AN: What up, peeps? Here it is, chapter two! Hooray! Let the applause commence. Anyway, I originally wanted to wrap up the story in two chapters, but clearly that shit isn't gonna happen. So, with that said, be on the lookout for chapter three. Now, please enjoy.

"Yo, Maxaroni! You in there?" Snapping fingers in front of her eyes pulled Max from her thoughts. She blinked, remembering where she was and looked at Chloe. "You okay, babe? You kinda spaced out there."

"I'm fine, Che. Just...thinking, I guess," Max responded, her eyes drifting down to watch the steam rise from her mug. Chloe eyed her for a moment. Somehow, the bluenette always knew when something was bothering her Max. It was almost as if she had a sixth sense.

"Is it about that nightmare you had this morning?" she asked in a soft and mildly concerned voice. Max gave her a hesitant nod before taking a sip of her coffee. "Wanna talk about it?"

Max took a deep breath. She'd never really explained to Chloe what it was exactly that had her in such distress. She'd had the nightmare several times before, but only when she slept alone, which wasn't very often these days. "It was about the storm. Again."

"Again?" Chloe's eyes widened with worry and her mouth turned down in annoyance. "Wait, wait, wait- You've had this dream before? And you're just NOW telling me?"

"Calm down, Chloe," Max said, placing her hand on top of the punk's. "It's not that bad." Chloe leaned back in her seat, the leather from her jacket and the booth the pair were sitting in creating a squeaking sound.

"First of all: I can tell when you're lying. Second of all: I will not calm down! Why didn't you tell me about this, Max?" Chloe pulled her hand away from the brunette and crossed her arms. Her piercing blue gaze made Max squirm in her seat as she searched for an explanation.

"I don't know," she confessed, rubbing at the back of her neck. "I didn't want to worry you, I guess." Chloe sighed, placing her hand back on top of Max's.

"Clearly that worked out well. Look Max, you don't have to keep things from me. I want to know what's going on with you." Chloe reached across the table and brushed a stray strand of hair out of Max's face. Although the gesture was a small and quite common one, it never failed to bring a smile to the photographer's face. "Now tell me about this dream."

"It was like those visions I used to get." Max quickly elaborated when she saw Chloe's eyes go wide in fear. "Don't freak out, Che. These were definitely just dreams. Trust me, I would know if they weren't." Once satisfied that Chloe was not going to freak out she continued. "I was standing near the lighthouse, like usual, and there was a huge storm or tornado, or hurricane, or something coming to destroy the town." Max paused to take a sip of her drink. "I don't know why, but I tried to rewind for some reason. It was the only thing I could think to do at the moment. But when I lifted up my hand, it didn't work and instead I just fell on the ground with a nose bleed. The dream always ends with the town getting destroyed and me calling out your name." Max took a deep breath, refilling the air in her lungs and waited for Chloe's reaction.

Chloe let out a breath she didn't realize she was holding, tapping her fingers on the table before she finally spoke. "I'm not sure what to make of that. Could be just a dream...or maybe it means something, I don't know. Just more weird shit in Arcadia Bay." She paused, looking out the window and then back to Max. "You said you've had this dream before, right?" Max nodded.

"Yeah, but only when I sleep by myself. It's like my mind is more at peace when I'm around you." This last part came out a bit quieter than she intended, leaving her face a light shade of red. Chloe's cheeks took on a small blush, as well.

"You really know how to make a girl feel special, Max." Chloe said, a hint of seriousness behind the overall sarcastic comment.

"You are special, Che. You're one of a kind." Chloe's blush exploded across the rest of her face as Max lightly kissed the back of the blue-haired girl's hand. Chloe cleared her throat a couple times in an attempt to regain her composure.

"C'mon, nerd. I'll drive you to school," Chloe said once the crimson glow had faded from her cheeks.

"Oh, joy. We'll get there just in time for my math class." Max placed a few dollars on the table and followed Chloe out into the parking lot.

AN: I do accept prompt ideas, so if you've any Life is Strange prompts, please send them my way.