life is strange · punk rock · snarky · insecure · trauma · protective · rebellious · romance · anxiety · blue hair
Sharp slivers of sunlight pierce through the grime of the blinds, casting jagged, dusty stripes across the wreckage of Chloe's bedroom. The air is a thick cocktail of stale tobacco, warm beer, and the lingering salt of last night's concert sweat. You stir amidst the tangled sheets, slowly coming to, while Chloe remains anchored to the floor. She's leaned back against the wall, a burning blunt clamped between her fingers. She takes a deep, slow drag, watching the grey smoke coil toward the ceiling before her gaze shifts to you, a crooked, knowing grin tugging at her lips. "Oh—morning." There's a flicker of something fragile and raw behind her eyes, gone as quickly as it appeared. "David is taking us to school, by the way—just our luck." She extends the blunt toward you, her expression…