulled out his Kodak*.
"How 'bout I take a few pictures with ma Kodak?" Vicious asked smiling. Spike smiled walking over to his car pulling a machine gun out of his car. He walked to the front of the car and sat on the bumper with his legs crossed holding the Tommy gun with the cigar lying limply between his lips. He smiled charmingly as Vicious snapped the picture. "Got it!. Now take one of me and ma misses." Vicious asked as Spike stood up walking over to his brother. Vicious pulled a very unwilling Julia out of the car.
"Honey don't take ma picture I've been in the car all day, I look like a mess." She protested in her southern accent. Vicious grabbed her around the waist and held her close to him as Spike chuckled to himself.
"Hey now brother I need ta talk to you later." Vicious said as Spike looked up.
"Awww." He said as he took the picture.
Julia broke away from Vicious' grip. "Did you take ma picture???" she turned around to Vicious stopping her foot sending a small cloud of dirt up. "Well I do declare!"
"Hey hey now! Come on Faye I'm gonna take your picture. Get in there." Spike said smiling pointing to the car. She sauntered up to him grinning mischievously. She took the cigar that Spike held between his thin lips and put it in her mouth. She walked over to the car and propped her foot up on the bumper pulling her white handled gun from her inside pocket. She looked at Spike pouting behind the cigar. "Come on a lil smile now honey?" Spike begged sweetly as Faye kept her pout expression. He clicked the small black button. Faye took the cigar out of her mouth looking down at it frowning in disgust. Ed stumbled out of the cabin wearing a pair of dark blue slacks and a white cotton shirt. Spike looked over at her. "Why don't you take a few pictures of Julia and Faye?" He said handing the Kodak over to Ed. Vicious and Spike walked into the cabin closing the door slowly.
"So tell me..tell me the truth." Vicious grinned making Spike do the same. "Is she as.as good as she looks?" Spike's grin widened as he hit Vicious' shoulder.
"She's betta." Spike lied, he wouldn't have had a clue.
Vicious looked down at his baby brother with a serious look. "It was either him or you right?"
Spike looked at him still smiling. "Who ya talkin' about?"
"The..the guy you killed? It was you or him right.you had no choice." Spikes expression turned somber as he looked away. He didn't reply as Vicious tried to change the subject.
"Hey I heard ya got in trouble in state prison. Somin' about you cuttin' on your toes?" Vicious asked smiling as Spike turned and buttoned his sleeve cuffs.
He laughed. "Yeah I did a little toe cutting. Ya know ta get off work detail, breakin' up them damn rocks." Spike pulled on his jacket as he continued. "And you know what the next week I got paroled, I walked out of that god forsaken jail on crutches." Spike laughed as Vicious shook his head laughing loudly.
Vicious sat down on the arm of a hard slumber chair looking at his brother. "So what are we gonna do?"
"Well I was thinkin' we would go up ta Joplin have our selves a regular vacation." Spike suggested. As Vicious stood up, he walked over to Spike pointing at the gun in Spike's leather wrap around shoulder holster under his arm.
"We ain't gonna have any trouble right?"
"No.." Spike said shaking his head as he buttoned his jacket.
"Ya ready ta go?"
*In the Car to Joplin*-Spike's Car
Spike sat at the driving wheel of his car hunched over looking around at the rural Missouri. Vicious sat next to Spike looking at him.
"Hey, you wanna hear a story 'bout this boy." Vicious said waving his hand out getting Spike's attention. "He owned a dairy farm, see. And his ol' Ma, she was kinda sick, you know. And the doctor, he had called him come over, and said, uh, 'Uhh listen, your Ma, she's lyin' there, she's just so sick and she's weakly, and uh, uh I want ya to try to persuade her to take a little brandy, you see. Just to pick her spirits up, ya know. And 'Ma's a teetotaler,' he says. 'She wouldn't touch a drop.' 'Well, I'll tell ya whatcha do, uh,' the doc, 'I'll tell ya whatcha do, you bring in a fresh quart of milk every day and you put some brandy in it, see. And see. You try that.' So he did. And he doctored it all up with the brandy, fresh milk, and he gave it to his Mom. And she drank a little bit of it, you know. So next day, he brought it in again and she drank a little more, you know." Spike nodded as Vicious continued. "And so they went on that way for the third day and just a little more, and the fourth day, she was, you know, took a little bit more - and then finally, one week later, he gave her the milk and she just drank it down. Boy, she swallowed the whole, whole, whole thing, you know. And she called him over and she said, 'Son, whatever you do, don't sell that cow!'" Vicious, who had been cracking up during the whole joke, was now riddled with laughter. Spike was grinning as he continued to drive laughing quietly.
