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

Chap 8: I'm A Fuck Up

A/N: Well! Turns the FUCK out that the message box thing doesn't work out in certain platforms, so, I only have Kenneth to blame :D You can witness my anger to him in the picture above :D. BTW, the next few chapters will be written by me (Fritz), so there will a FUCKton more of swearing.

"Chloe??" You yelled out, but Chloe didn't hear you, she rushed through the other exit, before disappearing to the outside. You couldn't even react to what happened, then the door swung open again, a boy rushed out of the girls' restoom, he looked at you scuffed.
"the FUCK you looking at, huh?! Stop looking at me like that!" You waved your hands up, showing to him that you really didn't give a damn about whatever he was doing. And before you could react to that, another person pops out from within the restroom. Max.
"The Fuck is going on here?" You mumbled you walked towards Max and you could see that she was nervous, very nervous.
"Hey Max? You alright?" She looked at you and shyly held her left arm with her right hand.
"Y-yeah, I'm fine, we should get to the courtyard right now, I think there's a fire" Something in her voice made you unsure of yourself, you thought that maybe Max was hiding something, but there was a fire so you quickly shrugged it off before pulling Max by her hand and rushed outside of the building.
Shocked, you didn't see anyone near the exit, because everyone already left when Mr. Sullivan asked you to stay and do more shit. About Mr. Sullivan, you clenched your fists tighter and thought 'If that fucker didn't let me stay, I would've been long gone'. But, if you did leave, you wouldn't be able to catch a glimpse of Chloe, yes, just a tiny glimpse of her made you happy. You felt your phone vibrate in your pockets, you took it out and saw 1 unread message from Michael, you swiped open your phone and read his message

Dumbass Giant: Hey (Y/N), you there? 4:05PM
(Y/N): Yeah, wassup? 4:05PM
Dumbass Giant: I need you to meet me at the diner, I have something to discuss with you.
Before you could reply, you heard loud screeching nearby, and you saw a rusty truck drive off into the road.
(Y/N): Yeah sure, see you in 10.
With that texted, you said goodbye to Max and walked towards the bus station. You realized that you were in your work attire while you go and meet Michael. Sweat has already formed on your temples unknowingly, you could feel that whatever Michael was going to talk to you about was serious, maybe even more than serious, urgent. As you boarded the yellow bus, you prayed that it will take you faster to Michael

