I do not own Bates Motel.
But, in some ways, I do own a Dylan. And I love him so much.
Yeah, Whatever
Dylan and Emma's First Sleepover
So Norma was gone.
After some frantic searching, they had found Norman in the basement with the damn bird.
Put him to bed like a wandering child.
Again.
And now it was a creepy, quiet three a.m. in the Bates House of Bastards, Bitches, and Bonkers.
But at the moment, all that paled in comparison.
Because there was an elephant in the room.
A huge, massive elephant.
And it was standing on Emma DeCody's chest.
And because there was no one else readily available . . .
" My dad usually has the honors."
. . . she was drafting Dylan to take it off.
"Yeah, sure, just tell me what to do."
As much as he could.
". . . like this."
Um, okay.
The bad thing about it was he was worried he would hurt her.
The good thing was . . .
Oops, boob.
Oops, boob again.
. . . it was so bizarre it temporarily drove all thoughts of the awful evening's events from his stressed out head.
And now I'm sitting on her.
Man, these boobs are everywhere.
And she's smiling.
"Harder. You've got to do it harder."
That's what she s- never mind.
Man, this is weird.
And then all the bizarre, weird boy-thoughts vanished from his head when she started coughing and rolled to the side as he slid out . . .
Wrong phrase. Wrong phrase.
. . . of the way.
Hacking up a chest full of thick, yellow phelgm.
And Dylan Massett himself couldn't breathe.
This is how you live? All the time?
And then she did the worst thing yet.
She downplayed her own, very real, very serious problems.
And apologized.
"Sorry . . . phelgm on the floor . . ."
As if she were bothering him when . . .
Emma, no . . .
". . . never should have let you come here tonight."
I didn't realize.
But she, the girl who couldn't breathe, only wanted to help.
Be a part of things.
Not be shut out.
Like me.
It wasn't love at first sight or anything stupid like that.
It was just him seeing her more clearly.
And realizing . . .
Wow.
. . . she was someone truly special.
Emma . . .
And also realizing . . .
You're . . . amazing.
. . . that she was more than he could ever imagine.
And with Norman.
Norman.
Okay then.
Then he put her to sleep in his bed.
"Dylan, you don't have to do this."
It's not a horror movie, Emma, I just want . . .
"No, seriously, just rest for a little while, okay? It's clean and all. I just want . . ."
To keep you safe.
As far away from my psychotic brother as possible.
". . . you to rest. I'm going to the living room. If I need you, I promise I'll come get you, okay? And you can text me from here if you need anything."
She acquiesced, snuggling down in his single bed with a little smile.
"I can see why you like this room. It's cozy. Simple. The bed in the corner. It feels safe."
He smiled, not really sure what to say . . .
Nowhere in this house is safe, Emma. I've learned that.
. . . without making everything worse.
Then she grinned and she was so beautiful.
He'd always known she was . . .
"Norman! There's a girl here for you!"
. . . cute. Pretty.
Attractive.
But now with the events of the night and her genuine kindness for him and her soothing nature . . .
". . . okay, Dylan?"
. . . he knew she was more.
Inside and outside.
Amd that drew him.
But she was with Norman.
Why the hell why-
. . . and there were lines brothers didn't cross.
So he hovered near the door and simply smiled back just a little.
"Thank you for the bed, Dylan."
And she sent it back to him stronger.
"I'll try not to drool on your pillow."
And very Emma.
A relatively weak attempt to lighten the seriousness of the insane evening but Dylan lo-liked her anyway that much more for it.
"Okay, I'll, uh, see you in the morning."
She obviously wasn't letting him get away that easily.
"Unless you need me tonight."
He couldn't even summon anything inappropriate at the moment.
He was just so damn grateful she was there.
"Okay. Goodnight, Emma."
"Goodnight, Dylan."
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And look, I'm going in order! With this section anyway. :)