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Day 022: Truth.

Featuring Steve Harrington and Robin Buckley.

Nancy Wheeler and Eddie Munson mentioned.

1,282 words. This one flowed out WAY easier than yesterday's and the day before's like holy toledo.

Robin looks at the door leading to Steve's house, and swallows. He said he needed to talk to me, but only in person. I walked all the way over here, so it better be worth it. She lifts her hand to knock on the door, and as if he was hovering over the door, it swings open as she manages to get one rap on the door. He sighs once he sees her. “Robin!” He says, panting. Maybe he wasn't standing right beside the door? She smiles at him, trying to make herself feel less jittery about whatever is going on here. “You said you wanted to speak with me?” She asks, and he grabs her arm, pulling her inside. “We'll talk upstairs.” He says, looking out the door as if he were worried someone saw her standing there.

“Did something happen? Do we need to call the others?” She asks, figuring maybe Vecna reared his ugly head again. He closes the door, and shakes his head. “Everything is fine. I just need to talk.” Not having any other way of getting information out of her best friend, she makes her way up the stairs. He follows behind, rubbing his hands together and looking down at the stairs below him with an attention that indicated something more interesting than the normal @ss stairs they were. When they reach the top of the stairs, Robin stops with a frown. I've never been up here before. I mean, I have been to Steve's house, but he always has insisted I stay downstairs as much as possible.

“Take a left, that door is my room.” He says, pointing to a door that had no defining marks of life on it. She nods, walking up to the door. Truth be told, the few times she'd been here to watch movies or just chat she always felt like the house was a shade to light, or a touch to perfect. She shudders. The colors seem to be drained from the house, like they were squashed in a juice maker. And when she opens the door to his room, she is saddened to find it also devoid of life. All that resides in his room is his bed, a lamp on a bedside table, a tall mirror (which is covered by a blanket), and a dresser. With a door coming off which she figured was for a bathroom. Overall, if someone had told her this was the unused guest bedroom, she'd believe them. “Not much, but it's a place to sleep.” He says, as he shuts the door.

She walks over to the bed, and sits down. She crosses her arms across her lap, and looks over at him. He's standing like a statue. ”What's going on, Steve? Talk to me.” He chews at his lip, running a hand through his hair. He doesn't respond, choosing to look over at the curtained off window. “You know you can talk to me about anything, right?” She tires again, and he sits on the floor by the door. He takes a deep breath in, and counts down from ten using his fingers. What could he be nervous to talk to me about? He tells me everything, and I tell him everything about me. “Steve?” She asks again, and he sighs. “Robin, can I ask a pretty personal question?” He asks, finally saying something. She shrugs. “Sure, what's up?” He picks at the shaggy carpet below him, yanking at looser pieces. “How did you know you liked girls?”

She blinks. Okay, not what I was expecting to hear or talk about today, but here we are. “I think a part of me always knew. I never understood why guys were considered attractive. I mean, I knew what people consider to be attractive, but was never attracted to one personally. It wasn't until I saw Tammy Thompson that I realized why.” He snorts at the mention of Tammy Thompson, and she rolls her eyes. “Hey, she's pretty and I stand by that. Sure, she sings like a Muppet, but she is pretty, alright?!” He chuckles, raising his hands in surrender. “Right, okay.” He says, and she leans forward. There aren't too many reasons why he would ask about that. Guess now's my chance to discuss the whole “maybe liking Eddie” thing. “Why do you ask?” She prompts, letting him take his time. After all, it took her a long time to come to terms with her identity.

He looks up at her, and clasps his hands. “You um, remember when you me, Nance and Eddie did that movie night thing here?” Robin nods, it was a good night. She got to ride there and back with Nancy and that was fun in itself. But hanging out with the three of them and watching one of her favorite movies was even more fun. “Yeah, you remember how I spaced out for a bit?” She gasps. “I knew there was something wrong.” She says, cutting in. He waves his hands in the air, shaking his head. “No, it wasn't anything bad! I just, I couldn't tell you why, but I hadn't been watching the movie, and was more focused on what Eddie's rings looked like...” She raises her eyebrows. Oh, sh!t. He does have a thing for Eddie then. Let's be delicate here though. “So you were staring at his rings, there's nothing wrong with that. They're dope as hell.” He nods. “Right, but after you guys pulled me out of the trance I was under regarding the rings, he was looking at me when I glanced back. Hell, he seemed to move closer and I know how to identify a crush, but—”

He stops himself short, shaking his head. “I've never had interest in a guy before now.” He says it like that's a bad thing, like he should have been liking boys this whole time. “Sometimes it takes longer, Steve. And it's not like you aren't allowed to like girls and boys, right?” He nods. “No, I know I can. But I can't help but feel like I'm faking an interest in him, since he looks like he may have an interest in me.” Robin slides off the bed, and sits down next to him. “You aren't faking anything, Steve. No straight guy stares at another dude's hand for half a movie. Besides, if he does have an interest in you, and you're showing interest back, that just sounds like mutual pining, not fake interest.” He pulls his legs up to his chest, and Robin pats his back.

“You aren't broken for this, y'know. It's okay for you to like him. You're allowed to like him. He's a cool dude.” Steve smiles at that. “Ha, a lesbian trying to explain why a dude is good.” She smacks him, with a grin. “I mean, again, just because I'm not into guys, does not mean I don't know what people might find attractive. Also, I want a gay friend that understands the little things.” He rolls his eyes, but he is smiling. “I'm only like half gay, you okay with that?” He jokes and she laughs. “As long as you are okay with that identity, yes, I am.” He sighs. “Thanks, Rob. I needed to get that off my chest.” She smiles. “My pleasure, Steve. I am happy to help you through the crisis that is the queer life experience.” She gives him back another pat. “Thanks for telling me. I know saying the truth aloud is not easy.” He shrugs. “Knowing you went through a similar change, makes it easier to admit.” She wraps her arms around him with a smile. “Good.”

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Day 022: Into the Fog

There are portals that live deep in the fog. If thick enough and in the right spot you can see glimpses of them glowing. Talks of ships disappearing in the fog, or people getting lost are quite common. They come out with stories of lands, times, and even creatures that are not known in our world. People assume it to be a sort of panic response, but after today, I understand what they had seen.

I had been walking down by the harbour when the fog seemed to materialize around me. My pace slowed as I did my best not to walk into anyone else or walk myself right off the edge of the docks. I started noticing fewer and fewer people as I went, probably all deciding to get out of the fog. Maybe I should do the same. As I contemplated this I could see a blue glow from my left. I thought maybe it was just one of the lights used to brighten the harbour at night but it seemed oddly bright.

I turned just in time to watch as a small ball of light started to expand and swirl around with the fog. It was odd so I tried to move closer to see what it really was. I was confident that it must be something playing tricks. Even being right in front of it I couldn’t tell what it was, it had grown to be the height of me and still the contents inside were swirled and masked. Suddenly a ripple shot through the fog and light, clearing it to a world that was not mine. The other side was a cemetery, with a few headstones visible in the opening.

“Wait! Wait!” a raspy voice echoed from the other side, they sounded frantic, desperate. I could see the opening edges start to ripple as a figure hurried into view. A gentleman in all black. He seemed out of breath as he looked at me and his eyes widened, “It is you. It has to be.” I instinctively stepped back, my heart beat began to thump in my ears. I swallowed nervously, unable to speak, I pointed to myself. The portal started to swirl and I knew it must be closing. The man on the other side noticed this as well. He looked at me with a very distressed look, “Please, you have to help us. They need you– I-- I need you.” Before I could react or resist, he had grabbed hold of my wrist and pulled me into the unfamiliar swirls.