-Faye's Car
Julia sat on the far right side of the car filing her nails looking out the window. Faye sat at the wheel with a limp cigarette hanging from her ruby lips. Ed was sleeping sprawled out in the back seat. Silence had taken over the roaring sedan.
*Joplin*
Vicious stood in the long cement driveway paying a man in a car the rent for the white small house that was set back behind the driveway. The man drove away as Vicious signaled Spike to drive in. Faye followed behind him.
Vicious carried Julia over the threshold of the house humming the wedding march loudly. "Welcome to our first house honey." He said putting her down as Ed walked in behind them. Faye walked in looking around and then slumped down in a old wooden rocking car. Spike stumbled into the house almost dropping a heavy wooden box of guns and grenades. Faye heard Julia's shrill compliments of the house as she rolled her eyes sighing loudly as Spike walked towards her. She smiled at him as he smiled back walking into the back room. She heard Vicious talking on the phone ordering food from a local grocery. He walked out of the kitchen and sat on the couch opposite the small chair that Ed had plunked down in. "It'll be about an hour." He said as Ed jumped up looking in a closet. She pulled a box out, Checkers.
Faye stood up from the rocking chair after watching Ed and Vicious play several games of rousing checkers. She blew the toxic smoke from her lips rolling her eyes in boredom. She turned around looking at Julia laying on her husband complaining about his long hair.
"You need a haircut, you look like an ol' man. Just like a lil ol' hillbilly boy!" she said running her hands through his hair.
Faye walked past Spike hitting his shoulder meaning for him to follow her. He stood up from the ground and followed her into the back room. She smiled as she put on a saintly face. She pranced around him. "You need a haircut you look just like a lil ol' hillbilly boy!" She whispered in a high voice mocking Julia. He grabbed her squirming hips as she tried to back away. "Oh I do declare!" She said pulling a coat over her self as he held her tight to himself.
"Shhh" He said pushing his finger to her lips looking at the open doorway to the room his brother was in. "Don't do that when she's just in the next room." Spike told her as she fell back on the bed. He sat next to her on the bed trying to pull the coat off her. She clutched it to her playing hard to get.
"There's always someone in the next room. In this room and any kinda room!" Faye said yelling in a soft tone sitting up. Her expression softened as she touched Spike's face tenderly with her hand. "Don't ya eva just wanna be alone with me?" She asked him looking into his eyes for his answer.
"I always feel like we're alone." Spike said smiling like nothing could darken his day. She wasn't sure what that meant but she tried to think positively.
"Well, do ya baby?" Faye asked seriously as Spike stood up. She let her hand drop.
"I'm hungry." Spike said smiling stupidly; he didn't know any other way to get out of the uncomfortable conversation. He was unsure of himself, and his reasons for never being alone with Faye. He was afraid she would leave him if something happened or if he did something dumb or if he didn't do "something." Whatever it was he hated it for making Faye unhappy.
There was a short knock at the door that broke Spikes thoughts as Faye stood up. "That's probably the groceries. You must be special Mr. Spiegel." Faye said trying to lighten up playfully hitting his nose with her index finger. She picked up her purse and went down to the front door. A young boy held two heavy brown paper bags asking for six dollars and thirty-four cents. Faye pulled the money from her purse and handing to the eager boy as he held the door for her. He looked up at the windows as Faye walked up the stairs. He turned around to leave looking back at the house conspicuously.
*Later After Lunch*
Faye sat in the same old rocker looking down at her notebook. Spike stood behind her looking over her shoulder at the poem she was reading. He held a thick cigar between his thin fingers. Vicious sat on the floor, Julia sat on the cream colored couch next to him. Ed sat in a chair drinking a bottle of milk. Faye started her poem.
"But few of them are really justified
If you get right down to the point
You've heard of a woman's glory
Bein' spent on a downright cur...
Still you can't always judge the story
As true, bein' told by her.
Now Sal was a gal of rare beauty
Though her features were coarse and tough..."
"I knew that ol' girl. No teeth." Vicious said mimicking having no teeth as Ed almost choked on her milk.
