Hey everyone! I'm real late to the party in so many ways, but I'm finally here! I'm obsessed with Life is Strange. It's affected the way I view life. I thought I would start with my favorite ship with Max and Warren. I don't want to go on a huge rant about this, but I genuinely feel that Warren is a very misunderstood character and the fan fics are few and far between. Hopefully, I'm rectifying that to a certain degree. If anyone actually does read this, feel free to tell me what you thought. Thank you.

Also, no hate at all for the Pricefield ship. Warren, Max and Chloe are my favorite characters of Life is Strange and any ideas about writing will immediately come from them.

Thank you, again, so much. I've written stories before but this is my first attempt at fanfiction. This story is going to shift perspectives between Warren and Max, respectively. I'll give a little warning before each section on whose perspective it is. Obviously, this one is from Max's. Something to note is that almost every choice based on this is from performing every "romantic" or "affectionate" action geared towards Warren.

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I wake up suddenly with a gasp. How did I get here?

I found myself at the lighthouse. The sunset was waning with beautiful orange and red colors. Ordinarily, I would be taking out my camera and taking a snapshot with my camera; but suddenly, just as I had done in Jefferson's class on that Monday, I was brought to a vivid dream.

"Nobody would even miss your punk-ass, would they?" I hear Nathan scream.

"Get that gun away from me, you psycho!"

Chloe…

The sound of the gunshot brings me back to reality and I'm staring back at the sunset. Shit, my eyes are tearing up. They're already puffy, and I figure Substitute Max has been crying.

'I'm so sorry Chloe.'

I sigh and turn. The lighthouse looks astonishingly… normal. As if the storm never happened. 'This is what Chloe died for? This?'

The scenery was beautiful, but it is so unfair. How can this world still be beautiful if she's still not here? How am I supposed to… to…?

No, she has to be here. She still has to be alive.

But…. I heard her. I heard her die. I heard David Madsen...

"Oh god, Chloe… Get on the ground, Prescott! Now! Chloe… please be alive. Dammit, why the hell are you here? Somebody, get me an ambulance."

I was so helpless, all I could do is sit there crying. 'So much for Super Max.' And suddenly, I'm sick of being here. I'm sick of being in this cruel world, that takes everything I love away. It tried to take Kate, it took Chloe so many times from me, it took my love of photography away….

'No, Max. Stop it. DO NOT think of the Dark Room. Do not imagine the look on Jefferson's face when you asked for one last picture….'

"Stop it. Stop it. Stop it!" I ball my hands into fists and rub my palms into my eyes. "I have to stop thinking about this shit."

I look up into the clear sky. "Why?! Why did you have to take Chloe away! What did she ever do to you! And what about William? About Joyce? Why do you have to be so fucking cruel!"

This is probably the angriest I've ever been. And suddenly, I'm so infuriated at myself. What was the whole point of being able to rewind time if I couldn't stop this shit from happening! I look down to the rocks below. It would be so easy…. I could…

But right as I start to think of Kate, my phone buzzes. "A text, but from who?" I looked around for my bag and for the first time, I notice what I'm wearing.

"Why am I wearing a black dress? And this necklace, where did it come from?" I take off the necklace and examine it in my hand. It's gold, with a doe at the end of the chain. Who would give me a doe necklace?

I put it back on and find my bag. I left it on the bench overlooking the landscape. I dig my phone out of my bag and look at my messages. There are 6 missed calls. Two of them are from my mom, 1 from Kate, and of course 3 of whom from Warren.

Warren…

I received several texts from him too. All of them worried.

"Max where are you? I was supposed to get you."

"Hey Max, the funeral starts in 40 minutes."

"I just ran into Kate. She said she can leave her family for a bit to go too. We're trying to find you. Where are you?"

"Max, I'm starting to get worried. Call Kate or me please."

Jesus Warren, I think to myself. I'm so fucking upset, but I'm slightly happy that I have such good friends with me. Quickly, I send a text to Warren.

'Srry Warren. I got held up. Im at the lithouse. Can u come get me?'

After hitting send, I called Kate. She answered after the first ring.

"Max! We've been so worried about you. Warren just got your text. You're at the lighthouse?"

