Disclaimer - I don't own Life is Strange. The Prescotts do. Oh wait, they don't ha


River loved nights like these. The sky seemed utterly black and was swimming in a sea of stars.

When her mind was cluttered, she'd sneak out at night and let the world inspire her. It worked.

Poetry was running through her veins and she bled words at late hours.

The girl was sitting on a bench next to the dormitories, gazing up at the stars, as if they spoke to her. Every once in a while River would take the pencil back in her hand and add a few words to her poem.

But never had it occured that a shaky-legged Nathan Prescott appeared next to a light-post, puffing a cigarette with just as shaky hands. Unlike Nathan, the afro-american girl acknowledged him and how out of it he looked. He wasn't quite there, she could tell.

Hiz gaze was fixed ahead. On nothing at particular.

Nathan took another quick drag, before mumbling inaudible thnigs to himself.

River's eyes snapped back to the sky above them. She should mind her own business.

Her eyes never left the stars, even when she reached for the pencil on the bench. Yet the paper was no longer getting covered with words. Her mind was still with the boy.

River turned her head to Nathan, spoke hesitantly. "I-it's a beautiful night, isn't it?" His hand stopped right before his mouth could inhale the smoke of the cigarette, which was tugged between his index- and middlefinger. His head snapped to the girl on the bench next to him and it was only then, that he had every really saw her.

He nodded his head somewhat eagerly, a dismissive and sarcastic half-smirk playing on his lips. He parted them only slightly, somewhat lazily. "Wonderful."

River knew that he had no desire to carry on a conversation, when he threw the half-way smoked cigarette to the ground and stepped on it, like a bug that he was trying to crush.

She could only watch him with a little shame. "Sorry," River said quietly, but loud enough for her voice to reach him. "You can stay here. I'll leave you alone."

Nathan looked up at her, his mouth overflowing with words, as soon as their gaze met. "No shit can I stay here," He told her in a low voice. "I'm a Prescott - I own this shitho –" Nathan started to inform her, pointing at his chest, when Victoria walked out of the building, interrupting him unknowingly, as she walked down the stairs, seeming as light as a straw. "Bonne nuit!"

River looked at the girl - that was standing behind Nathan now - offering her a polite smile, to which Victoria only returned a scowl, crossing her arms. "And who are you?" She asked, but her tone spoke volumes. The girl had no desire to know the answer to that.

"My name is River," She answered nonetheless, not missing a beat. "Victoria." She adde, a self-pleased look taking over her features.

Victoria raised an unimpressed eyebrow at that. "Hippie." She commented under her breath, before giving her attention to nathan, who was only smirking lightly. He enjoyed watching girls interact in an unfriendly way with each other. "I say we blaze our minds out before planning your birthday-party." She told him into his ear in a low voice.

The girl on the bench tried to focus on the sheet of paper in her lap, but it was useless. Now she only wished for them to go away and leave her in peace with the stars.

She didn't catch the brief look Nathan gave her from the corner of his eye, before looking at Victoria, the girl who was standing at his side, her face so close to his ear that every breath of her tickled him. "Let's do that somewhere else." He replied plainly, taking her wrist into his hand. Victoria accepted, following him.


to be continued

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