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Dylan's Point of View

Once I had woken up in the morning with my phone directly under my cheek, with two missed texts one from Ethan who I hadn't realized I gave my number to, and the other being from Liv asking me if she should be wearing anything in particular. I had to admit I wasn't used to a girl wanting to be around me for more than just a night.

I quickly threw on some clothing before heading down the stairs, walking in on Mr and Mrs Bates cleaning the kitchen on their hands and knees. They instantly stopped talking the moment the saw me causing me to shake my head at them as I tried not to laugh.

"Don't you two ever get tired of each other?" I asked them as I sat down at the table eating the cookies Norma had baked. They almost seemed to ignore the fact that I was even there. "These are good." I continued the talk with myself.

The doorbell soon rang causing them both to quickly look towards where the door was causing me to laugh softly for a second time. I stood up as the two sat there collecting themselves, "I got it, gang. It's cool." I sighed, once I had passed Norma I knew I had to make one last remark.

"Don't stop your swiffering." I chuckled at her.

Once I reached the door opening it I saw a girl standing there with tubes in her nose, dressed like a younger version of Norma. I had to admit it made me slightly nauseous. "Hi. I'm here to study with Norman." She quickly told me as she stared at me.

Turning back so my voice would be carried down the hallway I shouted to my brother. "Hey, Norman, There's a girl here for you." I turned back to look at her with a sheepish smirk on my face. "Come in."

I walked her towards the kitchen noticing they where both now acting as if they where never even cleaning the room like crazies. "Hi, Norman." The girl squealed from behind me causing me to squint at the sound.

"Oh, Hey, Emma." He said almost as if he wasn't really expecting her to be here at all, which was my initial thought. She wasn't here to study with Norman even if that was a really good cover up for whatever they were really up too.

"This is my mom. Emma." He introduced her to Norma as I continued to lean against the wall watching this hallmark moment unfold before me. "I'm Dylan." I introduced myself knowing that would never happen on it's own.

"Uh we're doing a language arts project together at school. I guess I forgot to tell you." He had continued to explain to my mother. However judging by the air tank, the tubes and the fact that she looked like she came out of the same vintage store Norma shops at… Norma already approved of her.

Which got me to thinking; what would she think of Liv when she met her? Should I have even mentioned that she was the Sheriff's daughter? Would she approve of her? Would how kind hearted and nice she is be enough to win my mom over?

I felt myself shake my head, why did I even care what Norma would think of Liv? I liked Liv wasn't that all that honestly mattered? I thought Liv was absolutely beautiful, kind, funny, not to mention she made me feel like I didn't need to put up such a wall. I felt Norman's eyes on me causing me to snap out of my thoughts.

"Hey, Mom. Didn't you need me to go to the grocery store?" I asked her, "Come sit down." She told the girl whose name I had already forgotten.

"Do you have that list?" I asked again as Norma seemed to dismiss me, "Have a seat." She continued to pressure the girl. "No, I haven't made it yet." She told me as I nodded looking back over to Norman.

At least I had tried to help him, but I could only do so much Norma had a mind of her own whenever something that was taking the attention away from her would show up. The girl was sitting there basically telling Norma how she could possibly die and she just seemed more intrigued by that knowledge. Something was seriously wrong with that woman.

"What is your life expectancy, Emma?" Norma asked her as I felt like smacking myself in the fact for Norma, Norman just looked over at me probably wanting to do the exact same thing I wanted.

"Uhm maybe 27." She told us as Norma just seemed a little to happy about that, I could help but widen my eyes in disgust of the woman as I tried to look away. "Well, why don't you two go upstairs, do your homework, and you let me know if you get hungry." Norma said to them as the two left the kitchen leaving me there with Norma.

Moving closer to the table where Norma was standing there still tidying I leaned in and began to talk to her again, knowing exactly which buttons to press with her. "Do you think that she has to take that thing out of her nose when they make out?"

"At least Norman would have someone to make out with, not make people up just to finish a fight with me." She told me.

"Olivia isn't made up." I snapped at her before taking off back to my room.

Olivia's Point of View

I had been standing in front of my mirror for the past hour and a half, just looking at the outfit that I had picked to wear to Dylan's place for dinner. I couldn't tell if skinny jeans, black tank and a sheer pink blouse worked together. Where the heels too much? Did the white pleather jacket over do it? Was the light amount of jewelry too much? Bold makeup, I couldn't tell which was probably why I was still standing here staring into the mirror.

I quickly threw my hair into a fishtail braid before picking up my purse and keys and heading out the door to my car. I was nervously tapping my fingers on the steering wheel the entire time I was driving there. Once I had pulled up into the motels parking lot I sat there staring up at the house watching the shadows move around in the window as I slowly got out of the car shutting the door and making my way towards the door.

I knocked on the door and was quickly greeted by a young boy who sat there staring at me, which only made me even more nervous about the outfit I had decided to wear. "Hi." He said in a short breath.

"Hi, I'm… I'm Olivia… Dylan's friend." I stammered out as the boy smiled.

