Life Is Strange: The Price Is Right (Chloe Price x Male reader)

Chapter 5: Death Day

Author's Note: So to get the record straight, this Life is Strange story will be completely different from the game, so Max won't have any powers since you do, however the dark room plot is still there, but told differently. I do this because it'd be super boring to follow the game's footsteps because there's more predictive scenarios that way, so I'd rather tell a story of my own than just adding to one that already exists.

(Y/N)'s POV

Unknown: I won't forget

(Y/N): Fucker

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"Ugh," I sigh. "I know he's rich, but how can he figure out my number 5 minutes after our altercation?"

Warren looked at me for a second, then back at the road.

"Well that's the Prescotts for you." He says. "It's their connections they have, I'm sure."

I look back at my phone, only to turn it off. I stared out the car window, aggravated. Cops, rich kids, what else? Drug dealers? Probably somehow soon. I need to fix but at this point, I'd rather weep. I just wish I had a trash can for my problems, but then again, I'd end up throwing my whole life away. Anyhow, back to my misery. Warren pulls up into Chloe's driveway and lets me out.

"You coming in?" I ask. "I'm sure Chloe wouldn't mind."

"No... I uh gotta get back to my chemistry notes." He said, scratching the back of his head. "Ms. Grant works us to death on our projects."

I nod.

"Okay later, nerd," I snicker as he pulls out of the driveway. So now here we go. I look over at Chloe's truck in front of me, and just thought of something. "Oh crud," I whispered to myself. "About to meet someone else new... Oh the joy..."

I walked inside her house, slammed the door to imdicate I was here. At least I'm sure she thinks it's me... Ah whatever. I could hear thumps from upstairs and also her blasting some generic metal CD... I'd guess that's what it is, but that's not the point. I rub my eyes, feeling exhausted and hungry, so i decided to raid her fridge. I open the door handle to find nothing but breakfast food and leftovers. I did, however, spot a candy bar labeled 'David' in there. I smirked, then grabbed the tasty treat and ripped into it. In my defense, this jackass brought it down on himself. He had no right to bring up something that was already settled and delt with a while ago and use it against me for no apparent reason at all. So I might as well steal his candy. I finished the candy, and threw the wrapper in the trashcan. I decide to walk up the stairs, towards Chloe's room. Right before I grabbed the knob, I heard something that made me not wanna go in there.

"That's it, sista. Shake your boney, white-ass!" Chloe said, heard audibly enough over the music.

I shook my head and entered the room anyway, no matter what my head was trying to convince me otherwise. Of course, I wish I had listened. There stood on the bed, a probably high Chloe dancing and the other girl who remained on the floor, who stopped and looked awkwardly towards me, then tried to look down to the ground.

"Jesus has been gone too long," I say, rolling my eyes and shaking my head.

"(Y/N), keep your smartass to yourself." Chloe jumps off her bed, staring at me with a disproving look.

"Well, you know I can't do that, so how about you inroduce me to your apparent... old friend here, if I can guess that's what she is." I say in my own little weird, assholish way.

"Right, Max this is (Y/N), (Y/N) that's Max, my best friend who left five years ago." She not-so enthusiastically says. "There, now you two can bond on your own."