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

Chap 32: Blue Clues

A/N:Wow, so. Reaaally sorry for the extreeeeemely late update. A lot of things happened and I've been busy, pls understand. And I'm glad to see after a month of absence there are some new readers in too XD. Argh, I am so upset I didn't do this sooner, so sorry! Also since I'm graduating soon, I maybe (Most Likely) still be updating really slow. I have something to say though... If things go wrong (And most likely will,) I may be not able to finish this story :(. Enough of this negativityyy, and let's get back to where we left off. (BTW, the plot is a bit different from my original intention so some parts may seem a bit confusing, just a heads up! :D) (P.S. I wrote this during physics because it's my faaaavourite subject. :D)

Max's P.O.V

  "What in the world?" Knocking on Chloe's door furiously for about two minutes, still no answer.

  'This is unusual. Chloe usually opens the door right after I knock, she's always so excited for things. This.Is.Odd' I took the liberty of twisting the door knob, but no luck, the lock twitches, mocking my attempt to breaking into this house. I take out my phone and dialed Chloe's number, after a few rings I hear her ringtone, from her window. I backed up a few steps to catch a better view of her room. her ringtone is so loud sometimes, I can hear it through the open window all the way from here. Stupidly enough, I kept letting it ring hoping that a certain blue haired might've heard her mobile device ringing and think of me, instead of being busy doing whatever in the world she's doing right now. Frustrated, I thought of something.

  'Maybe she's with (Y/N) right now... That might explain why she's so "Occupied".' Dialing the punk's girlfriend's number, the other end almost answers immediately.

  "Hello?" I hear a tired voice say, so tired... It almost sounds dreamy.
  "Hey, It's Max. Is Chloe with you?" Hearing a few chuckles in the background, I smirked knowing that my guess was right.
  "In a matter of fact, she is. Wait are you standing outsi- CHLOE STOP!" Another few muffled laughs, I grew impatient, not noticing that I was actually tapping my foot onto the pavement.
  "W-we're in the b-b-backya- For fuck's sake Chloe stop! WE'RE IN THE BACKYARD"
  "Gotcha... Oh and I was wondering if you could, oh I don't know, open the door for me?"
  Hearing yet another chain of muffles laughs and giggles. I hear some grass crackling before footsteps started approaching the door I was standing in front of.
  Swinging open the door, I see a girl wearing Chloe's leather jacket standing at the doorway. Her hands still on the doorframe, she leans against it.
  "Aye Maxi, wassup?" Confused at her sudden slang I cross my arms and walk past her, subtly brushing against her arms in a fierce-like gesture.
  "What's with the sudden slang (Y/N)? Did anything you weren't supposed to?"
  "Well... If you call lying on the grass for a few minutes 'doing something you're not supposed to do', then yeah." She replied after closing the door. Walking towards the glass door, i see Chloe brushing off her clothes and almost 'prancing' towards a painting. The painting.
  "If you were 15 years younger, lying in the grass for a few minutes would be doing something you weren't supposed to do."
  "Ok mum,har har." Together, we step outside into try backyard and made our way towards Chloe.
  "Hey (Y/N) give me a hand with this would ya? This is so much more heavier than I thou-Mf!" As hard as she tried, her attempt onto pulling the painting off the fence was backfired.
  "I'll help you." I said, grabbing the other end of the painting. We both lifted it with all our strengths.
  "Oof! What the hell! Why the fuck is this thing so godamn heavy, it's a painting for fuck's sake."
  "Cut it out with the colorful language dear, I ain't kissing that mouth." I hear (Y/N) say, which I respond with a couple of chuckles.
  "Either way, you're still kissing me."
  "Eh, that's true"
  With (Y/N)'s constant yelling and guiding, with Chloe's constant whining and complaining. We made it into her room. We carelessly tossed it onto the wall and collapsed together on the floor.
  "Damn that was heavy!"
  "I know right..."
  "It does look pretty heavy." We both glared at her as she stares at us in horror.
  "You didn't even lift it, shut up."
  "Geez I'm sorry." Waving her hand in apology, she walks towards Chloe's bed and sat on the edge as Chloe follows her shortly.
  "I'm gonna piece all these clues onto the board while Chloe go all Techy Tech and do some research on the Prescotts."
  Finish giving out orders, I pick up all the binders and folders, thinking on how to piece them together. Taking a few staples and nails, I pasted them onto the board.
  "Uh, what do I do?"
  "Stand there and look pretty. Nah I'm joking, help me piece these toge-wait a minute."  Looking at a black notebook, I flip it open and shuffled through its pages. Realizing that it was indeed Frank's log book.
  "Chloe, can you explain to me why you have this?" I say as I tossed it onto the table into her field of vision.
  "Um, I took it from him?"
  "Without me?!"
  "Well, I really wanted to do it and we had no time! So (Y/N) and I went over to Frank's and got his logbook. We didn't do an-"
  I put my hand up, shushing her as I refused to hear anymore of what she had to say.
  "One, never EVER do anything that dangerous again without me. Two, don't lie to me ever again." Taking the logbook from the table, I resumed to the clue-pasting as (Y/N) stood beside me, not knowing how to approach me. I sighed.
  "It's fine, alright? Just help me with this so we can progress this faster. Like Chloe said, we have no time." Saying the last few words as I glanced towards Chloe's direction.
  This is going to take a while.