A/N: Alright, I'm gonna try to write Life is Strange again! And be the REAL Marshfield garbage I am! and people are not dying more...
Let's see, Max and Chloe are friends, Rachel is alive, there are no powers, and yeeeeeaaaaaahhh.
Anyway, I was kind of inspired by some things I've been reading here and there.
Enjoy.
[Max]
"Oh, my dog, are you cereal?" Max ran her hand through her hair, after looking at all the boxes she had left.
She recently moved into the Blackwell dorms, newly 18-years-old and transferred into this senior high school of performing arts. She didn't want to move in alone, but with Chloe only helping ever so slowly day one, it was no wonder that she didn't come by today.
She was glad that her bed, couch, and desk were in the right place. Her first night was rough, being unable to sleep, and her first morning was rougher when different genres of music blasted through the walls and her window is facing towards the sun. She was also a mess, not eating and being the last one in the showers with no hot water to use. Her black t-shirt was folded and wrinkled, her shoulder-length hair was out of place and barely hanging on with a hair tie, and the bags under her eyes really brought out her suffering.
There was a knock on her door.
It was aggressive and they were obviously banging their fist against it.
Max walks over, slowly but surely, and opens her door.
"Heyo Maxaroni, why do you look like shit?" She walks in, clad in a signature white tank, ripped jeans, boots, and her beanie.
"I've been trying to fix up my room. Where have you been?" She closed her door.
"Baking, shooting, hanging around. The usual."
"Of course. Can you help me out right now?"
"I would, but you should, I dunno, go outside. You kinda need it."
Max sighed, "I-I dunno. I should really finish."
"Bitch please, come on, let's go to Two Whales and get some grub. Then, you'll be able to put this room together."
Max takes the hair tie out and puts it around her wrist, "Alright then, let's go."
"Let's hurry then!" Chloe grabs her by the wrist, dragging her out the door.
At the Two Whales diner, finger-snapping jukebox music played, truckers laughed and converse at the bar, other teens sat in the booths, and the waitresses worked hard catering to everyone as the smell of breakfast filled the air.
"Eggs and bacon sounds fucking good right now, right?" Chloe asked as she leans over the table.
"Yeah, I'm starving." Max rubbed the back of her neck.
"No shit, all you're doing right now is making your damn room."
"I know, I know. I just want it done, but I've been somehow procrastinating throughout it."
Max recalls how she just lies on the floor and then browses on her phone for an hour or more before she gets back to work.
"I got your back, Mad Max. I mean, it'll be the SHIT after."
"Chloe, your room is crazy."
"But it's the SHIT!"
The two girls laughed. Max definitely needed this. She felt herself become lighter and her smile hurt her cheeks.
"Anyway," Chloe slams a hand down on the white table, "When you come to school, I see this hot girl everywhere-
"Oh my dog, Chloe, you're just talking about Rachel."
"It is true that Rachel's modelling pictures are all over school."
Rachel is a long-time friend of Chloe's. She was popular, hot, and very likable and charming among the student body and teachers. She was free soul and did what she liked and liked what she did, dreamed of becoming something great and did anything to get it. Max recalls Chloe's distaste for Rachel's boyfriend, Frank, but she seemed happier now. Maybe the two broke up.
Max was just joking, because her friend claims that she sees her all the time and have classes with her, but she never expected that answer.
"Here you go, ladies, eggs and bacon breakfast for the both of you." The waitress walked up and placed the identical plates in front of the both of them.
"Thank you." Max said to her.
"You two enjoy now!"
Chloe digs in right away, shoving as much as possible. Max watched before taking a small portion of egg, fitting on her fork perfectly, and ate some herself.
Through their semi-quiet meal, Max couldn't help but think. She had a crush on Chloe at one point, but figured the two was better as partners in crime and in time. Since this is a new school, she wondered if she'll end up developing a crush again on another girl. Her stomach fluttered at the thought. She liked the idea, but she was doubtful that something might actually happen, as she was aware of how awkward and weird she is.
"Maxi pad, I am talking to you! Earth to Max!" Chloe snapped her fingers in the other's face.
"Wha-?" Max looked up, "I'm sorry, I was just thinking."
"Of what?" Chloe leans over the table.
"I dunno, just thinking of maybe... having a girlfriend here."
"Wow, that's not what I was guessing."
"Which was?"
"Thinking about how hot I am." Chloe throws a wink her way, "But, I see how it is."
"Shut up and eat your food." Max grabs the bacon and bites off a piece, ending the conversation.
After their breakfast, they went back to the girls' dorms. Chloe did live off the campus and drove to school, but stated that she will visit and even sleep in Max's. In Max's room, the two were doing real work and the room was being finished in half the time.
"Are you going to wander around here when I'm gone? Are you going to talk to these girls?"
