My Blue Haired Rebel - |Life is Strange Fanfiction|

Making up.

It had been a week. A fucking week! Nothing from Chloe, no texts or phone calls. I rarely even saw her lately. She hung out with me just enough to avoid suspicion, but I knew something was wrong. Something was off. I just could never seem to bring it up with her. I sighed as I pulled out my phone and went to text her. There could be seen all my old messages, none had been replied to. I read over them with a sigh.

Max: I really need to talk to you.

Max: Chloe, what's wrong?

Max: Seriously... Call me now.

Chloe was breaking my heart. But even so, I tried to send her one more text.

Max: Can I see you soon?

I knew she'd get it, but somehow I knew she wasn't going to reply.

Chloe lifted her phone up and read the text before ignoring it. She'd been sitting in this fucking room so much lately, feeling something that could only be described as depression. She better not have been turning emo, or something. It wasn't long before she got another text. Of course, that hipster was persistent.

Coming over now. It read. She looked over it twice and sighed. Well, no way Chloe was going to stick around then. Maybe it was time to finally pay Warren a little visit. With that, Chloe stuffed her phone in her pocket and walked downstairs, out the front door. Not even bothering to tell Joyce she was leaving. She started up her truck and drove away from the house in silence.

I hopped on the bus and sighed as I tried to relax a bit in the seat. I was anxious. How could I possibly sit still? But I needed to talk to her about this now. Knowing Chloe, it was possible she'd already broken up with me, at least in her mind. I had to fix this. Part of me was a little angry with Warren. It wasn't long before I found myself standing in front of Chloe's house. And I could see her truck was gone, which made me frown. But I knocked anyway. Maybe Joyce was still home? The door opened and I saw Chloe's mother there smiling at me.

"Well hey there, Max."

"Hi, Joyce!" I managed the best smile I could. "Do you know where Chloe's at?"

Joyce looked at me and shook her head. "No, I'm sorry, I don't."

"Oh..." My face fell a bit into a frown. "Well thanks anyway, I'll see you around."

Well, that wasn't helpful at all. I felt stupid for even sending that final text. Chloe must have taken one look at it and drove off to who knows where. Just to avoid me. Way to go, Max.. I sighed. There was nothing left to do other than head back to Blackwell, then. Things couldn't go on this way, I wasn't sure I could survive it. And I wasn't sure our relationship would. I couldn't lose her again.

The scene of Blackwell was much the same as it had been when I'd left. I glanced around at the people and walked off of the bus slowly. But then I could see someone running from the boys dorm, causing a scene. "Warren..?" I frowned as I recognized him. What the fuck? He looked scared, and who was he running from? That question was answered quickly: Chloe, my girlfriend. "Oh shit."

I ran over quickly to see Chloe grabbing the collar of Warren's shirt and lifting him up, pinning his back to the side of a building. "You kissed my girlfriend, you little asshole! What have you got to say for yourself?" So she had seen that...

"Chloe, stop it!" I tried to tug at her arms and pull her away from him.

"Stay out of this, Max." She growled.

"Please... Just stop and look at me." I frowned.

Chloe turned toward me and I glanced at Warren before I leaned forward and kissed her. It didn't matter to me who was around to see. I just wanted her to calm down. Feeling her kiss me back, her grip on Warren loosened a little.

I pulled away slowly. "Now let him go." She gave a glare in Warren's direction and shook her head.

"Fuck... Fine!" When she let go of him, Warren ended up on the ground. I looked at him and he smiled weakly at me in response for getting her to put him down.

"Thanks Max." I just nodded at him as he spoke, watching Chloe.

Even if she didn't want to admit to me that she was hurting, the pain was clear in her eyes. She looked so tortured, so tired. And I wanted so badly to make all her pain go away. Without a second thought, I wrapped my arms tightly around her. And she gave me a sad little look before returning to her usual expression. Her body practically went limp as I held her, and she melted into my arms. Like she had no strength left for anything anymore.

"Can we forget that you saw me and Warren kissing and just move on now? You know I only want to be with you, right?"

Chloe nodded slowly. "I know. Just got hella mad.. You know how I can be. But I'd like to forget this whole thing ever happened." She kissed me quickly on the lips and I felt her hand closing around my wrist. When she pulled away from the kiss, Chloe started to drag me off without letting me have a moment to make sure Warren was alright.

"Where are we going?"

"My house, we're gonna go to my room."

I blushed. "And do what?"

"You'll see."

She flashed me a grin that I knew too well and I shook my head. It wasn't hard to tell where her mind was at right now. It would be just like her to have such a thought right now. And Chloe didn't take long in getting us back to her house, pretty much dragging me all the way upstairs. With that, she pushed me back onto the bed gently and I giggled, blushing as I looked up at her.

"Hmm.. Now what ever could you be thinking right now?"

Chloe chuckled. "Just get undressed."

"You're always so bossy!" I laughed.

"Well.. I could do it for you?" Chloe crawled into the bed beside me and pulled my shirt over my head. Every little touch from her made me nervous, and excited. She always had a way of making me feel that lingering sexual tension between us. I bit my lip softly. "Did you know I've thought about this a lot, Max?" She asked suddenly.

"No.. I didn't think you liked me that much."

"I always have, you nerd." She kissed me hard on the lips as the rest of our clothes came off. "And I've always dreamed of seeing you in my bed, minus the clothes," Chloe whispered suddenly in my ear.

My breath came out in ragged little gasps as I looked at her. She was pulling the covers over us now, as she leaned toward me to kiss my neck, our bodies pressed against each other as Chloe pulled me closer.

It was good to be with her again.