Life is Strange (EreJean)

Practice

I wasn't even surprised as Jean drove us into some old junkyard. The place was a mess, with old cars and signs and just general junk cluttered around the whole site. At the same time, though, there was something I liked about the place. It just felt really free and laid back - which was definitely fitting to Jean's new personality.

He parked the car by the entrance before walking further in, with me quickly following closely behind. "I was thinking about something we could do to have fun with your weird-ass superpower. You up for it?"

I raised my brows slightly, leaning back against the hood of a car when Jean stopped walking. "Sure? I mean, it depends on what you had in mind."

The corner of his lips twitched up into a smirk as he reached under the back of his leather jacket, pulling out a handgun. "I was thinking of some target practice. If you help me out I won't even have to waste any bullets."

"Fucking hell, Jean," I said, standing up and going over to him. "I'm guessing that's the 'missing gun' that Nile was freaking about?"

"Obviously," he said, rolling his eyes and looking around. "He's got tonnes, though, I don't see why he's freaking out about it. Anyway, it's probably a lot safer in my hands than his."

"I guess," I mumbled, flicking my gaze between Jean and the gun in his hand. It wasn't that I didn't trust him, it was mostly just that I didn't understand why he decided to steal it from Nile in the first place. "Let's do it, then. What do you want to use as a target?"

He hummed lightly in thought, walking over to grab an empty beer bottle from the floor and raising a brow at me. "What about bottles? I'm pretty sure there are some more in that concrete shed over there," he said, pointing in the direction of it. "Could you go grab some? I'll set up something to lay them out on."

 "Sure thing," I said, turning on my heal and heading over to the small concrete building on the edge of the junkyard. It was pretty small, only around four by four meters. From the outside, it just blended in with the rest of the junkyard, but from the inside, you could clearly see that it was some sort of hang out. 

The inside walls were mostly covered with graffiti and worn down posters. There were some old chairs and a small wooden table, as well as some shelves, that were probably all found in the junkyard. Old pizza boxes covered the floor in the corner, with old scraps of paper that had been doodled on covering the table and shelves.

I grabbed two empty bottles from under the table, pausing when I noticed a couple of handmade bracelets. They both had a small charm attached to them, the blue on having the letter J and the brown one having the letter M. It seemed pretty obvious that they belonged to Jean and Marco, even though it was pretty difficult to imagine. The new Jean definitely didn't seem like the type to wear friendship bracelets.

If I were being completely honest, I was a little jealous of how close they had gotten. It was stupid because I was the one who decided to cut Jean off from my life when I figured I'd never see him again anyway. 

I sighed, shaking my head in an attempt to shake the thoughts from my mind. There was no point thinking about any of this, especially not right now.

I made my way back over to Jean with a bottle in each hand, letting him take them from me to lay out. He had balanced a large plank on top of some old washing machines, making a decent stand for the bottles. He moved back so we were standing a few meters away from them, holding the gun up and aiming it at the first bottle.

"Okay, Jaeger, how's my aim looking?"

"Uh, it's looking good," I lied, knowing he'd have to shoot first so I could go back and tell him if he needed to adjust his aim. "Go for it."