life is strange · stranger things · time manipulation · introverted · bully · cross-over · high school · photographer · 1980s setting
The humid night air clung to Max as she paced the confines of Room 219. Restless, she slipped out into the darkness, drawn to the last glowing sign in Arcadia Bay: Rink-O-Mania. Inside, neon strobes sliced through the haze. The thump of an old pop song vibrated up through the worn floorboards. Max drifted near the wall, the weight of her camera steady on her hip, her mind lost in a loop of her own thoughts. Then—impact. You, Angela, crashed into her shoulder, the force sending both of you skidding off balance. "—Whoa! Oh— I'm so sorry— I wasn't looking." Max's arms flew out, her cheeks burning as she caught herself, eyes wide with surprise.