A/N: I do not own Life Is Strange.
Stealing Love
Max was confused the kind of confused that makes no sense. She was sure she had cleaned everything up and put all the little things away. She figured it was one of the side effects of having a messy life when she was younger. Now she couldn't even let a pencil be on the table for more than a few hours. Everything had a place she made sure of it.
Which was why looking at her closet right about now made her head smoke. She organized the entire thing so much that it was engraved in her memory. Tanks, t-shirts, v-necks, polos, button downs, long sleeves, sweaters, and jackets. The shirts were even arranged from their different lengths. Baseball tees went between long sleeves and sweaters.
Max scrunched her nose up her hand reaching out for a sweater that was where her t-shirts were. She shook her head moving it to where it belonged only to huff that there was button down there too. Max dropped both items on the floor arms out in utter frustration. She wasn't some sort of clean freak, no, she just liked having her things organized. She could leave the dishes in the sink for a bit a not freak out.
"Chloe Elizabeth Price!" Max yelled out when her eyes met the other side of the closet. "I can hear you tripping over your own boots!"
Max perked her ears up when she could have sworn she heard "fucking Blackwell ninja" before she heard "Coming!"
Chloe came scrambling up to the room her hair poking out every which way. "What?"
Max narrowed her eyes "Don't what me."
"But then I don't know what to say." Chloe grumbles.
Max stood quiet for a long moment crossing her arms over her chest. Her blue eyes stared at Chloes head trying to hold back her smile. She missed the blue hair remembering all the times her hands been stained blue from redoing it. But she fondly loved the blonde that she was seeing now and then her eyes stopped at Chloes torso. Then jumped down to her pants and then back up to the torso. Oh. Oh no no.
"Baby. Honey. Sweetie."
Chloes eyes widened to the size of plates "I-I didn't do it. I swear."
"I didn't say you did anything, Chlo." Max said her voice even. "So would you like to tell me what your talking about?"
Chloe shook her head no.
Max let out a whine "Che!"
"I missed you, okay! I really fucking missed you."
Max almost fell back into her clothes with how Chloe's face changed. Her eyes where shiny, her cheeks had a light blush and she was fidgeting with her fingers. It was a Chloe Price posture. The same posture when Chloe had said I love you for the first time. The same posture when Chloe wants to be the little spoon, which is almost every day. The posture when Chloe admits something only ever meant for Max to see.
"Babe?"
Chloe laughs but its watery "Your always-fuck. Your flying everywhere, I don't see you for days or sometimes weeks." The former blue head looks at Max with sincere eyes. "Don't give me that look. I'm so fucking proud of you. My woman is famous."
"B-but your hurting. Why didn't you tell me this sooner? I would- I would have-"
"Stayed?"
"In a heart beat."
Chloe snorts walking up to Max slowly pulling the girl down so their both on the floor. Backs against the side of their bed. "Thats exactly the reason why, Super Max. I want you to be successful. I'm not going to hold you back."
"Stop that." Max said sternly grabbing Chloe's hand and kissing it softly. "I would never think that of you."
"I know that too. That's why I never said anything. Look at this room, Max." The blonde replied her arm gesturing to all the walls. "These are everywhere. This your life, your work and I could never take this from you."
"I love you."
Chloe smiled her teeth shining from how wide "I love you too."
"That still doesn't explain the clothes." Max murmured looking at Chloe and her closet. "Or why your wearing them."
Chloe bit her bottom lip "You were gone for almost two weeks. Then your flight got delayed. After the third day someone pissed me off and I couldn't go home to you."
"I'm sorry."
Chloe laughed a bit leaning into Max "Don't be. You called me about five minutes after I got home. Talk about good timing."
"Dork."
"Your dork."
Max turned her head and kissed Chloe "Mine."
"Totally."
"Doesn't explain the clothes."
Chloe turned a bright red hiding her face in Max's neck. She mumbled out the answer but Max couldn't hear. Sighing Chloe powered out her answer.
"Said I missed you but I couldn't have you. So I stole your clothes. They're soft and smell like you and don't make me go on." Chloe groaned from embarrassment.
Max hummed "One more thing?"
"…fine?"
"I love that you wear my clothes." Max furrowed her brow a bit when she thought that Chloe was abit bigger than she was but let it go. "But why is my closet a mess?"
Chloe did a snort scoff hybrid sound "You have that shitty system. I took so many and I didn't know how to put them back."
"Huh. So I was right and you lied."
Chloe frowned "What?"
"Don't what me."
"Oh my god no. Can we just cuddle? I want my woman okay?"
Max laughed loud and hard "Big spoon?" She had to work hard to hold in another laugh when Chloe did the posture she loved so much. "Alright, alright get in."
Slowly they both moved pulling the blankets down and scuttling up. Max made sure to open her arms wide and Chloe moved in close. The photographer held Chloe tightly kissing the back of her neck softly. She had never said it but she missed her woman too. More than said woman would ever really know.
"Che?"
Chloe hummed "Babe?"
"Come with me?"
Chloe tensed "Where?"
"Wherever I go next. Come with me."
Chloe closed her eyes trying to hold back her tears "Your sure?"
"Why-Why wouldn't I be? I want my woman with me too."
Chloe smiled "Nerd."
"Your nerd."
"Yeah, mine."
Max leaned over as Chloe turned her head and they stared at each other marveling at the way their eyes changed. Then like so many times before they kissed, tinged with love and happiness.
They should know better really, that they were connected. Always would be no matter how far they were.
A/N:
I love Pricefield.
I believe Chloe is a big ol' mush ball under it all.