So, really, things were sort of weird. He often found himself doing things that weren't typical for him like showing up at her house, waking her up while she was sleeping, driving by the motel, and it wasn't really like him. He had noticed her alright, especially the first time, when he had opened the door and there she was, younger than him, with this sun-in-your-face kind of smile. His eyes had checked her out and when no one had the kindness or respect to introduce them, he had said the words so that she knew, "I'm Dylan". How many times had he wished that someone, anyone, would notice him? Her smile was one of the first kind moments he had ever experienced.
Funny thing that Norman his brother hadn't seem to really see Emma for all that she was. She was forever mooning over Norman but he didn't seem to really notice her at all. Emma was different that's for sure, but she was sharp, funny, and sarcastic all wrapped up in a sort of innocence. I suppose that having Cystic Fibrosis was a big cause of that innocence or people not seeing what was under the oxygen. She was a wisp of a thing, with big brown eyes and a smile dented with dimples. One day he even was fortunate enough to see her dressed up for prom in black lace which made him see that there were some womanly things about her as well.
He always knew she was there but one of the first times that he really felt that he was getting to know her was when she confronted him about not seeing his family. For a bitty thing, she sure wasn't scared to speak her mind. And she challenged him, expected things of him that made him feel like she gave a shit. His whole life nobody ever called him on his shitty behavior.
But, it was the night that she helped him with Norman when he had his blackout that he realized that Emma was a lot like him. He recognized the hurt in her eyes that reflected back in his own two eyes, that look of abandonment and just wanting someone to let you in. Emma had that alright, especially when her mom had left and even felt that with Norma and Norman. Just like he did.
All of his life he had been dark and angry, brooding but Emma was making him blush, smile, and hope for shit. And what was worse he couldn't stop the magnetism that was drawing him to her. And what was he thinking that his dark could even match her light. He really needed to pull it together.