"Vicious!" Spike said in a warning tone as Vicious stopped. Faye looked up at Spike before continuing.
"She never once faltered from duty
To play on the up and up.
Sal told me this tale on the evenin'
Before she was turned out free
And I'll do my best to relate it
Just as she told it to me."
Spike had walked over to the window and moved the white lacey shade. He saw two black cars drive up silently into the driveway. As their doors opened he saw the silver start that stood for the police. He turned back around quickly as Faye finished.
"Hey, hey the laws are outside!"
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AN: UH OH! They probably shouldn't have ordered those groceries! What'll happen??? Huh? Huh? Okee please tell me what ya'll think. Good, Bad, Okee? R&R!! Sorry that there ain't much mushy stuff.I'll try and do betta with the next chappy. If not much at least I'll tell ya that Spike stands up for his lady! *Kodak-camera
AN: okee well there were only two vote, one for Jet and one for Vicious.since I don't have a clue who to make Jet's wife I'm gonna go with Vicious. Vicious is gonna be taller. Plus Julia is a perfect Blanch (Blanch is Bucks wife, Buck is Clyde's brother) I'm sorry if the last chapter made anyone sorta uncomfortable.This chapter is suppose to be funny and sort of light hearted. ENJOY!
Chapter 5: Up Ta Joplin
Spike stood outside the small cabin they had rented a week after the bank robbery. He was looking at the engine of their new black ford car smoking a thick cigar. A rumbling black sedan came sputtering down the dirt road to their cabin. It pulled into the driveway next to Spike's car. Spike looked at it once and, "YAHOOO!" He yelled jumping up in the air bouncing uncharacteristically over to it. "Hey bro!" Spike yelled as a tall silver haired man stepped out of the sedan and jumped on Spike. They horsed around for a few moments yelling in loud tones like two rowdy teenage boys. The shorter Spike was playfully shoved away by Vicious as they both grinned. Spike stopped, "Hey how's ma?" He asked seriously.
"Awww she's just fine." Vicious replied as Spike started to pat Vicious' slightly plump belly.
"Is that from that prison food you've been eatin'?" Spike asked looking up at Vicious grinning.
Vicious smiled shaking his head. "Nope. It's..it's married life." Spike grinned. "You've heard what they say...right? It's the face powder that gets a guy interested but...but it's the baking powder that keeps him home." Vicious said between short laughs. He turned to the blond woman in the car, pulling Spike with him. "Hey lil brother I want ya ta meet the misses. This is Julia."
"Pleasure ta meet ya Julia." Spike said shaking her hand smiling. She nodded saying hello. Spike pulled his head out of the car and called for Faye to come and meet his brother. "Faye! Faye come here and meet ma family!" He walked up to the screen door as Faye walked out in a dark blue skirt and matching coat and beret. Spike took Faye's arm and walked with her over to meet the blond preacher's daughter sitting in the sedan.
"Hi." Faye said smiling forcefully.
"Hello." Julia said in a timid voice.
Ed walked out of the cabin in a daze wearing only her slip. Julia looked at her and winced looking away. Spike told Ed to say hello to his brother and Julia. Ed staggered over to Julia's car window in a sleepy stupor and looked in saying hello. "Hey is that a new Screenland Magazine? Does it have any new pictures of Myrna Loy? She's my favorite picture star." Ed asked opening the car door and looking at the magazine Julia was clutching tightly.
"Hey Ed why don't ya go put some pants on." Spike said to Ed as Vicious pulled out his Kodak*.
"How 'bout I take a few pictures with ma Kodak?" Vicious asked smiling. Spike smiled walking over to his car pulling a machine gun out of his car. He walked to the front of the car and sat on the bumper with his legs crossed holding the Tommy gun with the cigar lying limply between his lips. He smiled charmingly as Vicious snapped the picture. "Got it!. Now take one of me and ma misses." Vicious asked as Spike stood up walking over to his brother. Vicious pulled a very unwilling Julia out of the car.
"Honey don't take ma picture I've been in the car all day, I look like a mess." She protested in her southern accent. Vicious grabbed her around the waist and held her close to him as Spike chuckled to himself.
"Hey now brother I need ta talk to you later." Vicious said as Spike looked up.
"Awww." He said as he took the picture.
Julia broke away from Vicious' grip. "Did you take ma picture???" she turned around to Vicious stopping her foot sending a small cloud of dirt up. "Well I do declare!"
