Hey guys little note here; there is a part where there is Dylan's Point of view. No it wont happen often but it will happen to stop from everything Liv is up to being revealed too soon. Girl is full of secrets and mystery, that will be revealed at opportune moments. Hope you still enjoy :)

Sitting in the café waiting for Dylan as I felt my fingers shake with each tap against the coffee mug, I began to get scared every time an emergency response car drove past the window. Today was the first day I was supposed to go check on things at the shop. Jodi had told me to dress with authority so the guys don't think they can do whatever they want. Black dress shirt, white jacket and jeans, was sure to do the 'I'm in charge but not really at all' look for me.

"Do you ever not look good, you make me feel under dressed." I head Dylan asks me as he placed his arm on my shoulder sending chills down my spine. He pushed me slightly forcing me to move into the booth more so he could sit beside me not across from me.

"Well, I'm sure if I tried I could." I teased him as I turned my body slightly to face him.

"You should do this more often." He explained to me vaguely as he pointed to my face.

"I should do what?" I asked as my hands instantly moved to hide whatever it was he was commented about.

He chuckled moving my hands away from my face, "No make up, you should do that more often." He grinned.

"Oh, yea maybe I guess." I rambled looking away from him. "So what did you want to do today anyway?" I asked him.

"Well there's a lot going on up at my mom's so I really don't want to have to go back there for a while today." Arching my brow I looked at him confused, "What's going on there?"

He sighed shrugging his shoulder as the waitress filled the cup in front of him with coffee, as she placed a small bowl in front of him with milks and creams. "This car crashed near our house, the guy inside was burnt to a crisp. One of my brother's friends dad's I think, that and these two cops came claiming some guys car was found near the place."

I nodding feeling my stomach churning, when I was told to give Gil the go ahead I hadn't thought for a second he was going to do anything that terrible to Jerry. I looked over at Dylan trying to mask the pain that my eyes where now holding, why would Jodi make me do that? She would know I would feel completely responsible for his death. Was this her way of suckering me into her families business she was supposed to be my best friend.

"Are you alright?" He asked me.

"No, just now that you mentioned the crash… it makes the text I got this morning make a lot more sense." I sighed.

Dylan looked at me more intently as he moved slightly closer to me wrapping his arm around me. He must have thought I was talking about Bradley's text, which in part I was referring to hers however he text was incredibly spot on with what she meant. The text I was talking about was however Gil's text, 'Light 'em up fire starter.'

"A friend of yours?" He asked.

"Her father, I've known the family for years. Babysat the daughter and tutored her in school for many years." I told him as I took a deep breath.

"Hey then let's go do something fun and exciting." He told me as I started to laugh, He really wasn't from around here. Fun and Exciting are two things that don't happen here unless they're forced.

"What?" He laughed. "Nothing, just kind of eager to see what you consider fun and exciting." I told him.

He lowered his head rubbing the back of his neck, "Well we could go to the strip club." He teased, "That you can do on your own later, I'm good." I told him.

"Way too many girls I graduated work there with their mothers it's really quite awkward." I smirked.

He started to laugh, "That would be pretty bad, here let's get out of here." He stood up from the booth dropping a twenty on the table, he then held his hand out for me to take. "A gentleman? Really? Never would have seen it." I teased as he shook his hand.

"Nah." He joked, "Only for you, so feel special."

I could hear my heart beating why did he have to say things like that, say things he didn't mean. I took his hand as he helped me up and out of the seat, he held my hand as he dragged me out of the store and onto the street.

"Alright so, we have two options that I see." He told me looking around the streets, my attention however was still on the fact he hadn't yet let go of my hand. "Those being?" I asked him as my voice cracked.

I looked up in time to see his head turn around to look at me; he continued to smile at me before taking me towards the waterfront. "We're going for a walk on the waterfront?" I asked him,

"Yea, till I can think of a place worthy enough for us to hang out." He joked.

I shook my head at him, "So, have you given anymore thought to what happened to your mom?" He asked me as I stopped walking to face him, forcing him to drop my hand from his grasp.

"My mom?" I questioned him.

"Yea, I was thinking about it last night after my mom was telling me about this crazy man trying to drive her away from the hotel. The hotel your mom supposedly vanished from." He told me as I looked around trying to see if anyone was around. "Not here." I told him taking his hand dragging him away from the open area and towards the more secluded pathways.

"What crazed man?" I asked him.

"Some guy who used to own the hotel, before my mom bought it." He explained.

"Keith Summers." I told him, "He lived there when I was a kid too… his mother had passed away and he inherited it."

"Really?" He asked, as I nodded at him, "Yea, Shelby had just left the academy and was a new recruit in the force. My father had just made sheriff, and my mother was thinking of opening up her own diner."

Dylan seemed to see someone behind me, "What is it?" I asked him.

"I think someone is following us." He told me as I went to look behind me, "Don't they are defiantly trying to eaves drop." He told me.

