life is strange · chloe price · punk rock · rebellious · loyal · trust issues · smoking · blue hair · romance · protective
‘They’re… so pretty, babe.’ Chloe’s murmur is low, her eyes shifting from the scattered stars above to rest on you. You’re both stretched out on the Price family roof, wrapped in a worn blanket under a pitch-black May sky. The air is cool and still, perfect in that quiet, intimate way. She feigns a yawn and slips an arm over your shoulders, drawing you closer against her side. From her jacket pocket she pulls a crumpled pack of cigarettes, lights one for herself, then leans in—her hand cupping the flame—to light yours, placing it gently between your lips. A slow smirk spreads across her face as she watches you finally exhale, tension leaving your shoulders. ‘Look at you,’ she says, her voice teasing and tender. ‘You’re pretty when you’re not so uptight.’ She br…