Max sighs, "I should."
"I mean, you're living with them. Fuck, I would talk to them before I got to my room."
"I know. I know."
"Dude, are these cookies?"
"They're chocolate and coconut. I got them for my birthday. But, don't take any- CHLOE!"
She was already eating one, with the box in one hand and half a cookie in the other. She didn't look sorry or surprised.
"What the hell, Chloe."
"These are really good."
Max took a rolled up poster and hit Chloe on her head, doing so with a sly smirk.
"You're dead, Caulfield!" Chloe exclaimed, dropping the box and running with a cookie in hand.
The two ran around the room, jumping over Max's belongings like obstacles and both laughing and screaming.
"Come back here!"
Max ran to the door, left unlocked, and ran out into the hallway. She thought was she was to just go down the hall, towards the vending machines, however, she was stopped about five steps into running, bumping into something.
The something squeaked as they collided, Max fell hard and the other fell harder. Both simultaneously made a thud noise.
Max rubs her back from the fall and opens her eyes, and became stunned at the sight. She saw a blonde girl, dressed in a black cardigan, a white shirt, and a gray skirt. She was surrounded by dropped papers and binders. Her hair seemed to be in a bun, but some locks have fallen out.
The two locked eyes, deep blue eyes stared into shimmering hazel, and both gasped at each other.
"I'm so sorry!" Max tried to gather up all the material before the girl even moved. "I wasn't looking and my friend was chasing me and-"
"It's fine." She said with a small giggle. "I wasn't looking, you weren't looking, we were going to bump into each other."
As both girls tried to gather the things together, Max couldn't help but look at the golden cross necklace around her neck, swinging at her movements. She can also see, upon closer inspection, the girl had dark circles under her eyes and even a slight tint of pink over her cheeks.
"I need to go," she grabbed half the stuff from Max's hands. "I'll see you around."
She hurries out, speed walking out and to the exit.
"Smooth, Max." Chloe said from Max's door.
"How much did you see?" Max asked with a hand on her neck.
"All of it."
"Why didn't you help me?!"
"She looked like she was into you, I didn't want to ruin that."
Max gulped, "Did she?"
Chloe scoffs and goes back inside the room.
Only one of the two was still working. Max decided to take a timeout with her laptop on the couch while Chloe was stuck putting Max's polaroids on the wall next to her bed.
Max sent a simple message, So sorry I didn't text you until now!
Chloe decided to speak up.
"Are you gonna talk to her?"
"Why should I?" Max mumbled dejectedly, putting her laptop to the side, "I don't think she would want to talk to someone who almost gave her a concussion."
"Plus," Max criss-crosses her legs, looking at Chloe with a tired look in her eyes, "That cross on her neck suggests that she will never be interested in me."
"Do you care that much?"
Max was quiet before replying, "Yeah? But, I just... I don't-"
"Oh shit, Max got a crush already." She said with a smirk.
Max falls back onto the floor, "I hate my life..."
"Don't worry, Mad Max! I will be the best wingman you'll ever have!"
Max just sighs deeply, knowing this is going to get messed up somehow.
[Kate]
Kate's head hurt a bit after that collision. She wished she could have asked for her name or asked to hang out tomorrow, but she was so flustered, she just said she'll "see her around."
See her around?!
She knows she could have said something better than that. She was so scared in that moment; she needed to get out of there as fast as possible. She was on her way back to her dorm, room 222, after having to talk to her photography professor of the current project.
Going to her room right away, she already knew she occupied room 219. She saw the stranger's blue-haired friend for a moment and all she thought about was escaping as fast as possible.
Kate just goes into her room, turning the light on to see everything is as she left it. She double-checked that everything was neat, tidy, and in place. The first thing She does is make sure her rabbit, Alice, was still okay and feed her a carrot.
She placed her bag down by her couch and head to her desk, ready to sketch and practice for the day.
She decided to turn on my laptop and perfectly timed she got a message on it.
Maximum Overdrive: So sorry I didn't text you until now!
Ah, my best friend.
She doesn't know why she let her friend, Alyssa, convince her to get a pen pal, but she did. The online "randomly meet someone and chat" room was so weird at first, but luckily the first person is the last and only. She was from a different country, living in the United Kingdom, but she revealed to be the same age as her. Kate is actually over a week older than her.
Saint_Beverly: It's fine. I actually just got back into my dorm. :)
She just wants to know what she looks like. All her pictures are her photographs, as she stated. And, as great as they are, the face would be nice to see. Her name was TimeBandit_21 when they first met, but it changed to Maximum Overdrive. Kate asked why and it was apparently a hint at her real name.
Maximum Overdrive: That's good, you were busy today?
Kate enjoyed speaking to her and felt a strong connection; even though she was basically talking to someone she has never actually met before.
