Random One Shots

Warren Graham - Life is Strange

Warren Graham x Reader: Nerd Love

A/N: A few people have requested this one so enjoy! This is sort of based off of my grade 9 year at school XD. Also sorry for the long wait you guys, it's been a hell of a month and it's only going to get busier from here on out.

Also, this is a short one. Sorry. It just ended on a nice note.

(Y/N) = Your Name.

Disclaimer: I do not own Life is Strange or anything related to it.

Here you were; Blackwell Academy, the school specializing in Arts and Science. You had been accepted into the school and it was now a few days into your first week. Having been shipped off from your hometown to Arcadia Bay you didn't really have any friends or family in the area. This resulted in some pretty lonely times, today being a good example of that.

You had been exploring around campus for the past few days in an attempt to find a nice place to eat and study. Traversing back to the dorms took too long, you found, so you attempted places such as some empty always, the computer lab, a bench outside and the library. None of them felt quite right though, with too many other students being within close proximity.

So today you were scouting around again.

Mrs. Grant, your chemistry teacher, seemed to notice your dilemma.

"Y/N," she spoke out after class one day, "may I speak with you for a moment?"

"Uh, yeah?" you responded hesitantly, approaching her desk. "May I ask what this is about?"

"I was just wondering how you're finding Blackwell. I've noticed you don't seem to have found a group of friends yet..."

You gave a dry chuckle. "That'll take a bit more time for me, I think. Thank you for your concern."

She smiled. "Well, I'm sure it'll be hard trying to find people worth your time. Still, my room is always open during lunches and after hours. You're welcome to stay in and work or talk to some of the other students."

"I'll be sure to do that. Thank you Mrs. Grant."

You hadn't planned on taking her up on the offer, to be perfectly honest.

The following few days you were still testing out locations, trying to find a spot that clicked with you. There was a small nook in the hallway that you found was peacefully quiet and relatively clean, so for several days you had camped out there throughout your spare time.

Roughly a week later, however, as you passed the chemistry lab on the way to your hideaway midway through break, you decided to test out a lunch in there.

Stepping quietly into the room, you glanced around warily. No one was in there at the time, and you let out a sigh of relief. With less anxiety running through you, you casually walked over to a random table and sat down, unwrapping a sandwich and opening up the new book your parents had sent you.

You were only halfway done your food and a few pages into your book when the door opened again, the figure stopping when they spotted you.

"O-oh, I'm sorry," a guy's voice stuttered as he walked quietly towards you. "I'm not bothering you, being in here, am I?"

You waved it off and smiled, hardly looking up. "It's a free country man, I'm not stopping you. Do whatcha want."

The boy seemed to nod and turn to a desk across the room, pulling out some equipment for whatever he was working on.

The noise caused you to glance up, giving him a more thorough inspection. Your recognized him from your classes, a dorky, lankier guy who always seemed so positive and bright. His hair was slightly longer than most of the guys' at your school, though he didn't really seem like the type who wanted to constantly fit in. But what was his name...

As the boy bent down to grab something from his bag, it clicked.

"Um, it's Warren, right?"

His head shot up. He seemed surprised you were talking to him, which made you feel a little bad. Were you really that quiet?

"Uh...yeah," he grinned. "And you're (Y/N)."

You smiled. "Indeed. I meant to bring it up earlier but I wasn't sure how to approach you, but you were really rocking the TARDIS shirt the other day."

His eyes somehow brightened more and he turned his whole body to face me. "You watch Doctor Who?"

"Duh," you marked your page and closed your book. "Who's your favourite?"

"Doctor or companion?" he clarified.

"Both," you shrugged.

"Eleven and Rose."

"Ten and the Ponds."

"Alright, some conflicting interests here," Warren held up his hands in mock surrender before turning back to his work. "Let's not start this war today."

"You're only saying that because you know I'll win," you teased, reclining back in your seat slightly.

"Oh, sure," he responded, voice thick with sarcasm. "Eleven is better and you know it."

"Did you start with him though?" you questioned, genuinely curious.

"Uh, yeah. Why?" he was confused now.

You shrugged. "I'm with the group that believe that your first Doctor is your favourite. I started with Ten, hence my attraction towards him and his episodes. Kind of like how usually your first Final Fantasy game or your first Zelda game tend to be your favourite."

He glanced up at you again, with something akin to awe in his eyes. "You're a gamer too?"

"Guilty," you grinned sheepishly this time, looking away. "That's why I'm usually alone; most people don't get along with the girl who'd rather play World of Warcraft or watch Game of Thrones over interacting with people."

He grinned. "I get that."

Silence fell over the pair of you again, and you opened your book to continue from where you left off.

Twenty minutes later and the bell rang. You were unsure if you should leave Warren without saying anything, but he spared you the trouble.

"I...uh..." he started, before rubbing the back of his neck awkwardly. "I don't suppose you're busy Saturday?" His face flushed after he spoke, almost as though he regretted saying anything.

"No...I'm not," you smiled, hope blossoming in your chest.

"Would you...maybe want to grab lunch? Outside of school I mean...I need to convince you that Eleven is clearly better," he ended on a joking note, making your smile widen.

"I'd like that," you said, resulting in a wide grin to split across his face. You turned around to leave, but as you opened the door you couldn't help but throw one last remark over your shoulder.

"You better use your time to think up a good argument there Warren. Ten is superior in a lot of ways; it'll be hard to sway me!"

A laugh was the last thing you heard before you merged in with the crowd that was wandering the halls to their next classes.