"Hey hey now! Come on Faye I'm gonna take your picture. Get in there." Spike said smiling pointing to the car. She sauntered up to him grinning mischievously. She took the cigar that Spike held between his thin lips and put it in her mouth. She walked over to the car and propped her foot up on the bumper pulling her white handled gun from her inside pocket. She looked at Spike pouting behind the cigar. "Come on a lil smile now honey?" Spike begged sweetly as Faye kept her pout expression. He clicked the small black button. Faye took the cigar out of her mouth looking down at it frowning in disgust. Ed stumbled out of the cabin wearing a pair of dark blue slacks and a white cotton shirt. Spike looked over at her. "Why don't you take a few pictures of Julia and Faye?" He said handing the Kodak over to Ed. Vicious and Spike walked into the cabin closing the door slowly.
"So tell me..tell me the truth." Vicious grinned making Spike do the same. "Is she as.as good as she looks?" Spike's grin widened as he hit Vicious' shoulder.
"She's betta." Spike lied, he wouldn't have had a clue.
Vicious looked down at his baby brother with a serious look. "It was either him or you right?"
Spike looked at him still smiling. "Who ya talkin' about?"
"The..the guy you killed? It was you or him right.you had no choice." Spikes expression turned somber as he looked away. He didn't reply as Vicious tried to change the subject.
"Hey I heard ya got in trouble in state prison. Somin' about you cuttin' on your toes?" Vicious asked smiling as Spike turned and buttoned his sleeve cuffs.
He laughed. "Yeah I did a little toe cutting. Ya know ta get off work detail, breakin' up them damn rocks." Spike pulled on his jacket as he continued. "And you know what the next week I got paroled, I walked out of that god forsaken jail on crutches." Spike laughed as Vicious shook his head laughing loudly.
Vicious sat down on the arm of a hard slumber chair looking at his brother. "So what are we gonna do?"
"Well I was thinkin' we would go up ta Joplin have our selves a regular vacation." Spike suggested. As Vicious stood up, he walked over to Spike pointing at the gun in Spike's leather wrap around shoulder holster under his arm.
"We ain't gonna have any trouble right?"
"No.." Spike said shaking his head as he buttoned his jacket.
"Ya ready ta go?"
*In the Car to Joplin*-Spike's Car
Spike sat at the driving wheel of his car hunched over looking around at the rural Missouri. Vicious sat next to Spike looking at him.
"Hey, you wanna hear a story 'bout this boy." Vicious said waving his hand out getting Spike's attention. "He owned a dairy farm, see. And his ol' Ma, she was kinda sick, you know. And the doctor, he had called him come over, and said, uh, 'Uhh listen, your Ma, she's lyin' there, she's just so sick and she's weakly, and uh, uh I want ya to try to persuade her to take a little brandy, you see. Just to pick her spirits up, ya know. And 'Ma's a teetotaler,' he says. 'She wouldn't touch a drop.' 'Well, I'll tell ya whatcha do, uh,' the doc, 'I'll tell ya whatcha do, you bring in a fresh quart of milk every day and you put some brandy in it, see. And see. You try that.' So he did. And he doctored it all up with the brandy, fresh milk, and he gave it to his Mom. And she drank a little bit of it, you know. So next day, he brought it in again and she drank a little more, you know." Spike nodded as Vicious continued. "And so they went on that way for the third day and just a little more, and the fourth day, she was, you know, took a little bit more - and then finally, one week later, he gave her the milk and she just drank it down. Boy, she swallowed the whole, whole, whole thing, you know. And she called him over and she said, 'Son, whatever you do, don't sell that cow!'" Vicious, who had been cracking up during the whole joke, was now riddled with laughter. Spike was grinning as he continued to drive laughing quietly.
-Faye's Car
Julia sat on the far right side of the car filing her nails looking out the window. Faye sat at the wheel with a limp cigarette hanging from her ruby lips. Ed was sleeping sprawled out in the back seat. Silence had taken over the roaring sedan.
*Joplin*
Vicious stood in the long cement driveway paying a man in a car the rent for the white small house that was set back behind the driveway. The man drove away as Vicious signaled Spike to drive in. Faye followed behind him.
