Love Comes With A Price

I Don't Think That Means What You Think It Means

I do not own Life is Strange or any of it's characters, I'm just problematically gay for Chloe. 

      You left your dorm shortly after getting ready, giving Chloe a kiss goodbye and sending her on your way. She was confused about why you had to cancel your 'special plans', but you convinced her it was nothing to worry about, and that she could spend the whole day tomorrow with you. 

      When you had first befriended Nathan, you had mistakenly told Chloe, who for a lack of better words, lost her shit. Since then you'd tried to keep you and Nathan's friendship on the down-low.

      You hurried out the door, dressed in a nice sundress and matching wedges your foster mother had bought you. You waited on the sidewalk until they pulled up, smiling through the car windows.

      "Hey there kiddo!" Your foster father exclaimed, turning around in the front seat, a grin the size of Texas on his face. "How are your classes going? Have you made any new friends? What-" 

      Your foster mother shook her head, laughing to herself. "Ned, let the girl speak, its one question after the other with you, she doesn't have time to answer." 

      You just smiled, happy to see them. "My classes are going good, I'm really enjoying f/c. And yeah, I have made some friends, I'm actually going over to his house after lunch." 

      That peaked their interest. "Oh, well that's good sweetie, we're glad you're meeting new people." 

      "Which is your mother's nice way of saying we're glad you're not spending all your time with that girl, whats her name again? Cleo?" Ned said, and Patty lightly smacked him on the arm. 

      "Ned!"

      "Well its true! Look honey, we love that you're enjoying yourself, just maybe don't enjoy yourself too much.." 

      "Dad..." You warned. 

      "What? I know how it goes, I had my fare share of girls with crazy hair and smokin' cigarettes, and all that in college. I'm just saying don't get carried away." Ned shrugged, and you wished you could take back the last minute and a half. 

      "As long as you two are being safe-"

      "DAD!"  "NED!" 

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      Two hours later you found yourself standing outside Nathan's room, knocking on the door. You could hear a projector running, and wondered why it was taking him so long to get the door. 

      "Nathan?" You called, knocking a bit louder. A minute passed and you heard a shuffling sound from inside before the door opened, revealing a half-asleep Nathan. He had a red mark on his cheek from pressing his arm into it, and you held back a giggle upon seeing the little string of drool in the corner of his mouth. 

      "Sorry, did I wake you up?" You chuckled, and he shook his head sleepily. 

      "No, no you're okay.. I was just getting the movie ready." He said, and you shook your head. 

      "Nathan.. how much actual sleep have you gotten this week?" 

      In that mode you go into when you're still tired after waking up, he held up his hand and counted on his fingers, his brow furrowing every now and then, until he held up four fingers. 

      "Four? Four. I think.." He yawned, dropping his hand. You shook your head and took him by the hand, dragging him into his room. 

      "You don't need a movie, you need a nap, Mr." To which of course he started to protest, until you wrapped him in a blanket like a little sleepy sushi roll and plopped down on the couch, letting him lay across your legs.

      He pouted, but stopped complaining and snuggled into the blanket, falling asleep on you. You smiled and ran your fingers through your hair, starting the movie and putting the volume on low so as not to wake him. 

      About halfway through you felt yourself starting to fall asleep as well, and looked down to see Nathan muttering, 'My name is Inigo Montoya...' 

      You smiled and felt the lids of your eyes beginning to droop, when there came a banging on the door and with no warning in came Chloe, swear with words that would make sailors wash their tongues. 

      Nathan groaned, turning away from the noise and unknowingly burrowing his face in your shirt. You paled and looked at Chloe, who looked ready to straight up shoot someone.

      "I can explain..." You started nervously.