"Oh he said you'd be here, come on in." He explained to me politely as he lead me down the hallway into the kitchen where a young looking woman stood over the counter seemingly plating the dinner on each plate.

"Norman who was at the door?" She asked not turning around to look.

"Dylan's friend Olivia, I'll go get him. I think he just got out of the shower." The young boy said as he took off and the woman spun around to face me. "Olivia?" She smiled at me as she put two plates down onto the table.

"Hi, you must be Dylan's mom. It's a pleasure to meet you." I told her as I offered her my hand, she took it shaking it eagerly.

"Pleasure is all mine." She said awkwardly as she placed two other plates on the table. "Dylan told me he moved out here to be with you guys." I said softly as she pulled out a chair offering me the seat as I took it, her sitting next to me.

"Yea, it was a surprise. I wasn't really expecting him to show up." She told me.

"I had bumped into him at the café in town; he stayed at my place the night he got here. He's a really nice guy, you did an impeccable job raising him." I complimented her.

"Dylan?" She asked me as I nodded, "Well, thank you." She said confused as to my commented about Dylan's kindness.

"Olivia… you're here… you're early." Dylan said rushing with his words as he entered the room taking the seat next to me quickly followed by Norman sitting at the other end of the table.

"Yea, and I'm sorry. It's all right though I had your mom here to keep me company. I have to admit I like how cozy you made the place. Keith had always made this place look and feel like a dump, you're home sense is amazing Norma you must give me some tips." I told her with a smile.

Norma smiled brightly at me as she moved in closer to me, "Thank you, Dylan you never told me you had met such a kind girl. I would have made something better than… this." She remarked to the chicken and mashed potatoes with mixed vegetables and gravy she had prepared.

"You are far to modest, I am sure it's great. All I've had the past few days was either soup or Kraft Dinner, not counting the take out I had when I visited my father." I smiled at her, as she seemed to be staring at Dylan with this happy gaze.

Dinner seemed to be going really well, with Norma asking me a few questions here and there about what I do for fun, for a living, she seemed interested in how I knew Keith and what I knew about him which was a bit weird. Explaining that I was now helping my friend run her families company had to be slightly vague too, considering it was a drug and arms business.

I had talked to his brother Norman asking him about school, if he'd made any friends. They seemed to like the town and Norman seemed to be fitting in rather well, which was honestly a slight surprise to me considering how quiet and well mannered he was compared to most of the kids in this town.

Once dinner was over I had offered to help Norma clean up the table and quickly do the dishes to which she more than happily agreed to as Dylan and Norman seemed to take off for the living room. Norma seemed to find that action on it's own out of character for either boy which I had to admit had me worried. "So, you met Dylan his first night here?" She asked me as I was drying and putting away the plates.

"Yea it was a crazy meet cute actually, I couldn't tell if he was being a dick or complimenting me at first. Pardon my language." I smiled at her; it was key to never be impolite to anyone's parent. Well in my books anyway.

"Well you're a very pretty girl; I couldn't imagine him being rude to you. Thank you for letting him stay with you, I can't imagine anyone being that kind to a stranger." She told me.

"Well, my dad's the Sheriff and basically everyone in this sad town knows me so had I gone missing or something they'd pretty much know who did it. However I don't like seeing people struggle, kind of a trait I picked up from my mother. So my dad says." I told her.

Norma stopped cleaning the dishes to look over at me, "Is your mom not in the picture anymore?" She asked me calmly, yet I could hear the curiosity behind her voice.

"My mother disappeared when I was younger, couldn't have been more than six or seven at the time when it happened. I think she was killed however I have no proof nor will anyone listen to anything I have to say on the matter." I explained to her as I could see the gears turning in her mind.

"What does your dad think?" She asked me, "He think's she took off on us which considering she wanted another kid and loved this town, it's unlikely. Which is why I think it was murder."

She seemed to take a deep breath nodding her head as she continued to clean the dishes, "Who do you think did it?" She asked me quietly.

"Keith Summers, the sicko that used to live here…" I told her, "However I have no proof, I am dreadfully sorry I brought it up." However my apology came too late when she had dropped a plate on the ground causing it to shatter into pieces.

Both boys had instantly rushed into the room to see what had happened. Norman quickly at his mothers side as she had started turning ghost white, Dylan at mine as I had backed away worried I had said something terrible to her.

"What happened?" Norman asked me.

"I was just—" I started to say before Norma cut me off, "Nothing, I had a hot flash and dropped a plate. You two can go, Olivia and I are almost finished." She said shooing the boys out of the kitchen as she grabbed a broom and dust pan to clean up the glass.

"I am so sorry Ms. Bates." I offered to her as I knelt down to the level she was at. "Don't be… I just, had a rather unpleasant dealing with Keith that I'd rather not relive." She explained.

"You wouldn't be the only women whose entered this house or motel to say that." I whispered to her as she looked to me, "He raped you?" She asked me revealing to me more than I had expected her to have.

"He had tried to, it was when I was Norman's age… I had come here to investigate my mom's death with my best friend… he cornered me in a room. Had she not been there he could have." I told her.

