-[Chloe PricexReader]- All Over Again ~Life Is Strange~

Chap 1:Coming Back

A/N: the picture has nothing to do with this chapter, we just thought this looked pretty badass

"Hurry the fuck up, Gahd" Michael yelling at you while holding a sign which read "(Y/N)", the letters were smeared all over the place. You struggled with your luggage while your brother just lazily sat on the steel fence, hoping he would at least give you some encouraging words, rather then yell at you. One hand stuck into his pocket of his jeans, the other lingering in mid-air, waving at you impatiently. 'You weren't the one stuck in a plane with a crying baby for hours, shut up' You thought. The wheel of your cheap suitcase screeched against the smooth floor of the airport. Michael smirked deviously as he took over the handle of the loud suitcase, continuing the irritating noise.He pushed the handle away and dropped the sign, put his hand onto his ear in fustration, you chuckle as you watched your brother fustrated. Seeing him glare at you just made you laugh harder, out of the laughter you could only choke out a single word
"Idiot-"
Michael crooks one blonde eyebrow,he lifts up the suitcase, dangling in midair the clothes threatening to blow up from the inside, suddenly small drops of sweat form on your forehead, Michael flashes his signature grin and decided to be merciful to his exhausted sibling. He soothes you with a bright smile as he puts the suitcase above his head as if it was a boombox.
"Damn Michael, after 3 years and you're still childish as ever" He sticks his tongue at you and quickly turns around to watch his step. It was good to be back again you though, 'I guess things never do really change', but Michael's style and sense of fashion changed. He used to just wear his blue sweater with his jeans along with his skater shoes, but now? An edgy leather jacket, a plain white tee under it, pairing it with a pair of ripped jeans and a pair of sneakers. You had to admit, he looked a lot better, with a punk rock theme to it. As you look down to your down coat, regular denim jeans and your leather bag swung across your shoulder, you noticed a significant difference between your and Michael's sense of fashion.
He suddenly whips his head back, he looks at you as you stared at him with confusion on youy face, he yet again gives you another grin and hesistantly opens his mouth:" Dude, chillax, I'm still the same Michael since 3 years ago. I'm not going to bite you" He then trails his way back to your side and nudges his elbow towards your ribs, you chuckle to his action as he pulls the bag further across his head before letting out a grunt.
"Yeah sure, I was jealous when the *Field you're interested in* school in *Somewhere* asked you to enroll there on a full scholarship, but you really deserved it, like for reals" For reals? "You don't just waste you talent with me on my mission to destroy Arcadia"
Soon the atmosphere becamse tense, memories of high school came flooding back. The parking lot, the skater parks, the bay. Everything came rushing back at lightspeed. You decided to change the subject.
"How's Rachel?" You Suddenly blurted out hoping this would lessen the tension to the situation, but seeing his face tighten even more, you realised that you made the situation even worse, mentally face-palming yourself. Shit.
"Sh-she uh", he pauses for a moment before looking back into your eyes and continued his sentence. "She moved out of town actually, about a few months back" You reply with a simple "oh".
"So how long again?"
"Just a year, I'm gonna be the teacher's assitant for the Art Department in Blackwell"
He snickers.
"So you're working for Mr. Sullivan?"
"Shit, he's still there?"
"Yep" Thinking back when you were in his class, he was a complete asshole to you.
"So how's Arcadia Bay University for you?"
You guys started chatting from there, Michael studied at ABU trying to get a degree in Chemical Engineering. I think you can guess where he got that idea. The mood was light as you chatted your way out of the airport.
As you and Michael walked out of the double glass doors, the cool Oregon air brushed against your face. You missed it here.
Looking to your left you see a a small child hugging his father tightly before sayin goodbye with tears in his eyes.
"That was us 3 years ago"
Michael suddenly blurted out.
"Yeah, and mum cried like she was going to lose me" You silently laughed remmebering what your mother looked like at this exact spot 3 years ago.
"We did thought we were going to lose you, (Y/N)",He said with a stern expression,"We thought maybe you were too good for this place and you never would've wanted to come back, so we thought that would be the last time we'll see you. Unfortunantly, it really was the last time mum and dad saw you-" Micheal choked on his last words, you remembered your parents death few months back, you felt like an asshole for not coming back and visit, and you felt even worse when Michael was right. You thought you were too good for this place, so you didn't want to come back.
"I'm sorry Michael"
"Why be sorry, they were your parents too" Now, you felt depressed, you could feel a drop of tear form in your eye and you quickly wiped it off with your sleeve. Michael looked at you and scuffed.
"You don't have the fucking right to cry. Wipe your tears and let's go home ok?" You were surprised at how Michael became so dark and so fast.
Both of you walked towards a gray motorcycle, Michael put your suitcase down and fished for the keys in his pockets. 'Are you kidding me' You thought, but Michael understood you from the groan that escaped your lips. He shoved the key into the hole and twisted it clockwise.
"Like it or don't like it. I'm gonna make you walk the way back" He then took out a rope from the back of the motorcycle, he lifted your siutcase up and tied to the rear end of the bike, making sure it was secure, he pulled the end forcefully. But overall, his movements were quick and swift, maybe he did this before, many times. 'Who was he helping then?', you let your own thoughts run your own mind as you put on the blue helmet that Michael gave you before putting on his own black one. You hopped on the back and hugged Michael from behind, he was tense at first then he relaxed.
"I really missed you"
"I missed me too"
Laughing at your corny joke, you both sped off the highway
Aracadia here I come.