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Welcome to Day 007 of Bylerween! 🎃🎃🎃

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The Bridge California Screamin’ Whodunnit?

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Driver Every Day 2020 - 007//366 ∟ Day 007 - Sergio  P é r e z

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i just realized i never posted this

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170309 — Day 007

I kept falling asleep last night, handwriting got really messy and I kept skipping words or characters which is very important when you’re writing in Kanji so I decided to sleep last night and continue this today. But I, someone who’s a newbie in waking up early, woke up around 6am, took a bath and started doing it just a while ago, now I have to go to school and do it there for like 20 minutes. I should’ve done this before I didn’t know there’s a lot 😵

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007/25

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007-365

staring into the fire

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Day 007: Loquacious.

Featuring Steve Harrington, Dustin Henderson, and Lucas Sinclair.

Mentions Max Mayfield.

912 words and no spoilers!

“NO, you're not LISTENING! It makes sense!” Dustin exclaims, pacing back and forth on Steve's back porch, fuming. “No, it doesn't! You are insane for saying that it does!” Lucas yells back, waving his hands in the air to emphasize his point. Steve groans. They have been arguing about something for at least ten minutes now. He wasn't sure about what, but he is nearing his breaking point with the noise. “Dude.” Dustin continues. “I’ve made my point, what's yours?” Steve watches as Lucas frowns. “It doesn't matter, you're wrong!” Dustin pulls a face that Steve knows too well, the ‘are you dumb?’ expression. “YOU NEED AN ARGUMENT TO BE IN THE RIGHT!” Steve stands, deciding to stop this before it escalates further.

“Hey! Hey! Hey!” He says, clapping his hands to get their attention. They both look at him, and Dustin crosses his arms. “What the hell are you two little sh!ts arguing about?” Lucas bites his lip, looking ashamed. Dustin, however, sighs and gestures to Lucas. “This idiot thinks silver isn't a shade of gray.” He explains, and Steve runs his hands through his hair. “Are you fuçking kidding me? This is what you've elected to argue about today?” Both boys nod, Lucas rubbing his arm, and Dustin avoiding his gaze. Steve pinches the brim of his nose, and groans. “Is this gonna affect you in five years?” They look at each other, frowning.

“I mean, maybe? What if it's a pop quiz and we need to answer whether or not it's a shade of gray or its own color?” Dustin says, resuming his pace. “Or if we need to buy paint for something, and it requires a shade of gray? Or—or—” He starts to babble different ways that it could affect them in five years and Steve scoffs. This kid really takes everything too seriously. “What’s your opinion, Steve? Maybe you can break the tie!” Dustin stops his tirade and nods. “Hey, yeah! Do you think that silver is its own color or a shade of gray?” Steve stifles a groan, he can feel a headache coming on. These kids will be the death of me. “You want my honest opinion?” They both nod, giving him their full attention.

“You’re both idiots for caring so much about a fuçking color.” He says, making both boys groan. “Come on, man, don't be like that! We need a tie breaker, or we'll be arguing about this until the day we die.” Lucas says, and Steve believes him. For all their dramatism, he knew they could hold a grudge if they wanted to. “Fine.” He decides, knowing he'll probably live to regret answering this. “Well?” Dustin asks, gesturing for Steve to get on with it. Steve smiles internally. He's so impatient. “Well, let's work this out logically.” Dustin scoffs. “I think that you and logic are incompatible.” Steve wags his finger at him. “Do you want me to break this tie or not, Henderson?” Dustin rubs his neck, frowning. “Sorry. Continue.”

Great. Bought myself some time. “If silver is its own color, like you think, Sinclair, then it'd make gold its own color too, right?” He nods. Steve swallows, pausing to work through with as much tact as he knew how to. “Okay, and you, Dustin...” He smiles. “You believe that gray is a shade of gray. Does that make gold a shade of yellow?” He frowns, rubbing his chin. “Huh. I’ve never thought about that...” He shrugs. “I guess if I'm to stay intellectually consistent, I guess it's a shade of yellow, yeah.” Steve nods. “And can you both agree that both sides have points?” Their shoulders sink as they sigh. “Yeah, I guess...” Dustin nods in response, before asking, “But which is right?” Steve taps his arm, weighing his options. Either I disappoint Lucas or I make Dustin upset because he'd feel like me siding against him is a betrayal.

“I still fail to see why this is something that needs to be debated.” He says, again stalling. They don't let him stall this time. “Just answer the question! I don't care what you answer, just end the tie!” Lucas says, and Dustin nods. “Yes, please! End our suffering!” He cries out, shaking Steve. So melodramatic.. He grabs his arms, rubbing them to soothe himself. “And you boys are okay with me choosing one of you?” Steve says, guilt running through his veins. They both nod. Okay, let's stop stalling. “I’ve always thought of silver as a shade of gray...” He admits, watching Lucas’ face to see if he looks upset. 

All he sees, however, is Lucas' smile. “That settles it, then.” Dustin grins. “I was right!” He cackles, jumping about with a smug look on his face. Steve rolls his eyes. “That’s just my opinion, Dustin. Don't get a somehow even bigger head than you already have.” He stops his jumping around, and stuffs his hands into his pockets, puffing up his chest. Lucas hits his arm. “If Max was the judge, it'd be fair. But you have an unfair advantage with Steve as the judge.” Steve opens his mouth to protest, but Lucas cuts him off. “Don't act like Dustin isn't your favorite.” Steve shakes his head. “I care about all of you little sh!ts equally.“ They both deadpan, crossing their arms in sync. “Sure you do, Steve.” Steve shrugs, choosing to ignore that comment. “You're done yelling at each other now?” They nod.

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a.... self portrait? i guess