This World Will Remember Us

Chapter 3

Chapter 3

1930 - Texas

I am laying on a blanket behind my mamas ford, I am wearing just my under garments. As I am making notes in my note book, Clyde laying on the bonnet of the car wearing just his trousers and braces. He is listing things he is going to do once he leaves. "So I'm thinking first getting the places with payroll, gas stations, grocery stores we can't do nothing without cash. Second to that, I'm going to high tail it to another states and cross the state line because they ain't going to be looking for me around there. I'm going to go through Ohio, New York and then, then I'm going to be a free man. I can do whatever I want, and you know what?" I look at him "What?"

"You are going to come with me" he grins

"What makes you so sure?" I turn back to my notebook. "The smile" he says

"Just because I'm smiling doesn't..." He cuts me off "I was talking about mine" we both look at each other and start to laugh. I realise the time."I ought to get home and you want to see your folks"

He slides of the car "that can wait. What are you writing!" Walking over to me as I sit up. "A poem"

"A poem? What kind of poem?" He sits next to me

"The kind that's going to be published"

He slides the braces off his shoulders so that his chest I bare then he puts on his vest, "Wow" he says. " you are going to see my face in the movies and my poems in the magazines. 'Poetry By Bonnie Parker' and a beautiful picture of me to go along side it. Oh like this one" I pull a photo of myself out of my notebook to show him "This is what you call a glamour shot"

He stares at the picture for a moment then says "That is one of the best pictures I have ever seen in my entire life" I quickly take the picture back and put it away.

"That ones a bit old now. I need to get myself a new one, in a nice hat I look good in hats, I have a hat face" I smile at Clyde

"Read me a poem" he says as he lies down in front of me.

"You like poetry?" I ask shocked.

"Well when it's coming out of your mouth" he gave me a cheeky smile.

I giggle "okay" I lie across his chest, propped up on my elbows. "Billy rode on a pinto horse, Billy the Kid I mean"

"I love Billy the Kid" Clyde buts in "I know, I know." I turn back to my notebook "And he met Clyde Barrow, riding In a little gray machine"

"You wrote a poem about me! You are, oh, you are so in love, Sugar." I giggle and continue with the poem

"Billy said to the Barrow boy, Is this the way you ride" all of a sudden Clyde buts in again "the boy?" He said. It is really annoying me "Are you going to Interrupt me every line, because I can't read if you are going to do that"

"I'm sorry" he quickly sits up

"These things have a flow to them. I appreciate your enthusiasm but..." He interrupts me again "my lips are sealed" he says in a soft voice as he plants a kiss on my lips. He pulls away and lies back down and gives me a nod to start again, so I do.

"Billy said to the Barrow boy, Is this the way you ride. In a car that does its ninety per. Machine guns at each side? I only had my pinto horse, And my six-gun tried and true. I could shoot but they got me, And someday they will get you!"

Clyde looks at me confused " what did you write that for! That's a lousy thing to write." He grabs my book and stands up.

"It's dramatic" I tell him, with some anger in my voice.

"It's stupid!" He says angrily and stomps of a little way.

"Don't call my poetry stupid!" Upset and offended that he would say that.

"Well it is if you put stuff like that!" He points at me as I get up.

"I'm going to be famous one day and everyone is going to read my poems. They have to be dramatic or else no one will read them!" I shout, but at the same time Clyde is shouting at me

"Well I'm going to be so far away, that it doesn't even matter about your poetry. I am going to be known for being and not stupid poetry!" We both stop shouting and look at each other. Then Clyde says "Oh man I want you right now." I walk up to him slowly, "well you should have thought about that before you called my poetry stupid!" I take my book out of his hand, he starts to laugh. So I hit him with the notebook "Don't you laugh at me!" and he starts to groan in pain. "Look, I'm sorry sugar" he looks at me as I grab my dress and start to put it back on.

"Don't you ever laugh at me. I'm going to be famous, I'm going to be a poet, an actress and a singer!" I fold my arms across my chest

"A singer? Huh, well lets hear something." He asks

"I'm not in the mood" I reply

"Oh come on I want to hear you sing! Just as long as it isn't about me getting shot at." He chuckles "hey, just imagine you are in a nightclub out there in Atlantic City. You are reading your poems, singing, me sitting at the side of the stage and the crowd going wild." He puts his arms around my shoulders and starts whispering "Bonnie" over and over giving the effect of a crowd chanting. So I decide that I will sing him something, I choose a song that I heard on the radio a couple of weeks ago.

"How 'bout a dance? What do you say?

I've got some moves that I'd love to show you.

Let's find a spot and dance the night away." I unwrap myself from Clyde's arms and grab a jar from the car, to look like a microphone.

"How 'bout a dance? It's always fun.

Come over here. Let me get to know you.

Can't beat a band to lift your spirits high.

You look so handsome." Clyde turns on the headlights if the car, to look like a spotlight. Then he sits down in front of me to enjoy the show

"How 'bout a dance? Let's make a start.

Music like this can really throw you.

You'll lose the blues, and you may lose your heart.

Tonight is the night I've been waiting for.

Even the moon looks just right.

I'm sure the crowd will make room on the floor.

When they see you look like you do.

So how 'bout a dance? Let's make a start.

Music like this can really throw you.

You'll lose the blues, and you may lose your heart.

You'll lose the blues, and you may lose your heart."

I walk over to Clyde and sing the last bit to him and he gets up and grabs my hand, looking into my eyes. He softly kisses my lips and I kiss back wrapping my arms around his neck.

COPYRIGHT: I do not own the poem (it is a poem by Bonnie Parker) and I do not own the song ( the song is from the musical)