Wait a minute.
This girl with blue hair is... Chloe?
The Max's best friend?
Time froze while they are looking to each other.
Funny how Max wants too hard to see her and we just found Chloe without searching.
"No way. You again?"- says Nathan.
Warren pushes him on the floor but Nathan starts to punches him.

"Warren!"- screams Max.
"Go, go! I got this."
She doesn't know what to do.
Nathan surely will not him go too easy.
"Get in, girls!" - says Chloe.

We get in to the truck without letting us reapeat it. Before Max and then I.
"Get your punk asses out of there now! Don't even try to run! Nobody messes with me!Nobody!"-Nathan starts beating the truck.

Why is he always so mad?
Chloe starts driving and I see David Madsen, the security guard, running in to the two boys.
At least Warren is safe, for now.
They become more and more little while we go away.

I have no idea where we're going.
But I know it will be an adventure.

The Chloe's car is full of frippery: pens, papers, pendants, a man with a shaking head...
I think we're going in a quiet place, far from the urban center. Near the road there are many trees and vegetation.
I only hope to go back in time for tomorrow's lessons .
"Man, Nathan Prescott is messed up. And dangerous... This day never ends..." - says Max.
" ' Oh, and thanks Chloe!' After five years you're still Max Caufield. Don't give me the guilty face. At least pretend you're glad to see me."- adds sarcastically the girl.
"I'm seriously glad to see you. Oh and thanks, Chloe. It makes perfect sense I'd see you today.- says Max.
"Yes, it's been that kind of day. So what did that freak want with you and..."
At least, Chloe doesn't know my name, as every person at Blackwell do. Thanks, Mr.Jefferson.
"______ ______. She's the new student at the Blackwell. Today was her first day and already saw all of this. I have no idea what Nathan wanted from us. Probably arguing because ______ covered Victoria, one of his friends, with fresh paint."
"Oh, that's make sense."
"But, she deserved it..." - I say quietly, too shy to say more.
"Chill _____, I don't blame you. You know what? I like your attitude."
"So, how do you know Nathan?"- asks Max.
"He's just another Arcadia asshole... Your friend really took a down for you."
"Warren? Yeah, I owe him big time."
"You're not the only one in debt, and you're already casing trouble."
"I thought it would be quiet here. Feels so weird to be back."
"So I guess Seattle sucked hard?"
"I guess. It was cool but... I felt kinda lonely, out of my league."
"And you, _____? Where you studied before?"-Chloe.
"In ______ ."
"And let me guess... You came here for the school?"
I nod.
"I would think Max is the only who fit right in the art school hipsters..."
"Right. You look like the cover of Hipster Girl dot com." - jokes Max.
"At least you're still a smartass."
"That's why I'm here."
"Please, girl. You came back for Blackwell Academy."
"Of course. It's one of the best photography programs in the country... And my favorite teacher, Mark Jefferson. And seems ______ has a crush oh him."
"No way!" - I scream and after laugh.
But, in the deep of my heart, I know that I'm lying. Maybe.
"So you came back to Arcadia Bay for a teacher... not your best friend." - says Chloe, really angry and upset.

"Don't you think I'm happy to see you?"
"No. You were happy to wait five years without a call, or even a text."
Five years?! Damn, Chloe is right.
And here we go. They're arguing.
"I'm sorry. I know things were though on you were I left."
"How do you know? You weren't even here."
" I didn't order my parents to move specifically to fuck you over, Chloe."
"You've been at Blackwell for almost a month without letting me know. 'Nuff said."
"I just wanted to settle in first and not to be such a shy cliché geek. I totally would have contacted you..."
"I bet you don't use these sad excuse on Mr.Jefferson... Don't use them on me, Max."
I think they finisced to talk, but this silence is embarrassing.

"Broken. Oh man, are you cereal?" - says Max , picking up her Polaroid.

"Wow, haven't heard that one in a while..." - Chloe seems calms down.
"Not everything changes. Except my cameras has officially taken a shit."
"My step-douche has a boatload of tools. Maybe you can fix it in my place..."
So Chloe hasn't a real dad. I wonder what's  happened, but for respect I won't ask to her.
Now Chloe is smiling.
I smile too.
"I need very specific tiny tools."- says Max, little sad.
"Nerd alert! My stepdad has a fully stocked garage. And he actually is a tiny tool. Welcome home, Max."

Chloe parks in front of her terraced house.
It's blue and white with two bushes in the front garden. Beside the door is placed an American flag.

Chloe opens the door but Max is still near the truck.
"Come on in, don't be shy."- says Chloe, waiting for us.

I put a hand on Max shoulder and she smiles a bit.
"The house still looks...nice."- she says.
"Home, shit, home."- jokes Chloe.
I laugh and then we get in.

A bird fly away from the window when we enter in the Chloe's bedroom.
Her room is so messy: full of posters, graffiti, CD, and many other things.
Another American flag is placed on her window.
"My room looks a bit different than the last time you saw it."
"It's cool. At least we can chill out.- says Max.
"Man, you have more posters and CD than me..." - I observe.
"This isn't exactly my 'chill-out zone '... My step-fürer makes sure of that."
Chloe lies in her bed made for two person.

"Come in and close the door. Put on some music while I medicate."
For 'medicate' she intends smoking.
My parents always told me to stay away from girls and boys who smoke because they're dangerous, but honestly I think people do that for drive away the pain.
Max closes the door.
"So tell me, what does Max Caufield do for fun now that she's grown-up?" - asks Chloe.
"I take photos. Of me, the world, everything. It may sounds sad, but I have a blast."
"It doesn't sounds that sad."
"I'm happy when I've got a great image in my lens. I'm not lonely, not afraid..."
"Now that's more inspiring. I don't feel so totally hopeless..."
"And you,________, tell me your story. I just met you and I don't know anything about you, except you're going to Blackwell and have a crush on Mark Jefferson."
Chloe smiles.
"What do you do for fun?"
"Obviously I like taking photo with my Polaroid. I love playing the guitar, listening old songs..."
"... And Mark Jefferson."- Max adds laughing.
"No, I'm not." - I smile.
"Come on. I saw the way you were looking at him."
"And I saw the way you were looking Warren."
"Girls, I'm happy to have you at my place but now I just want to hear some good music." - says Chloe
"_______ , search some cool CD. You surely have better testes than mine."- says Max.
She switches on the power strip.
The Hi-If and some colored lights turn on.
I start searching but it was like a treasure hunt.
Her room is so messy that I can't walk without looking where I'm going.
I look inside a box full of polaroids.
In one picture there is Chloe with long and brown hair, and near her there is a man. I read 'Me+Daddy'.

In another she is always with her dad but also with a white cat.

A paper full of mechanic payments, some flyers of Rachel Amber, dirty laundry...
There is a school report of Blackwell Academy full of absents and bad marks on the floor. So she was a student of this school, but I guess she was kicked out.
I give a look in a post card from Rachel Amber on a furniture.

I suppose they were so close and now she is so sad for her missing.
I open a drawer and found some illustrations made by Chloe and Max when they were kids.
Nothing CD yet.
Where the hell is it?
Suddenly I see a metallic box under Chloe's bed.
If the CD isn't here I don't know where to look anymore.
I open it...
Here it is! Finally!
When I take the CD I can see something other in there...

A Rachel picture?
Wait. The photo was folded two times.
I open it and see there is not only Rachel but Chloe too...

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(Every photo is from Life is Strange ep. 1 )