AN Disclaimer: This is my first FOL fic. It's an adaptation from the amazing 1991 movie Thelma and Louise. I saw this movie over and over again and started picturing Blair and Jo in the movie instead of the original actresses in my head. As a disclaimer, I don't own anything connected to this movie or anything else. This is just for fun. Enjoy!

Chapter One: Making Plans

1990

Blair Warner stood alone in her spacious kitchen, lacy nightgown from last night still on, hair curlers still rolled in her hair and her makeup already done. Blair felt naked without it.

She had just finished preparing breakfast for herself and was making coffee for her live-in boyfriend.

She drummed her manicured fingernails against the countertop, staring blankly at the dirty dishes from last night's dinner soaking in her kitchen sink. Hmmm...I really should wash those, she thought, grimacing at the thought of having to put her soft hands in grimy, greasy water. But she wanted to prove to her boyfriend she could be domestic and possible wife material. Suck it up, Blair. This is your new life now, whether you like it or not. She reached out for the dishcloth and dish liquid but was quickly interrupted by the sound of her telephone ringing in the kitchen nearby.

"I got it!" She yelled out, grabbing the device and putting it up to her ear. "Hello?" She asked.

"I hope ya packed over there! We're outta here tonight!" A familiar female voice on the other line responded.

The voice belonged to her best friend of nearly eleven years, Jo Polniaczek-Bonner.

Blair cleared her throat nervously and picked a piece of invisible lint off her nightgown. "Well...you see..." she began nervously, clearing her throat again. "I want to go but... I'm just not sure Casey will let me go, is all. I haven't asked him yet," she admitted sheepishly.

Casey Clark, Blair's live-in boyfriend and was Jo's boss at the community center she worked at in the city of Peekskill, New York. She had liked Casey at one point when he and Blair began dating. All that changed when Blair agreed to live with him and she tried her utmost best to please him. When that happened, he changed.

He became more emotionally abusive and passive aggressive towards Blair no matter what she did. It was frustrating to all her friends, including Jo, but it was decided to let their friend make her own decision as to how to handle the situation. The best they could do was still be her friend.

Jo exhaled loudly. "Whaddya mean ya haven't asked him yet?!" She demanded in exasperation. "Jesus, Blair, is that man ya boyfriend or is he ya damn father? It's only two days! Don't be such a baby, Blair, for cryin' out loud! Can't ya just tell Casey I'm havin' a nervous breakdown or somethin'?"

Blair nearly burst out laughing at that response. She absentmindedly picked up a cookbook and flipped through it. "Casey already thinks you're out of your mind, Jo," she pointed out, her mind flashing back to when she and Casey had an argument at a party one night and Jo gave him a piece of her mind; yelling and calling him a lousy partner for Blair in front of everyone.

"Whatever you try to tell him isn't going to carry much weight anyways." She sighed, setting the book back on the table. She quickly changed the subject. "So, are you at work?" She asked.

Jo rolled her eyes at her friend's question. Where else would I be? She thought. "No, Blair. I'm at the Playboy Mansion," she replied sarcastically.

Blair rolled her eyes back at Jo's response even though she knew Jo couldn't see her. "Well, I_" she began but she immediately stopped talking when she heard footsteps. "Wait a minute. Jo, I'll call you right back!" She whispered hastily, quickly hanging up before Jo could even respond.

Blair quickly got to work making the finishing touches to her partner's coffee. Casey never had time to eat breakfast but he always had time for coffee.

"Babe, hurry up or you'll be late for work!" She hollered, walking towards the stairs leading up to the rest of her spacious mansion. Blair may have changed in accepting Casey but being rich was not something she was ready to give up and Casey obviously didn't mind that. As Blair waited, she ran back to the countertop and grabbed his coffee.

Casey, a tall, handsome man with dark curly hair and olive skin, came trotting down the stairs of the house he shared with Blair.

As soon as Casey arrived downstairs, Blair greeted him with his morning coffee and her best smile.

He meticulously began fixing his tie and brushing his suit over with his hands. Instead of greeting his girlfriend, Casey only grimaced in annoyance. "Blair, what do I have to tell you about yelling throughout the damn house?" He asked irritatingly. "I can't stand it when you do that, especially so early in the morning."

Blair's face fell. "I just didn't want you to be late, sweetheart," she told him in a hurt voice. She felt as if she could die, right then and there.

Casey only waved her off indifferently. "Ah, doesn't matter. How do I look?" He asked. His suit was wrinkled and the colors were off but Blair didn't have it in her to tell him.

Blair only nodded. "You look great," she lied, giving him a fake, saccharine sweet smile.

Should I tell him I'm planning to go on vacation without him? She thought.

