***I must have fallen asleep, because when I awoke the sun was starting to set and I could hear someone trying to start my motorbike. I jumped out of the rusted car and grabbed the baseball bat that I'd dropped on the ground on the way to the car. I turned around the corner, bat raised, to see a blue haired girl on my bike cussing as she tried for what might have been the fifth time to start my bike, but again failing. She hadn't heard me creep up behind her. "Get the Hell off my bike you Asswipe" I spat, my baseball bat raised. The blue haired girl spun around grabbing something from her waistband and bringing it around to point it at me, but I swung faster and my bat hit the gun out of her hand. We didn't move for a moment as we both watched the gun clatter to the ground a few feet away.*** So this is my first Chloe Price x Reader fanfic story, it's meant for lesbi readers, but anyone can read. I don't own any of the LIS characters, or anything that may be mentioned that's in the game. I hope you enjoy Paying the Price! and make sure to give me feedback in the comments! I always wanna know if I've done something wrong with Chloe's personality and if it can be improved to be more like the game. *If this story gets 100 Likes I'll do a second story of whatever character x reader is most suggested in the comments!*

flowers from 1970 was sad, but this can help you to recover! George Davidson finds it hard to recover, months and months alone, bored, nothing to do. George has an idea to get his mind off things, he had been wanting to get out of the house, go on a walk, do some sketching like he used to do as a kid with his mother at the park. As he is walking down the street capturing the best qualities of the town, he encounters a tall, dirty-blonde man who looks like he is from the 70s

"I'll read it out for you." Anne said, handing the cigarette back to you. "Wanted; for breaking and entering and robbery. Unknown bandit seen leaping from a window of a bank in Kempton, may be walking with a limp from the fall. Suspected to be about 5'8" and stocky build. Should any leads arise please contact local authorities." --- You hadn't even seen him there, obscured in the darkness of night - and it was obvious that he hadn't been expecting anyone to come out back. He startled, stumbling away from where he had been leaning, and your heart leapt into your throat, surprised in the worst way possible. So surprised, that you threw the bag of vegetable scraps at him as a form of self defense. The bag bounced harmlessly against the man's chest and landed on the ground. Your eyes darted to it first, but then up to the man you had thrown it at - taking in his features from the light streaming out of the still-open door. He wasn't too tall, but he had the build of someone who had known a farm life before - broad shoulders and muscle made for work, not show. His clothes were practical, and he carried a pack strapped to his back. It was his face that was the most interesting though - he couldn't have been much older than you, and he looked kind, for lack of a better word. Open, almost.

Sequel to Like Normal People Do. Being normal people isn't as easy as Clay and George once believed.