A/N: Hey there! I'm back in writing Life Is Strange. After a long while, I feel ready for this, after writing for other fandoms, like HTTYD or The Last Guardian. To make a new start, I will begin with something cliché, but with a small difference...As for my other Life Is Strange fanfic, Revenge Of The Vortex, I don't even know if I'll continue it, so if you think the story has potential, you can rewrite and continue it.Onto the story!Disclaimer: Obviously I do not own LIS.

Didn't go as planned

Chapter 1

A old, beige truck stopped in the junkyard. It was late afternoon and Chloe and Rachel had made a appointment to meet in their hideout to make some 'serious talk'. At least that was what Chloe said in the message.

The bluenette entered the hideout, to find that her girlfriend was there already.

"Hey."

"What's up?", Chloe asked.

"Good so far.", Rachel said putting out some beer bottles. "Want some?"

"Hell yeah. I need some after such a day."

"Let me guess. Sergeant Dickhead?"

"Yeah, as if I don't have enough nerves already."

"That's why I'm here, right?", Rachel laughed.

Chloe just smiled and got a long swig. The blonde mimicked. The two spend a while talking about their everyday news, and then a short silence.

"Oh, nearly forgot what we came here for."

"Other than just talking? Come on, throw it in!"

"It's something we've been thinking about for a long while, but seriously this time."

Chloe took another swig before continuing.

"Leaving Arcadia."

"For real?"

"Yes. We've been talking about that."

"Out of Bigfootville and into Los Angeles.", Rachel smiled, moving the content of the bottle back and forth. "Of course, why not? You just got to tell me how."

"True. I still got a debt to Frank. I owe him, big time."

"Where will we find the money? If we can't do that, we can't leave Arcadia."

Chloe sighed and let the bottle hang loosely between her fingers. Rachel was right. They couldn't leave like that, without any resources. They had everything but money. However it wasn't long until her face brightened, an idea forming in her mind.

"Nathan Prescott."

"What? Did I hear well? You said Prescott? Like Nathan?"

"Mhm."

"Chloe, no."

"Hell yeah, Rachel!"

"We're not going to get money from them."

"Come on! The Prescotts are rich as fuck, they won't miss a few thousands, right?"

"No."

"Yeah."

"No."

"Rachel..."

"Ok, let's suppose that we do get to get the money from them. There is no way, they will no way do so."

"Oh, you know they will. Nathan is selling drugs and you know it. Everyone in Blackwell knows that. But the rest of Arcadia and his parents don't. He surely will give us money so that we keep quiet."

Rachel looked rather worried and nervous at this point. "I'm not so sure Chloe. Nathan is a friend. Also he is unstable. Who knows how far will this go?"

"Who said you will do it? No need to worry, I'll take the heat of something goes wrong. Everything's going to be just right."

"I know.", Rachel smiled. "I'll be around in case things go out of plan."

"Just in case. With you around, what could possibly go wrong?"

"Yeah, he will bring a gun or something?", the blonde laughed.

"We're worrying too much. I mean...", Chloe wasn't able to finish her sentence. They began laughing.

A/N: This is chapter 1. Short, just for the beginning. Because, it's my first time writing Rachel, I hope I got her well, Chloe as well. Constructive critisism is welcomed.See ya!