Author's Note: Greetings fellow readers and writers! Welcome to my second fanfiction and my first Life is Strange story. Yes, I know it's short, but hey, who cares about plot? Now, this story takes place after episode five and just assumes that everything turns out peachy. For the most part. Anyway,hope you enjoy and if you feel so inclined, please drop a review. A civil review, of course. Enjoy!

The wind howled as the sky turned an ashen grey. Torrents of rain smashed against the ground in a never-ending flood. Debris of all kind tore across Max's vision as lighting forked through the clouds, striking the ground with a flurry of sparks. Max opened her mouth to shout, uncaring that the wind smothered her voice. "Chloe!" She took a step towards the edge of the cliff, bracing herself against the razor-like droplets. The town looked as if it were being upwrenched by a giant. The ocean crashed against the harbor, swallowing boats whole. Max turned her horrified gaze to the open sea as a monstrous amalgamation of darkness swirled and twisted above the water. Panic began to wrap itself around Max's mind. I can't just fucking stand here! I have to do something! She instinctively raised her right hand and focused on doing the only thing she could think of. An ear splitting ringing threw Max down on her hands and knees. Blood trickled from her nose and dripped onto the ground, mixing with the rain, turning the water a dark crimson. She could feel tears making their way down her cheeks as she cried out in pain. She clutched the sides of her head and once more looked out to the town, watching helplessly as it was swallowed up by the storm. "Chloe! No!" Max's eyes shot open to find a bedroom flooded with sunlight instead of rain. Her breathing was heavy and tears stung her eyes. Max looked down and realized she had the blankets and sheets in a death grip, her knuckles white. She let out a choked sigh and brought a hand up to dry her tears. Her free hand shot to the right side of the bed, only to grasp at empty air. Chloe was not in her usual spot. Most mornings, the blue-haired punk was either sprawled across the bed or wrapped around Max. But not this morning. Max bolted upright and quickly scanned the room. Her girlfriend was nowhere to be found. "Chloe?" Max called, her voice cracking with sobs. The door to the bedroom was suddenly pushed open and in walked the room's main occupant, carrying what appeared to be a tray with assorted breakfast items on it.

"Oohh, Max, wakey wakey," Chloe began in a sing-song voice. The rest of her words caught in her throat as she took in the expression on the brunette's face. Chloe was at Max's side before the tray she was carrying had clattered to the floor. "Max?! What's wrong?" She pulled Max close to her and brought her hand up and down her back soothingly. Max, now sobbing violently, burrowed her face into Chloe's shoulder. "It's okay, Max. It's okay. I'm right here," Chloe cooed gently, continuing her ministrations. After what felt like an eternity, but in fact had merely been several minutes, Max pulled back. She wiped away the remnants of her tears and sniffled a few times before finally speaking.

"Oh, Chloe! I'm so glad you're here! I- I had a nightmare and," Max paused, the memory of the fear she had felt resurfacing and threatening to reduce her to a sobbing mess yet again. But she swallowed hard, and continued her explanation. "And when I woke up, you weren't here and I started to panic," she finished, concern pooling in her girlfriend's bright, blue eyes. Max noticed this and reached down, grasping Chloe's hand in her own. "I'm sorry if I scared you, Che. But I'm okay now that you're here." Chloe blushed and looked down, running her thumb over Max's fingers.

"God, Max..." the bluenette breathed, a tiny, shy smile pulling at her lips. "You're such a cheesy geek."

"I'm your cheesy geek."

"Not gonna argue with that." Chloe leaned forward and kissed her gently. Max scooted forward, looking to close what distance remained between them, deepening the kiss as she did so. Her hand made it's way around the taller girl's neck, attempting to pull her impossibly closer. "Damn...Max..." Chloe said in between breaths. "Sorry I dropped your breakfast, by the way," she added once they had pulled apart.

"You made me breakfast?" Max asked, failing to stifle a giggle. The thought of the punk-rock girl shuffling around in the kitchen with an apron made her smile widen tenfold.

Chloe looked away again, slightly embarrassed. "I did. And it was going to be super fucking romantic. But then you had to go and get all hysterical on me and that kinda took priority." Max swatted her shoulder playfully before giving her a quick kiss.

"Well, I appreciate the effort nonetheless. It's the thought that counts, after all." She stood up from the bed and crouched down in front of the mess of plates, slightly burnt toast, and eggs.

"Do you think we can salvage it? Or maybe the better question is, do we want to salvage it?"

Chloe clicked her tongue in thought. "Don't know. It's been way over three seconds. And hey! That shit took me hours to make."

"Really, Che? Hours?" Max held up a rather crispy piece of toast, giving Chloe her most sarcastic of expressions.

Chloe rolled her eyes and pulled off her beanie, tossing it at Max's face. "Shut up, nerd. C'mon, get dressed. Or take a shower. Or whatever. Just get ready. We'll go to Two Whales and get our eats on there."