Saint_Beverly: No, I just had to go and talk to my teachers. I'm guessing you were busy.
Maximum Overdrive: Just a little. :P
Kate giggled to herself. However, she was very silly.
There was another message from her.
Maximum Overdrive: Anyway, I bumped into someone today.
Kate watches the tiny, italicized message saying Maximum is typing...
Maximum Overdrive: I dunno. She was cute, though.
Kate didn't know what she was feeling, but she didn't like it.
But, she replies.
Saint_Beverly: Oh, are you going to talk to her? :)
Kate draws more, drawing little characters and concepts, but no quick reply. It was about fifteen minutes before she decided to add one more message.
Saint_Beverly: Too direct? I'm sorry.
Maximum Overdrive: No no! I'm no good at talking to people! Plus, she's out of my league.
She too bumped into someone and it was a cute stranger as well, so it was some weird parallel. She wanted to type back that she ran into someone too, but for some unknown reason, she held back.
Maximum Overdrive: Can I ask you something?
Saint_Beverly: Of course.
Maximum Overdrive: Do you think about meeting?
Kate was startled by the question, but answered.
Saint_Beverly: All the time. Or just see what you look like, whatever is more comfortable.
Maximum Overdrive: I only ask because I think about it a lot too. When we graduate, we should definitely meet.
Maximum Overdrive: And no, my face will have to wait kek
She expected nothing less. She wouldn't say she had a crush on her. Only because she hasn't seen what she looked like.
She smiled as she typed.
Saint_Beverly: Fair enough. Well, I need to get ready for bed. Class is early.
MaximumOverdrive: Alright. Sleep good. :)
She exits the chat, sighing contently as she moves her papers to the side.
Kate lies down on her back, blanket up to her chest, staring up at the ceiling.
She let her dirty blonde hair fan around her head from moving and tossing around. She believes this is the reason why she has dark circles under her eyes. She was so exhausted.
There was a sudden knock on the door. It wasn't just knocking; it was loud banging.
Her body shook at the sudden noise and she sits up. She looks at her clock, being eleven-twenty PM.
She gets up, stretches her arms a bit, and then walks to the door. She also puts her hair up in a bun, just so it was out of the way.
She opens the door, expecting a person on the other side, but what was left was the intensely dark and scary hallway. She shuts it gently, thinking it was another bully, then goes back to bed.
She hears another unexpected noise. She left her laptop on sleep, but turned on again at the incoming message.
She sits up again. It's not like she hated that noise, but she needed some sleep.
Maximum Overdrive: I'm so sorry to wake you up! I just didn't want to stop talking just yet."
Kate rubbed her eyes but she felt lively from the fact her friend wanted to speak more.
Saint_Beverly: Oh that's alright. :) Was there something on your mind?
Maximum Overdrive: I mean
Maximum Overdrive: I guess I was thinking about...
Kate stared long at Maximum is typing...for what felt like hours.
Maximum Overdrive: you. :)
Kate put her face in her hands in embarrassment. It was flirting and she didn't know what to do. Not only that, it was flirting from another girl. She didn't have a clear idea on how to really feel. She let it happen, but for now, she was stuck in the dark on it.
Saint_Beverly: Stop it you're making me blush!
Maximum Overdrive: But, I just wanna ask you something.
Saint_Beverly: Sure. Anything.
Maximum Overdrive: Why were you on the random chat site anyway?
Saint_Beverly: My friend convinced me. She made a bunch of friends online, so she thought I should? I don't really get along with everyone at my school.
Saint is typing...
She stops typing on her keyboard and backspaces everything out her next message.
Maximum Overdrive: What?! Why?! :(
Saint_Beverly: I'm very open about my beliefs and promote abstinence.
Maximum Overdrive: I understand. I don't think people should bully you ever. The fact that they are doing that just because you speak up about your views is fucked up.
Saint_Beverly: Language!
Maximum Overdrive: Sorry! MESSED up. You know what I mean.
Kate couldn't think of anything after that. The thought was exhausting enough.
Maximum is typing…
Maximum Overdrive: Well, I guess I'll let you go now. (^_^)"
Maximum Overdrive: Sorry to wake you up.
Saint_Beverly: Don't apologize. I'm always happy to talk to you. xoxoxo :)
Maximum Overdrive: Goodnight. XOMAXO
Kate shuts her computer fully. She knew her friend was on the other side of the world and was wide awake.
She imagined her name to be "Max." That's the only thing she can see that could come out of those two words. Also, the "XOMAXO" does say Max in it.
She crawls into bed, groggy and so not ready for class the next day, but she fell asleep the moment her head hit her pillow.
A/N: And that's it. I finally wrote Life is Strange again, because Marshfield iS LACKING. Actually, this has been in my docs for a year.
Review and shit.