"I realize your father is the Sheriff…" She had started to say to me. "He may be the Sheriff and my father but there is a lot about me that he doesn't know and will never know." I told her.

"Keith attacked me, Norman and I… we…" She began to tell me as I hushed her, "You don't need to say it." I told her as I leaned back to see if either boy was near by, "He can't harm anyone anymore?" I asked her as she nodded. "That's all that matters." I told her, as I helped her up off the floor.

I watched as she walked towards the trash bin to toss away the broken glass bits, she had killed Keith? I had heard he went missing near here, I think Dylan had even told me he was missing. I didn't think he was killed, all I had to say on the matter was if he was dead… at least my mothers death was avenged.

Hours had past since dinner, Norman had gone up to his room to finish some homework and go to bed. Something Norma was also upstairs preparing to do herself. Dylan and I where sitting in the living room trying our best to keep our voices down.

"I'm really shocked how well you got along with Norma and Norman." He told me, "You mean your mother and brother?" I smirked.

"Yea, yea." He chuckled.

"Well they aren't bad people; I mean your mom is a very broken woman… I really feel for her, but you can see how hard she is trying to keep everything together. She's a strong woman." I told him as he nodded.

"Yea, I guess she is." He said looking past me. "You give her a hard time I take it." I stated.

"What no, me? Never." He joked. "How could you tell?" He asked.

"Other than the fact that she seemed utterly surprised and shocked at the fact that there was a girl here for you?" I laughed, "And her response when I told her how nice you where."

He rolled his eyes, "Yea I guess I could lighten up on them. It's just you know… history there that I have trouble getting past." He explained.

"I get it; trust me… my dad and I are the same way. Us spending time together is more like an interrogation than a father daughter bonding experience." I sighed as he smiled.

He opened his mouth to say something when the doorbell rang as he looked behind him at the clock, "Pretty late for a guest." He murmured as Norma rushed down the stairs to get the door. She was wearing a negligée which caused me to think she was the one expecting the guest.

"Does your mom usually dress like she's about to get nailed, when she's going to bed?" I asked him as he gaged, "Oh god, don't say that." He laughed.

"Good evening, Gentlemen. Sorry I'm in my robe you caught me while I was getting ready for bed." I heard Norma say as I cocked my head to the side giving Dylan a confused look, a look he seemed to be mirroring to me.

"Yea, we need to ask you some questions." I heard a familiar voice tell her.

"Sure, yea ask away." Norma responded.

"The other morning when we were out here, you said you hadn't seen Keith Summer." The voice said again as I felt my eyes widen. "What is it?" Dylan asked me as I shook my head.

"Unbelievable." I said more to myself than to him, "What?" Dylan asked.

"That's my father." I said as I began to chew the inside of my cheek out of frustration. My dad would make frequent house calls to Ms. Bates but could barely return my calls.

"But we have an eyewitness who was driving by here who said he saw him standing right here on your front lawn. That you and your son were talking to him…" My dad seemed to press on. "And it looked a little heated." He added.

"He sounds like he's doing some pretty find police work." Dylan shrugged. "No he's interrogating your mother, like he does to me when I go over for our weekly dinners." I sighed, standing up walking towards my fathers voice.

"So you're admitting you did see him?" My father asked.

Peering around the corner I watched as Norma continued to answer my dad's excessive questions and Zack stood behind him making a basic mockery of the policing career, as he seemed bent over enjoying himself at that apparent conversation between Norma and my dad. I felt Dylan's hand on my shoulder as I turned to look at him, "What are you thinking?" He asked me.

"My dad was never this intent on finding out what happened to my mother, but Keith Summer's the man suspected of killing my mom goes missing and he's basically up your moms ass about her possibly seeing him the week prior to him vanishing…" I explained. "That's only mildly annoying."

Dylan put his hands on my waist pulling me closer to him into a hug, "We will figure out with no sound of doubt what happened to your mom, I promise you that." He whispered into my ear, "Bound to be something left in this mausoleum that says something. You can come her everyday if you need to and we can sift through it all." He told me as I chuckled at his comment about the house being a mausoleum.

"All right, and thank you for this… you don't have to help me figure it out." I said to him as we moved away from each other.

"Could be fun, you know getting all Scooby doo on it, or Nancy Drew." He added with a laugh. "I'd rather stick with Sherlock Holmes." I joked.

"Fine but I get to be the one with the pipe." He teased, "I could be wrong but I think they both smoked pipes, it was 1800's and 1900's and he was an aristocratic British man." I told him.

"Great you're the brain and the beauty of the operation." He joked, "Where does that leave me?" He asked. "The Muscle and the Curiosity?" I replied.

"You must have loved bumping into me when I got out of the shower then." He winked at me as I shook my head at him before back into my fathers view accidentally.

"Olivia?" I heard both him and Zack say in union as I turned to them seeing both their shocked faces. "Dad… Zack…" I remarked as I felt my heart drop into my stomach, I had a feeling they would use me being near Norma against her which from what she told me she didn't need. Not to mention Zack was the last person on this planet I wanted to see or speak to at this point, especially since I had met Dylan. Things where defiantly about to get intense.