"Yes, I am. I'm so sorry, I… I lost track of time…"

"It's okay, Max. You don't need to apologize. Warren will be there in 5 minutes, okay? Just stay there. Please."

5 minutes? Okay. That gives me some time to figure things out. So, Chloe is... dead. Today is her funeral and she died Monday. I need to know how things have happened since… Everything that has happened.

I looked back at my phone and going through my messages. Joyce first. I need to see how she's doing.

Monday, 2:27 p.m.: Max, have you heard about what's happened? Is it true? Is my Chloe..."

Me 2:29 p.m.: "Joyce im so sorry. The police have been asking me questions. im so confused. I didnt even know Chloe knew Nathan Prescott. Call me plz."

Joyce on Tuesday 6:12 p.m.: "Max, honey. Please come to the Two Whales 2nite. I have some things of Chloes you might want."

Me, Tuesday 6:12 p.m.: "I'll be there. I hve 2 bring a friend. I dont think I can do this alone. Do u mind?"

"Sure I don't mind. Anything you need Max"

A friend, who did I bring to the Two Whales? And what did I get from Joyce? I need more answers, and looking at my texts isn't going to give me much information. I decide I'll have to look at my journal for answers. I grab my bag and cipher through it. Why are there two notebooks? That doesn't make any sense. Jefferson burned mine, I thought.

Wait a second, when I went back in time from the picture Warren took, I would still have my original notebook. My second notebook must be from this timeline, Substitute Max. "Let me make sure everything is here first."

I shift through my original notebook. There's my writing about Monday. Giving Warren his flash drive, talking to Dana about her pregnancy test, seeing Chloe again…

I squeeze my eyes shut. I could still clearly hear her voice say, "And you're still Max Caulfield."

I smile despite myself. Friday, what did I write Friday…"

I poured it all over again, skipping the parts about the Dark Room… The last thing I wrote was, "Chloe just came back to me, and I'm not going to lose her."

"But did you did lose her, Max! You did, because you're a fuck up! Look at all the amazing things you did with your powers! Chloe's dead and you're the only one who remembers everything…"

Before I can start crying again, my phone rings. It's Warren again.

Warren…

"I'm here, Max! Where are you?"

"I'm sorry, Warren. I was taking a picture beforehand. I'm heading down there now." I scold myself for lying to Warren. I probably shouldn't have lied to him... I should've…

"I have total faith in you when the time comes. I'm so proud of you Max. How could there be a more important moment in history? And I'm in the middle of it with you? So, thank you for trusting me."

"I'm going to start making the right choices from now on, I swear."

I sighed. How do I even know what the right choice is? Chloe thought so when she sacrificed herself. My Chloe, so brave and so strong. I wish I could be strong, like her.

"You're hella strong Maxine."

"Chloe! Where are you?"

"I'm right here, girlfriend."

I see her in front of me, but she seems invisible. I try to touch her, but I can't.

"You can't touch me, Maxine. I'm not really here."

"Max, never Maxine an-"

"That's the Max I know. Listen, I'd love to be alive right now and medicate and piss off step-dou-... I mean, David. But I'm not. I'm in your head, Max."

"Chloe, I miss you so much. I don't... I don't know what to do anymore…"

"You have to find a way, Max. My mom did it when my dad died, and you can do it too. Besides, we're close to your boyfriend's car. I'm sure he'll answer any questions you have."

"You're wrong, Chloe. He's so nice and I trust him so much, but we're not... Together..."

"That's what you think. But remember, I'm the one in your head."

I paused for moment, thinking about this, wanting to cry even more. I took a deep breath and walked to his car. I notice him in the driver's seat. His face is pale but it brightens up with a smile when he sees me. Surprising myself, I feel the corners of my mouth lift slightly and feel the knots in my stomach loosen a little with the sight of him. Warren gets out of the car and says something that I can't hear. I don't hear him clearly, although he may have asked if I'm okay. I don't know if I'll ever be okay again. The one thing I need right now is this: I bury my head in Warren's chest, trying to choke back sobs. Warren hesitates slightly before folding his arms around me. It feels right suddenly, that it's Warren that's the first person I see in this reality. The reality I'm going to be living in from now on.

I'm going to start making the right choices from now on, Warren.