I giggle.
"You would." I say.
"Well don't you? I do! Did you hear the way he was talking? We're famous!" He bounces excitedly. By now people's attention has been drawn to the full grown man dancing in his car seat and squealing about being famous.
"Gerard, settle down. We're not famous." I try to get his back into his seat. He just smiles at me.
"You know what this calls for?" He asks, still a little too excited for my tastes, looking up at me from the counsel. (he's now taken to hanging his legs out the window, and lying down across the counsel)
"A toast to the two new kings of the entire universe?" I ask sarcastically.
"No, silly. Wait, yes! Waitress!" he hollers out the window. "But as I was saying, to celebrate our new stardom we need to go on a frenzy on our way to Colorado."
"What do you want?" the waitress snaps from next to his window. She looks like she's about to throw Gerard out. He sits up in his seat. He pokes his head out the window.
"I would like one bottle of your finest champagne, for my traveling companion and I, please." Gerard jokes. The waitress, Joan her name tag reads, doesn't seem to be too amused.
"Sir, we have soda, milk, milkshakes, and beer." she informs him in a monotone voice.
"Then two milkshakes will suffice, I suppose." he says strained, like this is the most inconvenient thing he's ever come across.
The waitress does that thing with her lips that people do when they're judging you, and walks away.
"Okay, so before we were so rudely interrupted, I was trying to tell you that," he lowers his voice, "we need to go on a frenzy on the way to Colorado. We need to start robbing banks left and right, Frankie. We've been seriously slackin' dude. Bonnie&Clyde robbed fifteen banks. Fifteen. We need to get out shit together. We gotta show Bonnie&Clyde what's up."
"Gerard, they robbed fifteen banks in three years." I inform him.
"Ugh! Do you think I don't know that? That's the whole point! We need to rob that many banks in three weeks." he grumbles at me.
I crack. I start to laugh and smile and I feel this insane happiness. My chest feels tight, and I know it's happiness. Happiness. This guy. This. He wants to rob banks with me. That empty feeling, that distant world I felt this morning, seems eons away. Right now everything is real and I want everything. I want this.
"Oh my God...." I wipe the tears from my eyes. Gerard just stares, questioning my sanity.
"Well?" I say, getting sick of him goggling at me. "Let's do it!"

We get our milkshake and slurp them up giggling and just enjoying each other's company. We get a hotel and settle in for the night. As Gerard flips through the channels with the TV on mute, I wonder what's in store for he next few days.
"This is so crazy." I think aloud, lying on the bed.
"Huh?" Gerard looks back at me from the obligatory dirty armchair. Filthy décor seems to be a staple when you're on the run.
"Just.... this... it's so crazy." Gerard smirks inwardly.
"Yeah..." he sighs.

Notes

I know it's short, I just thought this was a good place to leave off. Thank you for reading. :)

FIFTEEN CHAPTERS. FIFTEEN. THAT'S AS MANY BANKS AS BONNIE AND CLYDE ROBBED.