Vicious carried Julia over the threshold of the house humming the wedding march loudly. "Welcome to our first house honey." He said putting her down as Ed walked in behind them. Faye walked in looking around and then slumped down in a old wooden rocking car. Spike stumbled into the house almost dropping a heavy wooden box of guns and grenades. Faye heard Julia's shrill compliments of the house as she rolled her eyes sighing loudly as Spike walked towards her. She smiled at him as he smiled back walking into the back room. She heard Vicious talking on the phone ordering food from a local grocery. He walked out of the kitchen and sat on the couch opposite the small chair that Ed had plunked down in. "It'll be about an hour." He said as Ed jumped up looking in a closet. She pulled a box out, Checkers.
Faye stood up from the rocking chair after watching Ed and Vicious play several games of rousing checkers. She blew the toxic smoke from her lips rolling her eyes in boredom. She turned around looking at Julia laying on her husband complaining about his long hair.
"You need a haircut, you look like an ol' man. Just like a lil ol' hillbilly boy!" she said running her hands through his hair.
Faye walked past Spike hitting his shoulder meaning for him to follow her. He stood up from the ground and followed her into the back room. She smiled as she put on a saintly face. She pranced around him. "You need a haircut you look just like a lil ol' hillbilly boy!" She whispered in a high voice mocking Julia. He grabbed her squirming hips as she tried to back away. "Oh I do declare!" She said pulling a coat over her self as he held her tight to himself.
"Shhh" He said pushing his finger to her lips looking at the open doorway to the room his brother was in. "Don't do that when she's just in the next room." Spike told her as she fell back on the bed. He sat next to her on the bed trying to pull the coat off her. She clutched it to her playing hard to get.
"There's always someone in the next room. In this room and any kinda room!" Faye said yelling in a soft tone sitting up. Her expression softened as she touched Spike's face tenderly with her hand. "Don't ya eva just wanna be alone with me?" She asked him looking into his eyes for his answer.
"I always feel like we're alone." Spike said smiling like nothing could darken his day. She wasn't sure what that meant but she tried to think positively.
"Well, do ya baby?" Faye asked seriously as Spike stood up. She let her hand drop.
"I'm hungry." Spike said smiling stupidly; he didn't know any other way to get out of the uncomfortable conversation. He was unsure of himself, and his reasons for never being alone with Faye. He was afraid she would leave him if something happened or if he did something dumb or if he didn't do "something." Whatever it was he hated it for making Faye unhappy.
There was a short knock at the door that broke Spikes thoughts as Faye stood up. "That's probably the groceries. You must be special Mr. Spiegel." Faye said trying to lighten up playfully hitting his nose with her index finger. She picked up her purse and went down to the front door. A young boy held two heavy brown paper bags asking for six dollars and thirty-four cents. Faye pulled the money from her purse and handing to the eager boy as he held the door for her. He looked up at the windows as Faye walked up the stairs. He turned around to leave looking back at the house conspicuously.
*Later After Lunch*
Faye sat in the same old rocker looking down at her notebook. Spike stood behind her looking over her shoulder at the poem she was reading. He held a thick cigar between his thin fingers. Vicious sat on the floor, Julia sat on the cream colored couch next to him. Ed sat in a chair drinking a bottle of milk. Faye started her poem.
"But few of them are really justified
If you get right down to the point
You've heard of a woman's glory
Bein' spent on a downright cur...
Still you can't always judge the story
As true, bein' told by her.
Now Sal was a gal of rare beauty
Though her features were coarse and tough..."
"I knew that ol' girl. No teeth." Vicious said mimicking having no teeth as Ed almost choked on her milk.
"Vicious!" Spike said in a warning tone as Vicious stopped. Faye looked up at Spike before continuing.
"She never once faltered from duty
To play on the up and up.
Sal told me this tale on the evenin'
Before she was turned out free
And I'll do my best to relate it
Just as she told it to me."
Spike had walked over to the window and moved the white lacey shade. He saw two black cars drive up silently into the driveway. As their doors opened he saw the silver start that stood for the police. He turned back around quickly as Faye finished.
"Hey, hey the laws are outside!"
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AN: UH OH! They probably shouldn't have ordered those groceries! What'll happen??? Huh? Huh? Okee please tell me what ya'll think. Good, Bad, Okee? R&R!! Sorry that there ain't much mushy stuff.I'll try and do betta with the next chappy. If not much at least I'll tell ya that Spike stands up for his lady! *Kodak-camera