Afterwards: A Life Is Strange Fan-Fiction <A Choice Story>

Chapter 36

"Uh, sorry, but we have to get going, right Max?" Chloe says. She's obviously not comfortable with this guy, and to be totally honest I'm not either. This is just some complete stranger.

"Yeah, we really have to go." We get up and walk to the door.

"W-wait. I just wanted to talk to you about the prophecy! And the woman who can time travel!" We hurry outside and get in Chloe's truck.

"That guy seemed fucking crazy. Or maybe he was just high, who knows. But I don't really care. He could have been dangerous either way. Trust no one Max." That's Chloe Price: paranoid as fuck.

"After all of that crazy shit happening this week, that wasn't the weirdest thing."

"Yeah, that's for sure." She puts the keys into the truck and starts it. "So, where do we go know?" How should I know?

"I don't really know." She just stares at me.

"I thought you had a plan for everything." I didn't have a plan for that storm, unfortunately.

"Not for everything, Chloe." I say to her. We sit there, Chloe looking out of her window, and me looking through the front windshield. She sits up and starts rifling through her pocket, and pulls a small bag out.

"Score! It's here!" She holds a bag of rolled up joints in front of my face. "Wanna light up?" She asks.

"No, that's a terrible idea. What if we get caught?"

"You know how many times I've done it and haven't been caught? It'll be fine."

"I'll pass on that." I say.

"Fine. Suit yourself. More for me then." She opens the bag and just looks at it. "It's not as fun doing it by myself." She closes it and puts it back in her pocket. "Mind if I smoke a cigarette?"

"Your lungs. Keep the windows down though. If you're going to slowly kill yourself, I can't stop you, but don't drag me along with you." She laughs.

"Whatever hippie, I'll try to keep my 'poison' away from you." She says sarcastically. Reaching into her pocket, she pulls out a pack of cigarettes and a lighter. She takes one out of the pack and puts the rest away. "Would you like to do the honors?" She asks cheekily.

"You're such an ass." I say. I don't mean that, and I think Chloe knows that too, I hope.

"That's Chloe Price in a nutshell." I can't tell if she's joking or not. She lights the cigarette and sucks into it, then blows the smoke out of the window. "You aren't the first to call me an asshole. Rachel did it once, step douche said it a few times, and so did Frank, but he preferred the term bitch." Damn, Chloe's been verbally abused by a few different people. I wonder if she takes any of it to heart. When Rachel said it, it probably hurt.

"Why did Rachel call you that? Did she mean it?" I ask curiously.

"Yeah. She meant everything she said to me. That was one of the strengths of Rachel Amber. Even though she was a liar, she would always mean what she said. Of course, maybe she would lie about what she would say. That time though, I know she wasn't lying." She sucks the nicotine out of her cigarette.

"Why would she mean that? I thought you two were super close."

"We were. She was just pissed at me. I did a dumb thing."