Work was over and now was Dylan's opportunity to pick up some groceries for the house. In his opinion he'd been the one doing the shopping more often than Norma or his brother. But then again, he could always use a nice stroll into the town once in a while - even though the local townsfolk had been pretty sketchy on more than one occasion. And when he meant sketchy, he meant completely insane, what with all the murders the town had in just the first couple of month's he'd been here. No doubt it all had something to do with this weird pot business. Or maybe other secret businesses no one knew of or cared to admit to. Deputy Shelby and Keith Summers had been involved in an underground slave trade business. What reason was there not to suspect other illegal, economical boosts to the small town?
The scruffy, blonde young man walked along the refrigerated beverages section and stopped to grab a half gallon of cream. Norma was a serial creamer and, typically, so was her obedient son. Dylan often tried not to think about the weird relationship between Norman and their mother. It was just… weird. Beyond weird, actually. With a sigh, he shook the thoughts, knowing it would all just piss him off. Even with Norman's weird condition, Dylan was absolutely sure that living with Norma would only make things worse. However, what could he do? He didn't know how to handle someone with the problem his little brother had. What was it anyhow? And why hadn't they gotten professional help? Why was that impossible woman always so… impossible?!
"You gonna get all of 'em? Or are you just gonna stare at them 'till they spoil?"
Dylan whipped his blue eyes to his right, where a girl stood looking at him, clearly amused. He'd been standing with cream in one hand and the refrigerator door in the other for who knows how long? He cleared his throat and let the door close, turning to face the girl with long black, wavy hair. Her tan skin tone brought out her deep green eyes that still looked amused. But now that he looked into them from where he stood, they looked old in a way - almost sad.
"Sorry, did you need to…" he pointed at the low variety of milks and creams.
The girl, who couldn't have been much older than he was, shook her head, "Nah, I just saw you there frozen like a statue and thought I'd check if you were good. And also to say 'hi' I guess… but, it looks like you have no idea who the hell I am." She gave a little chuckle. "Classic."
Dylan stood thinking, obviously not recalling seeing her before. He thought this girl wouldn't have been hard to forget. Not because she was incredibly gorgeous. She really wasn't actually, no offense. She had an ordinary look to her, like she hadn't demanded attention once in her life. What he wouldn't have forgotten, though, were those eyes. The age he saw in them. It was weird. But not Norma and Norman weird, so it must've been a good type of weird. Finally, he pressed his lips together with his eyebrows raising to his forehead indicating his forfeited attempt to remember her.
She flashed a crooked smile, "I'll give you a hint," she walked closer and leaned in, "I practically wanted to kiss you for kicking Rex outta the van when you picked us up."
Dylan's eyes squinted at her, not quite believing what she was saying. Her? A trimmer? No way. She looked… normal, clean. And not just clean as in hygienically clean, but she looked completely weed free. Now that, he would've remembered - especially in a group of hippie, pot heads. Then again, Reno had initially forced Dylan's attention on how annoying that singing bastard was.
The woman saw his look of disbelief and nodded confirmation. "Yup. But no worries, I wasn't the only one. He's always been an ass."
"So I heard," he said, trying harder than ever to search for her in his memories. He held out his hand, "I'm Dy-"
"Dylan." She said, shaking his hand, "At least one of us remembered the other." She said chuckling. "Jane Morris."
The twenty-one year old gave a polite little smile. He had so many questions he wanted to ask, but their public location had kept his mouth shut. They had to be careful about their topic of conversations in public locations. Dylan couldn't mess up this job. He couldn't. And he definitely didn't want Jane to get in trouble either. Unfortunately, due to this rule, he had allowed a momentary awkward silence fall between them.
Regardless, everyone in the town knew the bases of their economic support, but it was obviously still an unwise move to talk about it so freely.
Jane nodded as if understanding the situation, "Anyway, I better get back to shopping. I'll see you around?"
"Yeah, sure." He said. Jane moved passed him and he just watched her walk away. Maybe he'd see her at the motel sometime tomorrow. Though he hoped she looked the same as she did just now. If so, she would stick out like a sore thumb amongst her friends, unless they too had managed to clean up real well.
