Life Is Confusing (A Male OC X Life Is Strange Harem)

Prologue 2: Blackwell Academy

Blue: Alright.....moment of paranoia....

I open it and read the letter.....I.....am going to Blackwell?

Ah damn! I was hoping I didn't!

Okay, jokes aside, I'm genuinely happy.

Blue: I can't believe they actually see something in me, because I definitely don't.

I text my Dad, Chloe and Joyce, as well as my grandparents. All of them were happy, but Chloe was suggesting that we celebrate by drinking alcohol and doing drugs.

Of course, she was joking, because I don't like those things, plus I'm still a kid. But why do I have the scary thought that she will end up doing those things in the next few years?

I hope she doesn't.....

Oh well, time to do whatever to celebrate and then get ready for....next month....oh ._.

Yeah, I don't think I'm ready....

Oh well, it is what it is.
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[3rd POV]

The dimming evening light filtered through the windows of Chloe Price’s bedroom, painting long shadows on the walls decorated with posters of punk bands and fading memories.

The music from the stereo was loud but not overwhelming, a playlist of old-school rock and alternative that had become a staple during their hangouts. Chloe lay sprawled on her bed, fiddling with the ends of her brown hair, lost in thought.

Across from her, Blue sat cross-legged on the floor, strumming an acoustic guitar absentmindedly, letting the notes hang in the air between them.

Chloe: So....you’re actually going to Blackwell, huh?

Blue glanced up from the guitar strings, his deep blue eyes reflecting the low glow of the setting sun. His dark blue hair, a contrast to his dull eyes, framed his face in a way that made him seem more childish than he already is.

He smiled, not a big grin but one of those small, almost mesmerising ones that Chloe had grown to appreciate in him. He was quieter than her, more reserved, but in a way that balanced her out.

He was also one of the few people who didn’t get sucked into the storm of chaos that often followed her around.

Blue: Yep, it’s official, I was waiting while in panic mode. Dad was...well, you know, Dad. Serious, but I know he is proud. It’s weird though, thinking I’ll be studying music there. I mean....Blackwell of all places...maybe I really did gain my Mother's Intelligence...I'm sure she was a smart woman!

Chloe nodded, her face softening at the mention of Blue’s Mum. She never knew the woman....then again, not even Blue did, his mother had passed away before he even had a chance to see her, or remember her.

But the fact that she had been from England, so different from David Madsen’s stiff, military ways, always intrigued Chloe. Sometimes she wondered how different things might have been for Blue if his Mother had been around, but she never voiced it.

Instead, she pushed herself up from the bed, swinging her legs off the side and leaning forward toward him.

Chloe: Dude, this is so awesome. I’ve been telling you for ages that you’re crazy talented. Seriously, Blackwell’s gonna be better with you there. Not like those art snobs and rich kids are ready for the Blue revolution

Blue: Haha, yeah, right. I’ll be lucky if I can keep up. I’m fourteen, Chloe...most of the boys and girls are gonna be older and more experienced. I’ll probably be that weird freshman in the back, all....British.