"Like are they walking towards us?" I asked him feeling the panic fill my body quickly. "They are," He said his eyes averting to me.

"Should we run? I mean it's not like its obvious what we're talking about." I told him.

"I don't know they've been following us since the café…" He insisted as I started to bite my lip. "What do we do? I've never had to run away or hide from someone before." I told him.

"Just play along." He told me as I could feel my fingers tapping against my leg nervously, why would someone be following us? Why would they want to know what we were talking about? Was my dad in some sort of trouble?

"Oh…ok" I stammered out of fear that we were both in trouble.

I soon felt Dylan pull me closer to him with one arm as he slowly slid his hand up my back till he reached the back settling on the back of my neck. Pulling my face closer to me as I felt the warmth of his breath against my lips before he closed the distance between our lips.

Licking my bottom lip ever so gently before pressing his against my own, his free hand pushing the few loose strands of hair behind my ear. Than settling his hand against my cheek deepening the kiss, I wasn't expecting this I at most expected him to hug me, but barely knowing me and kissing me.

I let my hands climb to his chest moving up his shirt resting on his pecks as I felt myself give into him. The warmth and softness of his lips against mine as I could feel them moving with mine in sync. However almost as soon as I had felt it, he had pulled away from me. "I—I—um—" I had began to stammer to him.

"False alarm was just a person riding a bike." He smiled at me.

I looked at him in disbelief at his disregard for what just happened, "Guess so, I um. I have to go Dylan." I quickly said as I turned around and began to walk away. I was so stupid thinking anything Jodi had said to me about 'going for it' would make any difference.

"Wait!" I heard Dylan call to me as he ran up beside me, "Are you mad at me?" He asked me.

Turning to face it I wasn't exactly sure how to even explain why I was upset and in a hurry to get on with the day. "No, I'm not just I have to go." I told him as he took my arm to stop me from walking away from him again.

"I wasn't trying to upset you, I swear. I just wasn't really sure how else to kiss you." He chuckled taking his hands off me so he could use one of them to scratch the back of his neck. "I just couldn't find a good enough excuse to." He told me softly looking to his feet.

I was stumped for words as to why he would even want to kiss me, he'd met me the night before, he barely knew me and yet he was ready to help me figure out my mom's death. Wanted to spend time with me, made an effort to impress me. "You wanted to kiss me?" I asked him skeptically.

"Of course I did, your gorgeous, kind, funny… I haven't met many girls let alone people like you in a long time." He told me as I could feel the heat rise up in my cheeks.

"Thank you…" I told him awkwardly.

He started to laugh, "Hey, if you really do need to go… come by the motel tomorrow night… have dinner with me…" He offered.

"Ok." I said quickly, "Wow, that was a lot easier than I thought it was going to be." He told me as I smiled. "I could be difficult if you'd like." I told him.

"No, please don't." He joked. "Meet me there around five?" He asked me as I nodded, "Sure." I told him before finally walking away from him to head towards the warehouse to make sure Gil was doing his job.

Dylan's Point of View

After I had picked up the things Norma had made me gather up I had stopped in at the towns local strip club looking for work I had noticed a man sitting there in tears, which was an odd place to be when crying. I mean I know I felt weird being here after being around Olivia today, Olivia she made me feel like I didn't need to be so angry all the time. It was refreshing to say the least.

I had been sitting at the bar having a beer when I finally made my way over to where the man was sitting, sitting down across from him looking over at him trying to formulate the right words to say. "What the hell are you looking at?" He spat at me angrily.

I looked away from him even more unsure of what to say now at this point, and I was in no way ready to make any enemies after making such a move with Liv, last thing I wanted was for her to think I was a total idiot.

"I'm sorry, Man." He said again, "My boss got in a bad accident today." He told me which caused me to think of Olivia. Her friend's father had been in a bad accident. I felt bad for the guy; he must have been pretty close to the guy. "He got burned real bad." He added.

"He's in a coma." He started to sigh as I averted my eyes away from the girls on the stage to him, "Probably not gonna make it."

I took a deep breath; "I just moved here, but… that's not right, man." I told him. "My girl had told me this morning a similar thing… I'm sorry man." I told him.

"No, it's not… wait your girl?" He asked me, "Olivia." I said taking the last sip from my drink.

"Only Olivia I know is Romero's little girl." He said with a chuckle, "She's a good girl. He was a good man." He told me as he whipped the tears from his cheek.

A waitress came by with another beer for me, and drinks for him even though I hadn't even asked for another drink. I watched as he pulled out a wad of bills from his pocket, "I got it." He told me with a grin. "Thanks." I said out of surprise.

"Woah, in a town like this…where the hell do you get that kind of money?" I asked him.

He looked over at me; "Surprised you didn't ask your girl." He smirked at me causing me to wonder what he had meant about it. "Meet me here tomorrow and I'll tell you." He said tossing me a card.

After I had finished a few more beers with Ethan I finally got home bringing in all the things she had sent me out to get in the morning after I had met with Olivia. Once in the door I saw Norma sitting there on the stairs staring at me. Once I was in the house, "Evening, Norma." I spat out.

