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The boy smiled shyly at her words. He stared at her, her shoes were amazing, but he really expected she would look at him. “Why? Do you like to go trick ‘r treating or…?”
Her golden brown eyes flicked up to meet his dark, intense stare, and she bit her lower lip bashfully....
Norman nodded. "Right. I've heard about it. But I always thought those were just legends ,you know? I mean...All the ghostly thing." He shrugged. "What do you do when you get out of this place?Do you have somewhere specific to go?Or you just settle with being able to walk around?"
"Well…"Norman shrugged with a shy smile. "You don’t like me. And you think I don’t like you-Which is not true. You had no reason to not shoot me.If you wanted to scare me, I have to admit that you did. Are you happy now?”He raised an eyebrow with a serious expression, but a...
The boy smiled shyly at her words. He stared at her, her shoes were amazing, but he really expected she would look at him. "Why? Do you like to go trick 'r treating or...?"
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"What a lovely morning." Norman muttered to himself with a smile as he opened the door of the Motel's office. He sat outside next to the "Open" sign and enjoyed his view. But he didn't noticed the person standing a few steps away from him. He stood up and his smile widened more. "Can I help you?"
+3 entered the motel
"Good morning. What can I help you with?"
"Nothing, really. I’m just looking around. Did someone actually die here?"
"No, no one did. Why are you asking?"
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"A little off? Me?" The boy asked nervously;he couldn’t lie to his mother,he knew that. "No. I’m okay. Why wouldn’t I be?" He laughed, trying to dissimulate his fear that she might discover that he skipped a class. Now, some distraction to make her drop the subject. Even...
"Nothing important." Norman said, placing his sweaty hands inside his pockets. "The same as always, you know. The normal things that happen in a normal school."Shit, he was getting so nervous now. He avoided eye contact with his mother, she always discovered him when she looked at his eyes. "Spaghetti is more than okay,Mother." Back to the innocent little game. It always worked for him.
Norman ran downstairs, obviously ashamed for taking too much time in his room. He didn’t do it intentionally, he just wasn’t able to find his bag. He was about to call his mother when he found it under his bed. And everything went normal again.
"Sorry I took so long." He shrugged.
“It’s aright.” Maureen managed to say, nodding her head to Norman. She wasn’t upset that he took so long, nor did she care that he did. It was normal - and she thought he was normal. If only she knew …
She looked to him with a shy smile, before now stepping onto the porch; “How long can you stay out?”
"The last time I checked I didn’t had a schedule."He laughed, kind of nervous. "I can be outside as much time as I want. But I don’t think we’re going to take much time, are we?"Norma wasn’t going to get upset, he’d tell her that he was studying, and he wouldn’t be lying this time.
Maureen just smiled and gave an awkward chuckle toward Norman’s reply. “No. We’re not going to be out until 3am - unless you’d like to be out that late with me?” she teased in a odd manner. Her father wouldn’t allow her to be out that long. Ever.
She began to walk down the long set of stairs the lead away from the Bates house, she glanced a few times at Norman, before feeling giddy.
"If I had my mother's permission,I'd love to."He replied. Lately, he had lost some of the confidence that Norma had on him, and he knew that she wouldn't let him be out after one am. And less with a girl.
He closed the door behind them and walked next to her, hoping his mother wouldn't get home in that same second. They would have a big problem if she does . Specially her.
"That’s not a good place to leave a gun. Is it?"He raised an eyebrow. "I have a question that I formulated when you placed the gun on my chest. Was it loaded? And were you going to shoot me?"They were sort of stupid questions, but he was really curious.
“I wasn’t gonna shoot...
"Well..."Norman shrugged with a shy smile. "You don't like me. And you think I don't like you-Which is not true. You had no reason to not shoot me.If you wanted to scare me, I have to admit that you did. Are you happy now?"He raised an eyebrow with a serious expresion, but a small smile played on his lips.
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"Good morning. What can I help you with?"
He scratched the back of his neck; he knew he had said something that he shouldn’t have. He knew that her relationship with her parents wasn’t the best one, and he did nothing more than reminding it to her. “Sorry.” He muttered; he knew he had to change the subject. Anything...
"That's not a good place to leave a gun. Is it?"He raised an eyebrow. "I have a question that I formulated when you placed the gun on my chest. Was it loaded? And were you going to shoot me?"They were sort of stupid questions, but he was really curious.
"What?No." The boy looked at her as if she had said the craziest thing ever. He knew that Norma loved him. She would never do such a thing. "By stupid thing I mean…To herself. She cares about me. But not about her. I care about her,Violet. I can’t make her think that I don’t....
He scratched the back of his neck; he knew he had said something that he shouldn't have. He knew that her relationship with her parents wasn't the best one, and he did nothing more than reminding it to her. "Sorry." He muttered; he knew he had to change the subject. Anything would work. "So...Where did you got that gun?"Norman asked, staring at her.
"It’s not that easy,you know? Don’t you think that I would’ve done it before if I could? Norma has some…problems. I’m not sure if she’s sane anymore. And I know that if I tell her to get off my back she’ll think that I don’t love her or anything, and she’ll probably do...
"What?No." The boy looked at her as if she had said the craziest thing ever. He knew that Norma loved him. She would never do such a thing. "By stupid thing I mean...To herself. She cares about me. But not about herself. I care about her,Violet. I can't make her think that I don't. You don't know her. You don't understand."
Norman ran downstairs, obviously ashamed for taking too much time in his room. He didn’t do it intentionally, he just wasn’t able to find his bag. He was about to call his mother when he found it under his bed. And everything went normal again.
"Sorry I took so long." He shrugged.
“It’s aright.” Maureen managed to say, nodding her head to Norman. She wasn’t upset that he took so long, nor did she care that he did. It was normal - and she thought he was normal. If only she knew …
She looked to him with a shy smile, before now stepping onto the porch; “How long can you stay out?”
"The last time I checked I didn't had a schedule."He laughed, kind of nervous. "I can be outside as much time as I want. But I don't think we're going to take much time, are we?"Norma wasn't going to get upset, he'd tell her that he was studying, and he wouldn't be lying this time.
" I thought we had the same age too, but looks like we don’t." He laughed awkwardly. "I knew you’re foreign for your accent, but I didn’t knew you were from London. It’s a nice place, isn’t it? And I don’t think you talk funny. I like your accent; it’s weird and interesting....
"Oh, you're welcome." The boy smiled. "Would you mind telling me more about the place? I don't want you to think that I'm interrogating you, it's just that I've never gone that far. And probably never will."
"I’m sure you’ve been busy with the motel and lost the notion of time." He said with a nervous smile; he was not going to tell her that he failed his last class to go home and see her. "I’m fine. School was fine, completely normal."He tried not to accelerate the words. He...
"A little off? Me?" The boy asked nervously;he couldn't lie to his mother,he knew that. "No. I'm okay. Why wouldn't I be?" He laughed, trying to dissimulate his fear that she might discover that he skipped a class. Now, some distraction to make her drop the subject. Even though she might not. He knew his mother better than anyone else and he knew that when she wants to know something she doesn't stop until she knows it."You can make anything you want for dinner,Mother. You know that I love everything you make."