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

Chap 3: Finally?

"Fucking finally", grabbing the helmet off your head and stepped onto the driveway, feeling the artificial gravel under your feet, you muttered quietly under your breath.
"Home sweet home"
Michael chuckled as he heard your 'statement', combing his blonde hair with his fingers, he put his hand on your shoulder and sighed.
"It's uh best if you don't head into the garage yet, unless.. Unless you're ready"
Mum and dad's funeral was held a few months ago, before I could arrive home. Just a few months earlier. You could've seen them for the last time and not at an airport sending you away.
"Look, I know it was hard for you dealing with thier death, alone. I was a dick for not coming back to give you some support. Honestly, I was having a breakdown. Hearing your voice crack over the phone, it killed me inside. I'm so sorry Michael, I'm so sorry."
He sighed with acceptance and wiped off a lonesome tear rolling down his pale cheek. He chuckled softly and hopped off of his bike.
"Well, the garage hans't changed since you left three years ago. Everything is untouched. Dad stopped going in there and went travelling around the world with mum, leaving my sorry ass at home. I didn't go in there, obviously, since I was a spoiled brat and had no interest in dad's stuff. (Y/N), I spent the last three years just rebelling against our parents, little did I know, my last 'fit' with them was what caused them to leave the house with packed bags. They said they were 'leaving for good'"
Michael choked at his own words again.
"They told me that ever since you left, they had nothing to be proud of anymore. Them leaving, and you leaving was the biggest punishment I could've ever suffered from. I was happy, happy that they left. So i could be alone at last, just going about with my own stuff, without hearing their lectures" He paused, to wipe off the tear forming in his eye. "I'm a fuck up (Y/N). Later that night when they left I went to party at a bar. Trying to get intoxicated. Then I met this girl, she was smoking hot. Damn, she was almost taller than I was in her combat boots. We chatted for a while, telling each other our back stories. That's when I found out Rachel was her best friend, and she told me that Rachel skipped town. And how she abandoned her and how pissed off she was-"
The conversation between the two of you was interrupted by the loud ringing of your phone. You took your phone out of your leather bag and read the caller I.D. 'Principal Wells', you groaned in complaint and waved Michael off
"I'm really sorry, I know you're telling me something really important, but I really need to pick up the phone" Shocked at your actions, Michael flipped you off and cursed. "Fuck you, whatever, talk to someone else rather than your brother who is telling you something that is unneccesary"
"Michael, please-"
"Pick up the goddamn phone, this conversation is done anyways" Michael slowly walked away and lit a cigarette. You felt bad about cutting Michael off extremly rudely, but it was prinicipal Wells, your boss basically.
You cleared your throat before picking up the phone.
"Hello Principal Wells-"
"Yo, sup Ray?" Michael chimed in, you rolled your eyes and covered the microphone of the phone and glared at Michael, mouthing the words 'Are you serious?' Michael chuckled loudly, almost too loud that seemed intentional
"Oh, I'm sooo sorry" He put his hand onto his chest, emphasising his 'remorse'.
"Did I interrupt your conversation? I'm terribly rude, aren't I?" You decided to ignore Michael and continue you conversation with your boss.
"Glad to know Michael is still as etiquette as before. Getting to the point, how are you liking your dorm, (Y/N)?"
"D-dorm?"
"Yes my email informed you that you will be staying at the dorms in Blackwell, specifically, your old dorm. It is much more convenient for you to go around the campus and it will make you feel closer to the students"
You nodded along to every word that the man said, you glanced over to Michael, seeing him light another cigarette before blowing a puff of smoke towards your face. You coughed harshly, flipped him off, then paid your attention back to your conversation with the Principal.
"I thought you would be glad to hear that you're staying at your old dorm. We already set everything up, so you don't need to worry about lack of furniture. I'm confident that you will living here comfortably, yes?"
You nodded, stupidly thinking that he could see what you were doing.
"Thanks, Mr. Wells"
"Call me Ray"
"Thank you Ray" You hung up the phone and looked at Michael who took one last blow on his cigarette before flicking it onto the ground and stepped on it with his sneakers.
"Alright. Let's get your stuff inside" You scratched your neck awkwardly.
"Yeah.. The thing is, he said I have to stay in the dorms for the school year, sorry man. I guess you'll still be living alone" Michael was sad, so sad that he wasn't even going to give you a chuckle.
"Damn it (Y/N), even when you're here, it's like you're not even here."
"I'm sorry Mike"
"Yeah, sorry about a lot of things"
He looked at the ground before letting a grunt, and he snickers, he brought his fist towards the handle of his gray motorcycle.
"He never changes, just keeps screwin' people over" Agreeing with him, he threw you the helmet you were just suffocating in a few minutes ago, as you can literally smell your sweat, you let out a disgusted groan. Michael put on his helmet and sat on the motorcycle, he looked back and looked at you through the dark glass that covered his eyes.
"Are you sure you don't want to head inside first?"
"I'm sure, it's too much right now"
With that said you hopped onto the bike and drove towards Blackwell.