I do not own Bates Motel.
But, in some ways, I do own a Dylan. And I love him so much.
Yeah, Whatever
Rasta, Man
She was so cute and unbelievable.
Driving her orange VW Bug, crammed full of seedling marajuana plants.
Blasting rasta music and wearing big sunglasses and scarf.
What movie are you in?
Anybody who's looking can see you.
But Emma Decody was the definition of 'owning it' as she edged to a stop and shut off her car.
And really cute too.
In her clean cut clothes and unassuming demeanor.
Saving Dylan's ass from a no doubt absolutely irate . . .
". . . front porch of her motel."
. . . Norma.
Oh my god, I can't even imagine. Chick would think there was a mountain lion attack and come running.
It was dangerous, transporting pot.
Emma could get in major trouble.
Okay, really, though who's going to run in a teenage girl with no priors-
You've got no priors, right?
- who's got CF and wears oxygen?
If anybody gets a free pass, it's her.
But the fact remained that . . .
Me on the other hand, I would be so screwed.
. . . it was still dangerous.
For him. And Caleb.
". . . stayed at the motel last summer."
And Gunner.
But really, it was still pretty cute.
Especially since she had actually made it.
Well, now that my heart attack is over . . .
". . . uncle. Caleb."
. . . I'll make introductions.
She liked the land.
Yeah, me too.
And he kind of wanted to show her around . . .
Here's where we grow the weed.
Here's where I stare at the lake and hills and think about the shitstorm of my life.
. . . but he felt bad about involving her anymore than she already was.
Plus she seemed notably interested in Caleb's presence to an uncomfortable . . .
". . . heard they don't get along."
Yeah, uh, yeah.
. . . degree.
And so he tried to send her on her way as soon as possible.
"So, uh, I guess I should get all the pot plants out of your car, huh?"
A light chuckle, slightly nervous twisting and swirling of the scarf.
"Oh, uh, yeah, that would be great."
But still . . .
Man, that was so cute.
And brave.
"Bye, Dylan."
"Bye, Emma."
Okay, her blaring that rasta music was just the icing on the cake of that scene.
'Dying of CF, but first I am living this experience.'
Awesome.
Anyway, thanks to Lana Brown for reviewing. I really appreciate it! :)