Life is Strange 2: Unexpected Trials
First chapter of the first Episode of my Life is Strange 2 story, enjoy. Due to Life is Strange 2 not being available to select yet from the fandoms, I'm putting it under Life is Strange itself. Anyway, should work out.
Disclaimer: I don't own Life is Strange 2 or its characters.
Episode 1: Secrets
Chapter 1
Wednesday 26th October 2016
The late afternoon sun shone on the neighbourhood of 1452 Lewis Avenue, nicknamed Lame Avenue by some inhabitants. Two of those inhabitants had just disembarked from a school bus having returned from their day at school. The first to get off the bus was a tall teenage boy aged sixteen, almost seventeen, his tanned skin tone hinted at his Hispanic origins, specifically Mexican, her also had short brown hair and brown eyes and was clad in a pair of jeans with sneakers and a grey hoodie with a SQUAD logo on it as well as a simple white T-shirt under it.
With him was a seventeen year old Asian girl, only slightly shorter than the boy, she had light tan skin and brown hair reaching down between her chin and shoulders in length, brown eyes. She was wearing a pair of black skinny jeans with a dark grey sweater and yellow high-tops. The boy was checking his phone, biting his lip, clearly concerned about something.
Noticing this the girl stood on tip-toe, peeking over his shoulder, trying to see his phone.
Noticing this the boy hid it from him. "Hey, no peeking, Miss Park."
Laughing good naturedly at this she stepped up next to him.
"Oh really Mr. Diaz and what is so secret you don't want me to see it?" She teased. "Texting Jenn Murphy huh?"
Immediately the boy looked away, trying to hide his blush. "Urgh, seriously."
Sighing the girl shook her head. "C'mon Sean, let's see it."
Sean Diaz reluctantly gave in and handed his phone to the girl.
Thrusting his hands in his pockets he fretted over what she would say. It was true, he was trying to text Jenn Murphy, a girl at school whom he had a crush on, trying to lay some groundwork, hoping to work up the nerve to finally ask her out at the Halloween themed party that was due to be held in two days by one of his friends.
'All the same, who knows what Lyla will do...' He reflected worriedly.
"You're kidding." Lyla Park suddenly burst out. "This is the best you can do? 'Hey Jenn, u going to the party'. Seriously, you have no game."
Sean shrugged. "What you can do better."
"Of course I can, let Lyla the Love Witch work her matchmaker skills." She replied with a smirk.
Sean became anxious again. "Just...don't make me sound like a dork."
Lyla laughed. "I said matchmaker, not miracle worker."
"Oh ha-ha." Sean replied, finally taking his phone back and checking it. "Would be awesome 2 see u there?"
Lyla nodded. "Trust me, combined with yours, it'll work."
Sean nodded slowly before putting the phone back in his pocket. As they walked on down the street however they had the displeasure of noting someone familiar sitting on the front porch of their house. It was a young man of eighteen with fair skin, short brown hair, hazel eyes and a strong build, with a notable scar across the bridge of his nose. He was wearing a pair of grey athletic shorts with a silver chain attached to the waistband, a grey baseball T-shirt with dark blue sleeves and simple black shoes.
It was Brett Foster, Sean's neighbour and all around bully.
"Hey lovebirds." He sneered at them. "Back from the loony bin."
"Fuck you asshole!" Lyla snapped, flipping him off, not even looking at him.
Sean grimaced, knowing his words had been aimed generally at both of them, taunting them about school, Brett being a high school drop out. But his words had a more specific meaning for Lyla, due to her mental health issues.
Sean shook his head. "Ignore him, he's not worth it."
"I know, I just...fuck it, we've got more important things to talk about." Lyla replied.
By this point they were well away from Brett and outside the Diaz family home; a simple low home consisting of two floors, the main floor and the lower garage and storage room. Taking a seat on the porch together Sean and Lyla looked around, taking in their surroundings. As they sat Lyla took out her cigarettes, pulled one out of the pack and held it out to Sean.
"Want one?"
"No can do." He replied. "Can't have dad busting me again."
Lyla shrugged. "He won't bust me and you know it, he likes me too much."
They both laughed and Lyla light her cigarette and inhaled before taking it away and gently exhaling. They sat quietly for a while, until finally Lyla grinned.
"So anyway, we need to figure out stuff for the party." She said.
Also grinning Sean agreed. "True, we need to figure out things like supplies...costumes…?"
Lyla nodded. "True, we might need more than that though...but let's worry about the details later, it's not for a couple of days right. Anyway, shouldn't we be getting home, need to make sure we're all ready and you need to work on your game if you wanna sweep Jenn of her feet."
"Oh shut up." Sean shot back, shaking his head; knowing her teasing was all good natured.
They sat for a while again, while Lyla continued to smoke before finally shrugging.
"Well, I'll see you later, Skype me?"
Sean nodded, standing up. "Sure thing; we'll talk more then."
Still smoking Lyla stood up and nodded to him before heading off down the street, heading for her own house. After watching her go Sean turned and headed up to the front door of the house and opened it, heading inside.
Closing the door behind him Sean paused and smiled as he noted the two other occupants of the house, seated on opposite sides of the kitchen counter, easily visible from the entrance in the living room due to the open-floor plan of the house.
The first was a boy of nine, of average height for his age short messy dark brown hair, brown eyes and the same skin tone as Sean, clad in cargo shorts, a red T-shirt with an unbuttoned blue and black plaid shirt over it and simple sneakers. It was his younger brother, Daniel Diaz.
