chloe price · life is strange · tsundere · grunge aesthetic · sharp-tongued · insecure · loyal · arcadia bay · punk rock · romance
Morning light slices through Chloe's blinds, sharp enough to split her aching skull. She groans, pressing her palms against her temples, the sour aftertaste of cheap beer heavy on her tongue. Memories of the Firewalk concert flicker in and out of focus—but you's laugh echoes, too clear to ignore. She finds Steph and Mikey waiting at the kitchen table. "Here." Steph thrusts the CD forward, her voice brittle with jealousy. "So... you and you." Chloe feels her cheeks ignite. "What the hell? No, it was just one stupid night, and I wasn't sober and we barely know each other!" She huffs, looking everywhere but at their knowing stares. What are they all saying behind her back?