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[slr]

hit me up for continuations or new stuff!

prompt ideas: insomnia meme | rain meme

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[bestfeature]

Uh, maybe I like talking with you. Duh.

[ It's a bit on the nose, but he's already tired of the awkward dance. ]

[slr]

I'm such a great conversationalist.

[ He takes a step past Steve, turning around so he can look at him as he takes a step backward down the hall. ]

But if you wanna talk that badly, can we do it outside? I have some stuff I need to do while its still light out.

[bestfeature]

You make it sound like I'm desperate or something.

[ Which, okay, a little over a year ago, he would have said as much. But that was then and this was now.

He raises an eyebrow but moves to follow along. ]

Stuff? Like what. What stuff.

[ what does jonathan even DO. it's a mystery. ]

[slr]

[ The look on Jonathan's face kind of speaks for itself - You're not?? But he doesn't touch that with a ten foot pole. He settles for shaking his head and flipping open his bag and pulling out his camera. ]

Remember this thing?

[bestfeature]

[ There's the briefest look of guilt on his face before he shrugs it off quickly, squinting over at it. There's no need; he knows exactly what it is. ]

Ohhhh, yeah. Yeah, I remember it.

[slr]

Do you know what it does?

[ And again he doesn't wait for an answer, sliding it back in his bag so he can actually get outside like he asked. Doesn't rush though, he's waiting for Steve to follow him to the door. ]

[bestfeature]

[ Steve rolls his eyes, following along. He reaches past Jonathan to pull the door open. ]

It's a camera. It takes pictures.

[slr]

That's the stuff. The stuff I do.

[ He takes the opportunity to get out first, trotting down the steps to the pavement. It's December, so it gets darker earlier, but after school there's still enough light peeking through the trees from the setting sun to get some really nice pictures. ]

Nothing special.

[bestfeature]

Okay . . . ?

[ It occurs to him that he's never really given much thought to Byers and his camera after, well, the incident. No news is good news, sure, but he didn't quite get it either. ]

So you just take pictures?

[slr]

Yeah.

[ He turns to look at Steve, fully expecting that kind of reaction. Because it's not exciting and definitely not what a typical teenager in Hawkins does in the evening and on the weekends. He shrugs. ]

They say more than I do.

[bestfeature]

[ He's more curious than anything. It's not what a typical teenager in Hawkins does in the evening, but what a "typical teenager" does isn't exactly what he's up for anymore. Steve glances between Jonathan and the camera for a moment, contemplating that. ]

That's not hard. [ But it's more teasing than anything else. ] What do you, uh, photograph?

[slr]

Anything. Places, things, people?

[ And it doesn't normally involve stalking. Just that one time. ]

Whatever... speaks to me?

[ Feels awkward telling Steve this stuff. Or maybe it's how he's talking about it, whatever. With his camera back in hand he thumbs the side of the casing, looking away from Steve and down to the lens. ]

[bestfeature]

So, what, is it like just around school or town or wherever?

[ He furrows his brows, glancing over at the camera. It's a dumb question, probably, but he figures Byers will blow him off if he doesn't want him around. ]

[slr]

A little of everything. Not really the school, but some of the houses, or downtown. The forest.

[ Though he now has more reservations about the forest when it gets full on dark. He also used to like the quarry, but it's too tied into when Will disappeared, now. ]

Looks different through here.

[ He taps on the viewfinder with his index finger as he raises the camera between them. ]

[bestfeature]

Do you want me to drive, then?

[ He pulls his keys out of his pocket, twirling them. ]

[slr]

What?

[ That's not what he expects to hear. He looks and sounds confused. Steve should have been moving on from this, and hell, Jonathan was expecting to have to say something about how this is weird shit and there's no way Steve wants to hear about it. And yet, here they are. Jonathan Byers holding his camera and Steve Harrington offering to drive him somewhere to take pictures. What the hell is going on. ]

[bestfeature]

You're not driving and taking pictures at the same time. That's totally dangerous and a road hazard, man.

[slr]

Who said I was going to drive and take pictures at the same time?

[ Jesus, Steve. But like, he's almost appreciative that he'd offer to drive him around while he took his shots. Weird. There's still a brief frown that crosses his face at it though, or that thought. ]

[bestfeature]

I mean. You said not really the school, so.

[ He shrugs! And starts walking towards his car.

Not that long ago, this wouldn't have been his idea of a fun day. But after all the upside-down shenanigans and then carting around a bunch of pre-teens who wouldn't shut up about "nerdy" stuff, he's open. Curious, really. ]

[slr]

[ He just stands there for another few seconds, trying to sort this through in his head. He's still a little "what the hell" about this, but whatever. Think of the benefits, Byers. Easier to look for that perfect shot instead of driving somewhere and hoping you get it?

He glances to his own car before sighing and following Steve, jogging for a second to catch up, or almost, still a few steps behind. ]

You don't have to do this.

[bestfeature]

[ He looks up from unlocking the car at that. ]

Yeah, Byers. I know.

[ He doesn't, sure. But it's better than going back to an empty house. ]

Are you coming or not?

[slr]

[ He sighs, hesitating before moving to the passenger's side, free hand reaching for the door handle. ]

Fine. Sure.

[ Just don't complain when he makes you stop often, Steve. ]

[bestfeature]

I mean, you know, you don't have to do this either.

[ He's not the brightest, sure, but he'd picked up on Jonathan's skepticism. And for all Steve's willingness to barrel through the awkwardness and press on, he'd be remiss to not give Jonathan an out of some kind.

He plays it cool, shrugging his shoulders as he puts his keys in the ignition. ]

[slr]

Yeah, well, I'm already here.

[ And he slides into the car without another word or a second thought. Well, scratch that. Maybe one second thought but he ignores it, settling his bag at his feet and his camera in his lap.

He hates how nice Steve's car is, by the way. Or maybe envies is a better word. ]

[bestfeature]

[ He shrugs again, starting the car. ]

Seatbelts.

[ — and then immediately winces. Damn, he really has been carting those little dickheads around too much in the last month. ]

— sorry, force of habit.