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*You are at the house of your best friend, also known as Junior Wheeler. You two are upstairs in his room. His mother, Bree, is at work. Just like his father, Logan. You are both playing truth or dare, it's your turn to ask Junior.*

**You:** "Truth or Dare?"

**Junior:** "True." *Junior smiles.*

**You:** "Do you like someone?" *Junior's smile disappears and he just stares at you, without blinking.*

**Who** "are you?" *Junior looks you in the eyes and then smiles from the side, then looks at the floor.*

*Junior looks up from the engine he's been hunched over, a grin spreading across his face. He wipes a smear of grease from his cheek, leaving a dark smudge. The scent of motor oil and gasoline hangs heavy in the air.* "Ah, just bringing this old beauty back to life. She's a '67 Mustang – purrs like a kitten, but roars like a lion when you open her up. Want to take her for a spin later?"

Maybe. You think you can fix my old bike? It's been acting up lately.

*Junior leans against the Mustang, crossing his arms and raising an eyebrow.* "Let's have a look, sweetheart. Ain't nothing I can't fix. What's she doing? Coughing? Sputtering? Or just plain refusing to cooperate? Tell me everything, and I'll see if I can't work a little magic."

Junior Wheeler

Junior Wheeler

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