~Life is Strange 2~ (Sean Diaz x Reader) {oneshots}

Hopeful Recovery {*} (Girl Reader)

Warning: Contains Sensitive Topics about Drugs, Overdosing, and Slight Racism!

*This request was made by Alyssajj11, thank you for the request!*

{ } means this story only has a girl reader for now, the boy reader version will come out eventually...

Abbreviations: (Y/N); Your desired name, (M/N); Your desired middle name, (L/N); Your desired last name, (Drink); Self-explanatory but try to avoid thinking of alcohol... you'll see why lol

Definitions: Croaky; Imagine something being stuck on your throat(no), Erode; To fade away

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A clicking is heard as flames emit out of a tiny tool. A single collision lights up the stick within the grasp of the person's mouth. They inhale, then exhale the smoke out from their mouth and nose. The gas slowly rises into the sunset sky. The sun beams down on the person's face as they continually walk towards their destination. Music plays in their ears, All For Us by Zendaya, creating a sense of comfort to them.

A vibration emits from her phone, causing her to check it, I wonder if Frank ever got my money... she thinks as she takes another puff.

Mom: 'Are you coming home tonight?'

She briefly sets her phone aside, leaving the notification on its own. She takes one last puff before dropping the stick, and then stomping on it. She slides her hands inside of her pocket as she gets close to the house coated with strokes of blue.

The one and only home I actually like.

She reaches the front door, while doing so, a boy makes himself clear with a flattering whistle. She turns her head slowly towards the boy sitting at the front door of the neighbor's home. Her instincts make her flip off the middle finger right at him. The boy soon returns a finger at her as well, making her smile while slanting her head.

Asshole...

She then turns her attention back to the door, lightly knocking. After a few seconds, the door creaks open, revealing the Hispanic boy that she was wanting to see all day. He was wearing a plain t-shirt, along with a pair of black shorts, and finally white socks shielding his feet, "Oh hey..." his voice seemed quiet, like he had awaken from a nap.

"Hey..." She holds her hands together, as she always felt goosebumps around him.

She invites herself in, with Sean alongside her starting a conversation, "So how was your day?"

She snickers, "Pretty shitty, as usual," she pauses before continuing, "what about you?"

He also snickers, "Pretty lonely, my friends all kinda just disappeared from the face of earth, except you," the last bit makes her almost cringe, but in a way she didn't mind.

I guess it does make a difference when I'm not high as fuck anymore...

She stares into his dark chocolate eyes, "W-well... I feel honored I guess," she attempts to raise a small smile.

A man sitting on the couch reveals himself, "Oh hey, bonito!"

She exchanges a small friendly wave at him, feeling welcome to be in the house.