Shades of Cool

My baby lives in shades of blue

Blue eyes and jazz and attitude

He lives in California too

He drives a Chevy Malibu

Disclaimer: I do not own Bates Motel or any of the character.

Chapter One

I stopped by the florist to pick up some flowers, it was almost Spring and I was so excited to fill up my room with different types of flowers and plants. It made me feel happy to wake up to all different colors and nature surrounding me. I had just recently moved, my dad traveled a lot. I had a disease called cystic fibrosis, which made it pretty much impossible for me to stay by myself. So I moved into a friend's house with him and his mother. They were nice people, I met them because they owned a hotel and I started working there behind the desk. After my dad found out that he would be traveling constantly, they found out and offered a place for me to stay while they were gone. I had such gratitude towards them, they were a little bizarre, but they cared and I was lucky to have such kind people in my life. I know because of my disease that I wouldn't live a full life, but I knew I had quite a few years left and I wanted to spend them happy with people I loved.

I purchased a couple bouquet of flowers to put in vases and put around my room at the Bates's house. I paid for them, then walked out the door, as I stepped out, I wheeled my oxygen tank behind me, as I stepped onto the sidewalk this tall rugged looking guy with dirty blonde hair cut in front of me, causing me to trip. He glanced back, we made eye contact and he kept walking. I sighed a little, people were so freaking rude sometimes. I followed behind him, heading toward the bus stop that was about a block away. I didn't pay much attention to the rude stranger, I just focused on heading to the bus stop, daydreaming about life and what my weekend plans were going to consist of.

Suddenly as I was walking, I heard a gun shot go off too close by. I jumped, then before I knew it, someone grabbed me and pulled me down behind a car. I gasped, hearing the shot hit the building directly behind me, not knowing what was going I until I looked up. Beside me was the rude stranger, who had pulled me down, he was peering out from the side of the car, and he pulled out a gun from his waist, I bit my lip, terrified and so very confused. He stood up and pointed his gun over the car, I stayed down, covering my ears. I heard him fire a shot, then a shot fired back, I saw him duck down from the corner of my eye. Then I heard a car screech off. I waited a few seconds before uncovering my ears and looking beside me at the stranger. He looked back at me, I opened my mouth but nothing came out, I wanted to thank this stranger for saving my life pretty much, but I couldn't make words come out, he watched me, emotionlessly for a couple seconds then he stood up and quickly walked off. I bit my lip, not sure of what to think, but I seriously wanted to know who this stranger was. Because whoever he was, he was the reason I hadn't been shot and killed. I didn't know what to think, it was all so much to take in.

It'd been weeks since that shooting incident. I obsessed for a few days over finding the guy that saved my life, I wanted to thank him, and buy him lunch or something kind along those lines. But after a week of going back to that same spot, asking around and describing him to people, I was at a loss. Maybe he was from out of town or something, I convinced myself he was and moved on.

I took a sip of my water as I scrolled through the internet of my laptop as I sat behind the desk in the back room of the small motel lobby. Norman Bates sat in the front, looking at his phone. I yawned softly, Norman turned around quickly.

"Are you tired? You can go up to the house and lay down if you need to." He asked, he was always so concerned about my well being. We were best friends, at one point I wanted to be more, but I was too nervous to mention it, and after a while I realized that being friends was probably better in the long run.

I shook my head, "No, no. I'm fine. Thank you though Norman." I smiled, he smiled back and turned back around. His mom and he were so nice to me. They made me feel like a part of their family, I loved it.

Suddenly the door opened, I didn't bother glancing up, I was too busy looking at dresses online. Plus, Norman normally took care of most things dealing with the motel. I was merely there to take his place if he had to go somewhere.

"Hi, how can I help you?" He asked, politely, as he always did.

I heard the guest clear his throat, "I need a room for a couple of weeks." He said, I glanced up and saw him. The guy that had saved my life. My heart stopped and I watched as he and Norman talked, hoping he'd notice me.

Norman replied, "Okay, sure, how many weeks exactly?" He asked.

The guy shrugged, he was very rugged looking, he had on a black t-shirt, and a beat up leather jacket. He didn't look much different from when I saw him a few weeks ago.

He ran his hand through his dirty blonde hair, "I don't know." He shrugged, blankly.

Norman sighed softly, "Well, I need to know an estimation or something, so I know what to charge you." He said.

The guy rolled his eyes, "Here. This should hold me over for a couple weeks." He said as he reached in his wallet and grabbed what looked like a couple hundreds. Norman took it from him and looked at it for a moment. "Okay…you'll be staying in Room 1," He said as he handed him the key, "Do you want me to show you to your room?" Norman asked.

The guy shook his head, "I'm pretty sure I can handle it, thanks." He said, then looked in the back at me and smirked, I couldn't help but blush and smile, then he walked out.

Once the door shut, Norman turned to me, he looked really annoyed.

"What an asshole." Norman said, I chuckled lightly.

"Oh come on, he didn't seem that bad." I said softly, part of me wanted to tell Norman about what happened with the guy, but I didn't. I wanted it to be my secret.

"Emma, he's a prick." Norman said, matter-of-factly. "Also, who the hell carries around hundred dollar bills in their wallet?" He asked, as he crossed his arms.

I shrugged, "Maybe he's got a good job." I suggested, Norman rolled his eyes.

"Just be careful with him around." Norman said, "There's something shady about him and I don't like it." He said, I nodded softly, Norman was always looking out for me. I did appreciate that.

Norman glanced down at his watch, "It's lunchtime. I think I may go into town and get some pizza." He said, as he locked the front drawer. "Do you want to come with? My treat," Norman said, I smiled and shook my head.

"No, but thank you," I said and Norman smiled and nodded, "I'll see you in an hour or so then." He said then walked out the door.

I took a deep breath and looked at myself in the mirror, fixing my hair. I was determined to go talk to this guy and thank him. But when the opportunity was now there, I felt myself get extremely nervous. I didn't like him or anything, I mean he was attractive, but I didn't even know him. I cleared my throat, took a sip of my water then got up, dragging my oxygen tank along with me.

I was going to thank him, he probably wouldn't even care or think anything of it. Besides, what guy would be interested in a girl who drags around an oxygen tank? My point exactly.

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