Girlfriend Imagines/Scenarios (Life is Strange edition)

How You Meet

Chloe Price:
It was a moderately warm winter's eve, and you'd just left the grounds of Blackwell Academy, as classes had finished for the day. You were tired of staring blankly at the bland, cream walls of your dorm room, shotgunning cheap beer and listening to country music, so you'd decided to take the opportunity to go for a walk. Around twenty five minutes into your long expedition of Arcadia Bay, you stumbled upon the grounds of a presumably abandoned junkyard. As you strolled quietly through the abundance of rubbish and scrap metal, the sound of rock music filled your ears. Curiosity grasped your figure, forcing you to follow the sound with intense interest. Your eyes fell upon the vibrant blue tufts of a stranger's hair, that stood on end like a porcupine's spines, splayed out in different directions. A pair of striking blue eyes stretched widely, as they locked with your own, (dull/dark/vibrant) (eye colour) gaze. She turned to her right, twisting to switch off the radio that had caught your attention in the first place. "Hey there, stranger." She said to you, raising a palm in a half-hearted wave of greeting, a coy grin slanting down half of her face. "Hey there, porcupine." You replied, giving the blue-haired girl a fitting nickname. "Porcupine, huh?" She rose her eyebrows in thought, rocking back on her feet and taking a short drag from the cigarette that hung loosely from her left hand. "I like it." She nodded in approval, huffing out a string of smoke rings, patting the spot beside her. "Come sit."

Max Caulfield:
You'd been wandering around the halls of Blackwell aimlessly for around half an hour, now, and you'd begun to grow bored of listening to the same conversations. You sidestepped from your position beside a long row of dull, blue lockers, propped up against the wall, to stride towards the women's bathroom. Once inside, you slipped into a cubicle and sat cross-legged upon the cover of the toilet seat, pulling out a pair of bright orange headphones from the pocket of your jacket. Plugging them into your phone, you let out a soft sigh of exhaustion, leaning your head back against the wall. After around ten minutes of listening to the same three songs, you heard the running of water, indicating that you were no longer alone. Stealthily sliding from the seat without a sound, you pounced upon it, standing on your toes to peer over the stalls. Your eyes landed upon a thin girl, with cropped brown strands of hair, and a pair of dull grey eyes. As your hands began to bleed beads of sweat, your grip on the top of the stall wall began to slip. With a loud string of profanities, you hit the ground, your chin being smacked against said wall with a harsh thud. Your eyes landed upon a thin girl, with cropped brown strands of hair, and a pair of dull grey eyes. As your hands began to bleed beads of sweat, your grip on the top of the stall wall began to slip. "Watch out!" The girl called out to you, making you look down and murmur a soft 'huh', before releasing your tight grip on the solid plastic. You exited the stall with caution, looking at the brunette with gratitude. "Hey..thanks." You chuckled, nervously scratching the back of your neck, as she smiled and giggled softly. "It's no problem." She stated, before turning back to the sink she had previously been stood at, and running her hands under the cool stream of water that the taps expelled. "Hey.. you're Max Caulfield. I've seen you around school. We don't talk much, but your photos are pretty cool." You grinned, hopping up to sit with one leg crossed beneath you atop the sink counters. "Yes, I am. Thanks, I like your sketches." Max countered, sending you a short glance before rubbing the remnants of water on the front of her dark blue jeans. "It's (First Name) (Last Name), right?" She asked, approaching you with the curiosity of a lamb. "Yeah. I've got a test to go fail, but I'll see you around." You promised, shooting Max a half smile, and exiting the bathroom.