Casey grabbed his coffee from Blair and turned to grab his suit jacket from the closet.

"Have a good day at work, sweetie," Blair said to him as he put it on and checked out his attire in the closet mirror.

"Uh-huh," he responded nonchalantly.

Blair frowned. She cleared her throat and took one more stab at trying ease her way into asking him about her sudden plans.

"Um…Babe…"she began.

Casey groaned and glared at his girlfriend in annoyance. "What?" He growled impatiently.

Blair frowned. Guess I'm not going to ask him then, she thought. Not if he sounds like that.

She then decided to ask another question instead. "Uh, what would you like for me to cook for dinner? Anything special?" She asked, trying her best to sound chipper. "There's this roast chicken recipe I want to try and_"

Casey interrupted her, raising up a hand. "Blair, I don't give two shits what you fix for dinner. I may not even make it in time for dinner. You know how Fridays are at the Center."

Blair crossed her arms together and pursed her lips in thought. "Funny how so many people at the Center are in need of help on Fridays," she said thoughtfully. "You'd think Friday was the only busy day and not the other days of the week."

Casey gave his girlfriend a scoff. "Well then. Maybe it's a good thing I'm the one who's the boss there and you're not," he sneered. "You just own the damn place."

What's that's supposed to mean? Blair thought, staring at her hands. Is that supposed to be a jab at me?

He gave himself another once-over and gave his girlfriend a weak kiss on the cheek.

"Bye, sweetie," Blair said in an icy tone. "I won't wait up," she added. She had made up her mind then and there she was going on that trip after all after his snide remark. She gave him another one of her sugary sweet smiles.

Casey handed her his empty coffee mug after gulping his coffee down. "See ya," he replied, opening the door and walking out to the car; Blair's black Porsche.

When Blair was sure he was gone, she leaned against the front door, she blew out a breath in anxiety of what she was going to do next.

"He's going to freak," she said aloud to herself. She then shrugged. She ran back to the telephone and quickly dialed a number.

After the fourth ring, a man picked up the phone.

"Good morning, Miss Blair. Jo said she was expecting you," he replied. He then tried to put on his most seductive voice possible. "So, when are you going to run away with me, Miss Blair?"

Blair fought the urge to roll her eyes. She remembered her high school days back at Eastland Academy, seeing Jo deal with an annoying boy named Roy who was very similar to this man.

Before Blair could even respond, she could hear Jo's voice. "Forget it, Roger. She's gonna be runnin' away with me this weekend," Blair heard Jo reply. Blair lightly giggled.

"So…what'd he say?" Jo asked nervously when she came on the line.

Blair blew out another breath. Guess I'd better not tell her I didn't even ask him.

"What time are you coming to get me?" she asked.

Jo then squealed in excitement. "No way! You're kiddin'! OK! Uh…I'll be over around two or three this afternoon!"

"Are we inviting Nat, Tootie and the others?" Blair asked curiously, thinking of her and Jo's other close friends.

"As cool as that would probably be, I don't think so. I really think you need this vacation…kinda get away from Casey. And anyways, Nat's being a writer and Tootie's off bein' an actress. Everyone's just gotten so busy lately."

Blair nodded wistfully. "Yeah, you're right," she agreed. She then changed the subject, putting on her most chipper voice. "Well, what should I pack then? What do I bring?"

"Well, don't plan on packin' all of Bloomingdales, Blair. It's only two days. Just be reasonable."

"Oooooook. So what reasonable stuff can I bring?"

"I dunno. It's in the mountains so I assume it gets cold up there at night. Guess I'm just gonna bring everythin'."

"Now who's being reasonable?" Blair wisecracked.

"Well, at least I'm bein' practical!"

"Well, if you're going to be 'practical', then I guess I will be, too," Blair decided, grinning. "And I'm going to see what type of fishing stuff Casey has in his closet," she added.

There was a pause as Blair had a sudden thought. What the hell do I know about fishing?

"Jo, I don't know the first thing about fishing," she admitted. "Do you?"

"Oh, sure, Blair...we fished a whole lot down in the Bronx," Jo said sarcastically. She then snorted out a laugh. "Of course I don't know how to fish! But if Casey can do it, how hard can it possibly be?"

Blair chuckled. "Alright, alright. You've made your point," she said. "As long as I don't have to touch anything weird, slimy or gross."

"Yeah, yeah, yeah. Now will ya quit yappin' and get ready? I'll see ya later, alright? Be ready."

And with that, Jo hung up.

Blair set the phone down and began to crack her knuckles.

"Well then. Looks like I'm going fishing," she said to herself. Maybe it won't be too bad. It's not Bora Bora or Tahiti but it's Jo's best. I guess it'll do. "Time to pack," she said, heading towards the bedroom.