<div style="text-align: justify;">Bonnie showed a broad smile when she heard Clyde's laughter. For some reason, hearing him laugh made her happy. There was something in him that drew her close, and it felt dangerously irresistible. <span style="font-weight: bold"><span style="color: #FFBF00">"Funny. I would say you're not bad of a boy"</span></span>, she commented. His remark on his kind of life dating back to his grandfather made her curious, but she didn't ask questions, for now. Something within Bonnie felt like she would have time for questions, and much more.<br/><br/>When Clyde said he hadn't really done anything, Bonnie smiles and turned her palm up, squeezing his hand before letting it go so he could drive. There was this silent understanding they shared, and it made Bonnie feel strangely comfortable with Clyde, a man she barely knew and had witnessed committing a murder.<br/><br/>It was also interesting to know that he could see the slight wickedness of her nature. <br/><br/>As they moved more and more into a rural area, Bonnie felt curious and relaxed at the same time. She knew full well those kind of places, and life there. It made her miss home a little. Even the way the air smelled was different than the middle of the city. When Clyde opened the car door and offered his hand, Bonnie gave him a surprised smile before accepting it.<br/><br/>The scents in Clyde's house also made Bonnie smile. She smiled once again in seeing the lady she assumed was his mother preparing something by the sink. Another gaze took in Buck's appearance. Bonnie was about to ask what was wrong, when Clyde have her that silent explanation. Gasping when Clyde dropped the book on the table, Bonnie shook her had. Siblings probably behaved like that. <br/><br/>Assuming Blanche was the man's wife or something of the sort and that she wasn't happy with them, Bonnie didn't ask questions. There would be time for it, after all.<br/><br/>Another smiled showed when Bonnie saw Clyde wrap his arms around his mother. Nodding to Buck, Bonnie smiled to the woman. <span style="font-weight: bold"><span style="color: #FFBF00">"Nice meetin' you, ma'am"</span></span>, she replied politely. The woman's question made Bonnie blink and look at Clyde, obviously a little confused.<br/><br/>Frowning, Bonnie looked at Clyde one more time. What would she learn soon enough? The woman as acting as though she was someone who would stick around for long, and not just a visitor. Getting distracted when Clyde tossed her a strawberry, Bonnie ate it just to find out she was actually starving.<br/><br/><span style="font-weight: bold"><span style="color: #FFBF00">"Good luck"</span></span>, she whispered to Buck, smiling to Clyde. It was funny, but she felt comfortable there. Almost like she belonged there. Leaving would be harder now, but she couldn't just stick around, could she?<br/><br/>Laughing when Mrs. April showed Clyde out, Bonnie looked at the woman and smiled before following her son. She nibbled on the strawberries and walked with him. Right now, she would go to hell with Clyde if he wanted her to. It didn't really matter that it was an old barn.<br/><br/>Bonnie would be silent until they got in the barn. After looking around, the girl would sit on a pile of hay and stare at Clyde. <span style="font-weight: bold"><span style="color: #FFBF00">"Come 'ere, lion"</span></span>, she called, with a smile. <span style="font-weight: bold"><span style="color: #FFBF00">"Tell me if I should be afraid of you and run back to Texas, of if you'll be nice to me"</span></span>.</div>