You were cuddling with the infamous outlaw, Clyde Barrow.

He’d seen your broken down car on the side of the road last night, and boy, it was like love at first sight. Even though you just met, it felt as though like you were talking to an old friend, someone who’s known you all your life.

You were hanging out in your apartment, snuggled into his side and you recited your most recent poem to him.

But your evening was suddenly interrupted by knocks at the front door. Clyde froze, immediately reaching for his gun and standing up, to which you gently pulled him back down, shaking your head and pointing under the bed. He nodded, seeming to understand what you meant, reluctantly dropping his gun on the mattress and crawling under the bed, out of sight.

You made your way to the front door, wrapping your lingerie robe tighter around your figure, seeing as you were only in your bra and shorts.

You opened the door, seeing Ted Hinton, who dipped his hat to you as he stepped inside, looking around.

“You missed out on one hell of a party on Saturday, Bonnie.”

That’s when it dawned on you. The party. You had forgotten all about it.

You go to apologise, but Ted holds up a hand to shush you, his other reaching down to hold your waist.

“It’s fine. But you’ll need to make it up to me, y’hear? I was thinkin’ if you’d let me take you out to dinner, then we’ll call it even.”

Before you could answer, you hear a creak from the hallway, looking over as you see Clyde aiming his gun at Ted. Before Ted noticed Clyde, you grab Ted’s hand, pulling him behind you.

Ted stumbles back onto the couch, confused before his eyes drift over to Clyde Barrow, who had his hand wrapped around your waist with his gun pointing at Ted’s head, a scowl on his face.

Ted stands, pulling his own gun from its holster and stepping forward, his pistol trained on Clyde threateningly. Ted reached out, grabbing your hand gently and ripping Clyde’s grip from you, glaring at him.

“Bonnie, get behind me.”