*TIME SKIP*(lame excuse so that I don't need to write what happened on the bus, which is nothing so don't worry :D)
The bus neared the diner, before the bus could come to a halt you were already standing by the exit of the bus. The doors swung open and you basically jumped down the steps on the the ground. You entered the diner quickly as you spotted Michael sitting on the booth you were just sitting in a month ago when you met Chloe. As you walked slowly towards him, you used this time to observe him. He got thinner, his hair got longer and it wasn't drowning in hair gel like it used to be, now it was, shaggy. Dark circles formed under his eyes as he nervously kept glancing out the window. He even changed his freaking look. His lip piercing was gone, so are his ear piercings, all's left are tiny little holes. What used to be a leather jacket that covered his used to be buff frame is now a red hoodie, along with the same ripped jeans and sneakers. He had the sleeves of his hoodie stretched to his hands. It wasn't even that cold,so you thought maybe he was trying to cover up his tattoo, but that was odd. You remembered when you were away, he would send pictures of himself in a tank top in the snow, showing off his sleeves of tattoos on both arms. What was wrong?
Michael spotted you and smiled, a smile so fake that it was faker than the products online were. He pointed towards the seat in front of him.
"Have a seat" You did as he said, wit your leather bag still swung across your shoulder. Michael noticed that
"Take your bag off, we might be here for a while" You raised your (H/C) coloured eyebrow, causing Michael to be concerned.
"Ok fine, do whatever you want I'm gonna start" That's when it started to be really weird. In front of him, you could see a mask on the table, a mask big enough to cover half of his face, and a pair of sunglasses on the collar of his hoodie, why did he need those? It's October, the sun won't be shining that brightly and the air was fine, he didn't exactly need the mask. So he was hiding, from who?
"Do you remember the 200 bucks that I asked from you 'bout a month ago?"
"It's kinda hard to forget, Michael" Michael flipped you off with his middle finger and continued talking
"I, uh." He paused, trying to get the right words out. "I didn't use it to get my bike back"
You stared at him, with wide eyes, you couldn't believe what you were hearing.
"Then what the fuck did you use it for?" Michael was shocked at your words, it wasn't the first time for Michael to hear his sibling swear, but this viciously? Yep, first time.
"I met a guy, Frank, a few months ago, the chick I was telling you about when you just arrived, what was her name? Katie? No, Carly? Cassie? Shit, I forgot. Anyways. she introduced me to Frank, and he introduced to me a whole new world" He said, slowing down on the last three words 'whole.new.world' He almost laughed, but remembering the urgency of the situation, he put his laughter aside, that's when you could smell the alcohol in his breath. He's fucking drunk.
"Michael, are you drunk?Because if you are, I'm not going to believe what you're saying" He then slammed the table with his fist, causing the whole diner to look at him with shock, this very much reminded you of the scene a month ago. But you knew that Michael hated it whenever someone doubted him, so you decided to listen,
  "I'm sorry"
  "It's fine, anyways, this guy Frank introduced me to a whole new world. So I started doing some hardcore shit. You knew I smoked weed, but I just limited myself to that, I swear (Y/N), I swear, I didn't do anything more hardcore than that" He started sobbing and he buried his face into his large hands. you reached for his head and patted him.
  "Sh, come on now Michael, don't cry, I won't be able to understand you" He wiped off his tears and looked at you in the eyes, stared at them deadly
  "That fucking bitch, if I didn't go to that bar that night, I never would've ended up this way."
  "What way Michael, tell me, I'm really confused"
  "That night when mum and dad died, I went to the bar right?" He asked you, you nodded along with his words.
  "Then I said I met this girl,I forgot her name, but she's the whole fucking reason I ended up like this, that fuck-"
  "Michael stop! Now calm down and tell me properly or I won't be able to understand you, none the less help you"
  "Ok, so, I went to the bar at the night our parents died, but I didn't know, so I partied, then I saw this girl. She walked over to me and we started to talk about our backstories. How her dad died and she met Rachel, and they became best friends, I didn't believe her at first, because Rachel used to be my girlfriend before she left, if she had this best friend I would've known... right?" You nodded
  "So I started questioning things about her, I was subtle. Asking her about Rachel's favourite things, her clothes, her personality, luckily she was drunk so she gave so much more than I needed, and that was when I was sure, she really was her best friend. And she told me that Rachel left" He paused, before starting the story telling session again.
  "She was so drunk that she came onto me. Being the gentleman I was, I accepted the offer. I took her home and we, you know, did the shit. The next morning, we chatted, and we agreed to not tell anyone about this, so we didn't, except for today I told you." You nodded, trying to take in all the information.
  "After a few months, we met again, at the same bar, that's when she introduced me to Frank, and that's was the night when I tried out real hardcore drugs" You sighed, learning about Michael's story while you were away.
  "That was the last time I ever saw the girl, but I kept buying drugs from Frank, eventually, I got addicted. So a month ago when you gave me the money, I couldn't help myself, I went over to Frank's and bought more... And now I owe him money."
  "How much?"
  "2000" You shut your eyes tightly before you felt the urge to stab him
  "Are you fucking kidding me?"
  "I'm not (Y/N)! If I was would I be asking you to come here and talk?!"
  "Maybe, maybe not, I can't fucking tell Michael, it's too much to take in right now, so just tell me what I need to do so I can get your sorry ass out of trouble"
  "Get my bike, sell it, then pay Frank back, alright?"
   Seems easy enough.

  A/N: Alright here's the end of the chapter, and if you were confused about Rachel being Michael's Ex, don't worry everything will be explained in the next chapter, as we go into the past. Thanks for reading. Bai.
-Ty