The other was their father Esteban, a man of forty five, it was from him the boys got their Mexican heritage as well as their hair and eye colour, Esteban's hair being short and neat and facial hair resembling a five o'clock shadow. He was wearing a pair of stained jeans, a white undershirt with a brown button-up work shirt over it and boots, all suitable for his mechanic job, which was the main use for the downstairs garage.
Sean smiled and called out. "I'm home."
His brother and father both react at once, turning to face him.
Daniel was the first to react. "Sean, at last, tell dad..."
"Ah now Daniel, Sean needs to know the whole story." Esteban interrupted.
Sean raised an eyebrow. "What's up?"
He was sensing a little family drama all of a sudden.
Daniel pouted but said nothing; while Esteban explained, smiling.
"So, we need you to settle a little dispute for us. We're down to one last Choc-o-Crisp, the question is, who deserves it more." He explained. "Daniel here who eats about ten of them a day, or your hard working father. You have to the judge."
Sean sighed. 'Oh boy, this again.'
He wasn't surprised, he'd seen these playful disputes often.
Daniel immediately began pleading. "C'mon Sean, I..."
"No pressuring me now." Sean replied, trying to hold back his laughter.
"Fine."
Sean pondered for a moment considering and in the end he couldn't help himself. He soon made his decision.
"Okay, as the judge, I declare..." He announced, picking the Choc-o-Crisp up. "Daniel, the rightful owner of the last Choc-o-Crisp."
Daniel cheered as Sean handed it to him. "Yes!."
Esteban just laughed. "Ha, why am I not surprised."
"Dad!." They both cried out.
He just laughed again. "What it's good that you two are so close. Well, anyway, I better get back to work, you two make yourselves comfortable...Sean, if you have homework, get started."
Sean nodded, knowing he would, but only after he spoke to Lyla. "Sure, Daniel?"
"Already finished." His brother announced with a grin.
Sean just nodded and soon Esteban returned to the garage while both brothers heading their rooms.
Sean smiled lightly as he looked around his room, closing the door behind him. On the wall to the left of the door, a bulletin board was set up with various papers and photos of Sean and his friends. In the corner opposite to the door was a large cabinet, which had Sean's work uniform hanging from one of its handles.
Lying beside the cabinet were his gym bag, a pair of green running shoes, and a speaker. Next to the cabinet was a desk, which held Sean's laptop and mouse, a lava lamp, a cinema light box, a pad of sticky notes, and a pencil holder. He had placed his skateboard underneath the desk, and his red swivel chair was positioned in front of it. On the wall next to the door was a desk, which held Sean's MP3 player, an assortment of DVDs, a speaker, a pair of headphones, a tablet, and a stack of art books.
To the right of the desk was a white bookshelf, which held Sean's collection of novels as well as a sketchbook and a toy rocket ship Daniel had gifted to him. Sean's bed was pushed up against the corner opposite to the door. Underneath the bed were several piles of dirty clothes, and above the bed were two shelves, one of which held several track-and-field trophies Sean had won, while the other held another skateboard.
The brown and blue paint covering the room's walls was visibly beginning to chip, and a yellow paper lantern hung from the center of the ceiling. The walls were covered with various notes, newspaper clippings, posters, magazine clippings, and sticky notes with small doodles that Sean had put up all himself, the sketches were also his own.
Beside the door was a poster for one of Sean's favourite films, The Grub. Next to the bulletin board was another large poster, this one depicting a yellow road streaking across a blue landscape with the words "the end of an era". Above Sean's bed was a poster for a band called "FAILURE", as well as a motivational running poster.
Not wasting any time however Sean immediately made his way over to his computer chair, sat down and set up Skype, ready to call Lyla.
"Hey." He greeted her the moment she answered. "Eager much?"
Lyla just laughed. "About time, so, what's up?"
Sean shrugged. "Ah, just had to break up another little dispute between Dad and Daniel, over who got the last Choc-o-Crisp."
"Awww, that's sweet." Lyla remarked softly.
Sean rolled his eyes. "Yeah, yeah, so, what about the party?"
"Oh yeah, okay, the things we need to get alright." Lyla explained, picking up a notepad. "Got a list here, um…snacks."
"Obviously, better pack extras in case you get the munchies girl." Sean laughed.
Lyla scoffed. "Pff, please, you'll end up hogging most of them anyway, drinks, preferably booze...a blanket for after the party, you know, sit out and watch the stars."
Sean grinned. "Sounds awesome, oh and...weed of course."
"Of course." Lyla remarked.
They both laughed at that. Then a devilish gleam appeared in Lyla's eye.
"Oh and uh, you're gonna need to bring some condoms."
"What, oh shut up." Sean groaned. "This is not..."
She shrugged. "Hey, you never know, better safe than sorry, right?"
"I'm just gonna ignore that implication." He muttered.
Lyla then queried. "Oh and while we're on the subject, you heard from Jenn yet?"
Sean opened his mouth just as his phone indicated a text, from Jenn. "Just there, she's...looking forward to the party as well."
He had answered while checking the text in which Jenn had replied, 'Hi Sean, will be at the party, can't wait to meet you there.' What Sean didn't mention was the winking emoji she had sent at the end of the text.
Lyla nodded. "Awesome."
It was then Sean noted Lyla was smirking knowingly.
He quickly tried to head her off. "Don't even start."
"Alright, chill, we've got time so, we'll figure everything out tomorrow, kay." Lyla replied and then offered.
Sean agreed and with that done he simply settled in to the rest of the day, taking it easy, wondering what tomorrow would bring.
End of chapter, hope you enjoyed it, read and review please.