A/N: Currently obsessed with Life Is Strange and how gay Max is for Kate. This story will probably be a lengthy one, and yes it is an AU fanfic, so that means no rewind powers for Max. I'm really excited about this fanfic, so I want it to get lots of feedback. If you have any requests/questions/concerns, just PM me and I will try to get back to you as quickly as possible. I'm getting ready to graduate high school myself, so I apologize in advance if my updates are slow. Thanks for reading!

It had been about a week since Maxine Caulfield had arrived at Blackwell Acadamy, and school wasn't even in session just yet. However, Max was always ahead of the game, which is why she had her parents drop her off before school started so she had time to get settled into her dorm and what not. She had spent that extra time exploring the campus, well, at least what she was allowed to explore. So far, the school was to her liking, it was spacious and looked professional. However, it had been forever since she had been to Arcadia Bay, so she had explored the town as well, learning that not much had changed here. That wasn't a surprise to Max though, because she knew that this little town wasn't capable of change.

Since she had gotten that acceptance letter in the mail, Blackwell was all that Max could think about. The school had interested her because it was an exclusive place for seniors in high school, and because of her love for photography. She had been taking pictures ever since she could remember, taking her vintage camera everywhere she went. And she couldn't wait until she began her photography classes, because Mark Jefferson was teaching them. He had been a famous photographer and artist some time ago, so it was obvious that he knew what he was doing, and Max was eager to learn.

It was day number eight that she was here at Blackwell, and school didn't start for another three days. Max had seen some other students start to arrive, but of course she didn't recognize anybody because she was new. None of them had tried to talk to her yet either. Hopefully she wouldn't have a hard time making friends here, after all, she didn't want to be lonely for her senior year in high school. Slipping out of her messy bed, she stood up and sighed as she looked around, "So much for getting settled in..." She mumbled to herself as she looked around all the clutter in her room. There were boxes and bags everywhere, strung out about the room. So far, the only thing she did unpack was her laptop, and that was only because she was a movie junkie, and her stereo, and that was only because she couldn't bear to do anything without music.

Procrastinating was something that Max did very well, but she figured that she had procrastinated long enough. She definitely wanted her room to be all fixed up before classes actually started, so she knew she had to start working on her room right away. She stretched her sore muscles, and decided to get dressed first, throwing on some jeans and a t-shirt. Grabbing her camera, she took a quick picture of herself, wanting to remember this moment; the moment that she really got settled into Blackwell Academy. Max flipped on her stereo, some indie song playing, and she cranked the volume, figuring it would be okay since not many students were here in the dorm yet. And she began sorting through the many boxes, and began unpacking her things, finding a special place for everything.

She danced around her room, humming the lyrics to whatever song was playing, and she was actually enjoying herself. Max felt that this would probably all change once school was actually in session, and the other students had arrived. She had hoped that there would be a few people here that she actually enjoyed talking to and socializing with. Max didn't like people who thought they were better than everyone else, and she didn't like bullies, in fact, she hated them. The brown haired girl had always gotten made fun of when she was younger, and that's why she had vowed to stop bullies in their tracks when she saw them being mean to someone.

Max was on her fourth box or so, when there was a barely audible knock at the door. She hadn't met anybody yet, so who in the world could that be coming to visit her? She stood up, and went to turn down her radio before going to the door to answer it. She figured she must have been looking like a hot and sweaty mess, dancing around in her room in the September heat, but she didn't care, so she opened the door anyway. It was a girl, wearing a pair of jeans and a tank top, with blonde hair piled up on top of her head and a gold cross necklace adorned around her neck. She was wearing a smile on her pretty face, but she looked so delicate and fragile. And when her brown eyes met Max's blue eyes, she was mesmerized, if only for a moment.

"Hi." The girl standing at Max's door spoke.

She sounded shy, but Max couldn't be so sure. Maybe the girl was just soft spoken or something like that. She looked nice enough, so Max decided to humor her and indulge in a conversation with her. Hell, who knows? Maybe she'd even get a friend out of this, then she wouldn't feel so alone at Blackwell. Max opened her door wider so she could get a good look at the girl, "Hello." She greeted in reply.

"Are you new to Arcadia Bay? I didn't recognize your name on the dorm assignment sheet." The girl had asked.

Max nodded, "I used to live here when I was younger, but yeah, you could say I'm new. It's been forever since I've been here." She figured that the girl had to have lived here her whole life if she knew everyone in the town. But Arcadia Bay was small, it was kind of hard not to know everyone that lived in the town. And that was not a good thing. Small towns only meant that everybody knew everybody's business, and Max didn't like nosy people to say the least.

"I'm Kate Marsh." The girl, Kate, extended her hand out for Max to shake. "Welcome to Arcadia Bay, or should I say welcome back?" She laughed slightly, causing Max to smile just a bit. "It's nice to meet you." She added. Was she looking to make a friend as well? Maybe a good friendship would blossom out of this first encounter, but Max couldn't tell, the future was so uncertain.

Max shook her hand, "Max Caulfield."

Kate sighed, "I should probably go finish unpacking my stuff, and let you get back to unpacking yours..." She trailed off, looking up at Max. "I'm right across the hall in room 222 if you need anything." She said with a light smile. "Hopefully we'll both enjoy Blackwell Academy."

"Thanks." Max replied, smiling back at Kate, and giving her a slight wave before watching her walk away and shutting her door. There was something about that girl, and Max just couldn't quite put her finger on it, so she decided to write in her journal instead.

A/N: To be continued...?