I do not own Bates Motel.
But, in some ways, I do own a Dylan. And I love him so much.
Yeah, Whatever
Regarding Real Estate
As he searched through the darkness of the Bates Maseulouem of Someone Else's Crap, Dylan Massett focused on his goal.
Finding that kidnapping, raping bastard Shelby and killing him.
And not dying in the process.
And he thought about houses.
Since leaving home at seventeen, he had lived in a lot of places.
Apartments, houses.
Trailers.
Cars.
Tents.
Whatever, wherever he could.
The houses he had grown up in were always cramped and tiny and miserable.
Because everyone inside them was miserable.
The current house he had been occupying with Norma and Norman was huge and impressive.
And miserable.
Because everyone in it was miserable.
Dylan had decided if he lived through this mess, he would eventually try to find something in the middle.
A house that was modern and simple. Clean and uncluttered.
Big enough to breathe in.
With all the occupants living inside happy and content with each other.
He didn't know how to accomplish this insurmountable feat, seeing as how he'd never been truly happy in his entire life.
But there had to be a way, dammit.
So he didn't care how big or small the house was, so long as it was a good place to be.
And didn't have so many dark corners.
Obstructed views.
Hiding places.
Or . . .
Oh shit.
. . . murderous cops in it.
And then the gunfight at the OK Corral commenced!
Sorry. ;)
Thanks to Lana Brown for so graciously reviewing!