Since day one at Blackwell Nathan Prescott has been around me. I was easily accepted into his group and the Vortex Club despite being little like them. But something weird has been going on and I don't know if I want to be around any more... (Warning. Mature content. Kinda creepy. Sorry ish)
"We're a fucked up pair aren't we?" "That's why it works. We can understand each other" Warning ⚠: This story contains spoilers for Life is Strange It also includes topics such as rape, self harm, drug use, alcohol, and other alarming events Reader's discretion is advised. Also: This story does NOT start off durin...
(cover art by me) after too many embarrassing stints with the infamous prescott, y/n just wants to move on or forget, unfortunately, life just keeps bringing them back together. life is strange that way. (apologies for grammar! auto correct, can't live with it, can't live without it.)
