Lost in Arcadia Chloe Price x Reader (Life is strange)

Part 8 Was it me? (Redux)

(Finished this too late in the night but here you go)

With Chloe busy with Max, I found myself with a lot of time to myself. Gifted? Cursed? Either way, it made me feel restless not doing something . I attempted to get ahead on the mountain of homework that had piled up, but my mind kept wandering to Chloe. Then, nothing. I kind of just blanked out for a minute. "I wonder if Frank's at the beach," I thought to myself. Not having a vehicle of my own, I ruled out simply heading over to see, and I sure as shit didn't have his number. So, I decided to shoot Chloe a text. It had been a minute too long without  Medicating.

Y/N: Hey Chloe, you busy?

Chloe: Hey Y/N, hanging with Max. What's up?

Y/N: Trying to get ahead on homework but failing miserably.

Chloe: Ugh, homework sucks. You need a break?

Y/N: Definitely. Was wondering if Frank is at the beach today. Need to score but don't have a ride or his number.

Chloe: Frank at the beach? Maybe. You want his number?

Y/N: Yeah, that would help a lot.

Chloe: He's kinda weird about who gets his number. How about I text him for you?

Y/N: That works. Thanks, Chloe.

Chloe: No problem. Gimme a sec.

(A few minutes later)

Chloe: Alright, Frank's cool with it. He is in fact  at the beach. Want me to give you a ride?

Y/N: That would be awesome if you're not too busy with Max.

Chloe: Nah, we're just chilling. I'll swing by in a bit. Be ready!

Y/N: Thanks, Chloe. You're the best.

Chloe: Anytime, Y/N. See you soon!

I quickly got dressed, grabbing my wallet and making sure there was a little extra cash for Frank. There was no way Chloe had that much money to get all that weed, so it was only natural for me to assume she 'borrowed' it. 

The cold autumn air forced me to zip up my coat and dig my hands into my pockets. I speed-walked to the parking lot, rushing into the passenger seat of Chloe's truck. I started smashing my finger onto the heat settings, but I didn't feel anything coming from the vents. That's when I realized the beast was on life support a fact Chloe was quick to remind me of. She put her arm around me, teased me about my impatience, and we took off towards the beach.

On the way to the beach, I found some time to write lyrics for a personal project for Chloe. It was one of the million reasons I was falling behind on everything else. I scoured the glovebox for a pencil or pen, determined to write while the fire was in me. I found a heavily chewed pencil and began jotting down the first few lines:

"If you take a step towards me You will take my breath away So I'll keep you close and keep my secret safe No one else has ever loved me No one else has ever tried I never understood how much I could take Then I saw the worst was over When I laid my eyes on you—"

The pencil snapped, and I blurted out, "Fuck!" sounding angrier than I actually was.

"Dude, chill, it's just a pencil," Chloe replied, annoyed at the disturbance.

Realizing how I sounded, I apologized and hid the sheet of paper.

"What is that, anyways?" Chloe asked, patting my pocket. I flicked her hand away, and she raised an eyebrow, clearly intrigued but also slightly annoyed.