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[slr]

hit me up for continuations or new stuff!

prompt ideas: insomnia meme | rain meme

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[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.

[slr]

[ That gets a twitch from the corner of his lips, his smile thin. Sounds about right. He doesn't say anything about but he does fasten his seatbelt. ]

I... was thinking about the junkyard.

[ cause he knows Steve is gonna ask where to. ]

[bestfeature]

[ Oh boy. He hadn't been back there since fending off several demodogs, which means he hadn't seen it since the adrenaline from that night was coursing through him. Did Jonathan know they'd been there?

. . . well, if he didn't, he wasn't going to say anything. Besides, it's a junkyard; surely the remnants of the scuffle, barricaded bus and all, were obstructed by other junk. That's how it worked, right? ]

Junkyard? Yeah, okay. Sure.

[ He pulls out, starting off as he flips the radio on. ]

[slr]

Thanks.

[ He doesn't know Steve was there. Probably for the best. in that case, he'd steer clear tonight. But he's also happy that Steve doesn't question why, because he doesn't really want or have the energy to go into how the setting sun playing against the shapes of the abandoned cars and junk makes shadows that he's never seen anywhere else in Hawkins.

But he does give the radio a dubious look, glancing at Steve before looking at the road in front of them. Please play something good. ]

[bestfeature]

[ It's just whatever's on their area's most popular FM channel. Steve doesn't seem to be paying it much mind, though he does notice Jonathan's look. ]

What?

[slr]

Oh, ah, nothing.

[ Jonathan's just "that guy" when it comes to music. It's playing Kenny Loggins or some Duran Duran, or whatever, and that's totally not his style. But this isn't his car, either, so he won't bitch about it (out loud). ]

[bestfeature]

[ Steve seems indifferent about it at best, to the point where he doesn't even notice it. After a moment, he shrugs, looking back at the road. ]

Feel free to move the seat or something.

[ The kids liked to clambor all over his seats which, yeah, was a pain in the ass but in hindsight, not as bad as some of the shit Tommy H and Carol used to do. That didn't stop him from yelling at Dustin to stop fiddling with it.

Shockingly (or not), Steve Harrington is actually a decent driver, only occasionally letting out muttered curses at other drivers as they head off to the junkyard. ]

[slr]

Sure.

[ That said, he doesn't bother to move the seat, just settling back in it as he looks out in front of them, eyes squinting into the sun. He's actually kind of surprised at the speed Steve's going - not too fast. Probably blame that on the kids too, huh, Steve? But it's not a bad thing.

Fortunately the junkyard isn't too far away, so they won't be sitting in awkward silence too long... ]

[bestfeature]

[ The junkyard is the same as always — which is fine, really. It's not like they'd made a huge mess there back when the demodogs were a problem. Sure, there are telltale signs here and there of their presence — claw marks raking down junked car doors, the imprint on a hood when he'd slid across it or when monsters came slamming down, chasing after the four of them. And then, of course, there's the old bus and what's left of its fortifications.

It's one small part of the junkyard, at least. So when they arrive and Steve catches sight of the familiar scenery, he only flinches briefly before rolling his shoulder, looking off down another part of the area. ]

You looking for anything here?

[slr]

Nothing in particular.

[ He's out of the car as soon as he can, slinging his bag over his shoulder and putting the camera strap around his neck. How do you explain that it's more about the abstract? So he doesn't, his eyes roaming around the scenery. He sees the scratches on the car, the dents on the bus, and he frowns. He doesn't catch Steve's flinch, fortunately or unfortunately.

But what he does do is take a shot of the bus, as the sun's slowly setting rays shine through the window, the shadow making a strange shape that he kind of likes. ]

In rougher shape than it was the last time I was here.

[bestfeature]

[ Steve crosses his arms, eying the area as well. Seeing it in broad daylight was . . . well. It could have been worse. ]

So? It's a junkyard.

[slr]

Just an observation.

[ He glances over at Steve as he replies, and he decides to take a shot of the scratches on that car nearby, after taking another shot or two of the bus. His camera shutter clicks a couple of times on his walk toward the vehicle, closer to Steve. Jonathan gets closer to the hood of the car than he needs to be to take a picture, his fingers touching the gashes and the dog-sized dent on the hood - and the next picture he takes feels more like someone taking a crime scene photo than trying to capture art. ]

[bestfeature]

Junkyards get messed up. It's, like, their purpose or something.

[ He's talking out of his ass, he knows, but it's what he does when he's nervous. Not that he's nervous, just like this hasn't been awkward or anything. Steve turns and gives the junker a light kick before walking past it, as if to demonstrate how junkyards "get messed up." ]