"Listen, dumbass." She spat at me, making me want Liv here. The way she talked to me, made me want to do and be better. Whereas Norma just made me fill myself with rage and hate.

"This is not gonna stand. It's not." She had begun to lecture me as I moved down the hallway to drop the sheets on the floor. "You're not gonna be coming home in the middle of the night like this." She continued to yell at me as I stood there staring at her.

Part of me was starting to wish I had never told Liv that I had a place to stay; maybe she would have just let me live with her. She was such a find, I felt like such a high school boy even with thinking about her. Which needless to say made me feel rather pathetic. "Okay? I am trying to build a life here for Norman and me. You are not going to be screwing this up."

"Fuck, I got it. I wouldn't dream of it Norma. Contrary to any what you always think of me I have found a reason to stay out of your way." I told her as she stopped yelling at me to stand they're looking at me.

"If you remember I did grow up with you at some point, it was always what you were trying to do for you and Norman. I'm going to be making a life for myself too so don't worry about me screwing up yours." I told her as she shook her head at me.

"Norman is a good boy, a good son. Dylan, would you please put that on a plate?" She asked me as I had taken out some left overs from the fridge, I just hoped tomorrow Norma wouldn't put up a huge fuss when I brought Liv here.

Realizing this entire rant was just bringing up memories of Norma, "Well, golly, forgive me if I'm still annoyed with you after you drove my dad away, Norma." I told her harshly.

"You know by skanking around with Norman's father." Fighting with Norma like this just made me feel horrible. Here I am fighting with my mom when I was telling Liv earlier this morning that I would help her find out who killed her mom.

"I wasn't skanking around. It wasn't my fault. I was 17 years old when I met your father, I had no idea what I was doing." She started to say. "No kidding." I interrupted her.

"I met Sam, and I fell in love." She added, "Oh, yea?" I said sarcastically.

"Yea, love something you might let into that blackheart of yours some day." She jabbed at me.

Ignoring her comment I continued to antagonize her, "How'd that work out for you?"

"I hate you." She said to me her voice breaking ever so slightly, "Can't say the feeling isn't mutual." I told her.

"You have never had an ounce of kindness for me." She said, "It's like there isn't any piece of kindness in you."

"Well, I'm sorry it was a little bit hard to get in on the tea party with you and Norbit." I told her, "And I can to be nice."

"What are you talking about?" She shouted, "What tea party?"

"He likes me. He just liked me, so we are close. That is the normal arrangement between mothers and sons, not this crap." She argued with me. "Maybe one day you'll find someone who likes being around you too."

"I have." I told her vaguely mentioning Liv, however the comment only made her laugh. Shaking my head I leaned in a bit looking closely at the woman. "How'd you get all this money, Norma?" I asked her.

"How did you buy a motel and a new car? We haven't had a dime in our life; I've been worried about money since I was conscious. So what's up with that, huh?" I yelled at her.

"Sam's insurance policy." She said as she wrapped herself in the sweater she wore. "He sold insurance, and he was well covered."

"Yea, I guess so." I told her, as she continued to stare at me. "Good night, Norma." I said to her harshly.

"Stop calling me Norma. I am your mother." She called to me as I turned to look at her chuckling, "Right." I said.

"What took you all day today?" She asked me.

"I met someone; I was spending time with her. In fact with all the problems you seem to be having here, having her around seems like it would benefit you so I invited her for dinner tomorrow." I told her turning around again.

"Who a drug dealer?" She spat at me.

"No. Shit Norma, think so low of me? No, she's the Sheriffs daughter." I yelled at her before turning around and walking off to my room feeling the heat rise off my body as I stripped down climbing under the blankets.

I would take her talking to me like that, but she had no right speaking so horribly about Liv like that. Liv and her would get along something that oddly enough intrigued me about her. I wanted to get closer to her, and a girl like that was someone who deserved the best. Maybe this was what Norma was talking about, when she said had just fallen in love with Sam.

I had barely known Liv but every moment I had been around her all I wanted to do was hold her close and kiss her. I had barely known her yet knew enough about her that made me want to be close to her all the time. However it did worry me that Ethan had mentioned she knew how to get money like that. I looked over at my phone realizing I had missed a text from her, a text she had sent while I was at the strip club with Ethan.

A thought that really only made me fill with guilt; I wanted to be around this girl, and all those feelings that I seemed to fill with when around her and yet I would still go to a place filled with half naked girls. Maybe Norma was right and I didn't have an ounce of kindness in me.

'Hey, I'm looking forward to lunch or dinner tomorrow :). Sorry if I made today awkward by walking away from you, anyway I'm really excited for tomorrow… text me tomorrow sometime.'

I smiled wanting to respond but not wanting to seem like I had ignored her text that whole time, and not wanting to explain where I was. We weren't dating but it still felt wrong, maybe tomorrow I could talk to her about how she knew Ethan or something.