I think it's funny that Victoria says this, because her and Max are, in fact, fated to be friends.
If you think about it, whatever you choose in the game, they still end up being friends in both endings.
In the Bae ending, whether you were nice to her or not, her letter to David implies they're on good terms.
In the Bay ending, Victoria can be seen at Chloe's funeral. Victoria and Chloe couldn't stand each other, so it's safe to assume she's there to support Max, because they became friends during that week.
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Victoria: Oh, for fuck sakes! Stop asking me about hipster Max Hoefield.. she already was a loser when she first got here in campus, I barely care about her at all.
Later on when Maxine’s been ‘check out’ by both genders each every time, Tori's low keying privately storms forward afterwards without hesitation
Victoria: Get the fuck away from my loser!!! Can’t you see that she’s not interested in you after she said ‘No’?! She’s already seeing someone else!!
Maxine: ….. quickly reacts in her mind after Queen B has almost gives away of their secret relationship ‘Oh God, Victoria… give me a better nickname once in awhile and stop calling me your ‘loser’ multiple times.’
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I have this headcanon. If Max didn't show up in the bathroom that day to save Chloe, then Max would've had to save either Warren, Kate, or Victoria. So that way we have a story centered around Max and Warren, Max and Kate or Max and Victoria
Any fanfic writers willing to write, I have the perfect idea for you!
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An excerpt of the multi chapter Chasefield fic I'm currently working on:
“OMG, V, don’t be obvious, but look at the hippie. She totally spaced out and broke that dumb camera of hers.”
Victoria rolled her eyes at Taylor. As if she was ever obvious about spying unless she wanted to be. What is she, an amateur? Still, she leaned back in her seat, changing the angle she was sitting at as if she was getting more comfortable listening to Mr Jefferson. She kept her gaze on him attentively for a few seconds longer (not like that was much of a chore) before she flicked her eyes to the side.
Taylor was right: Max’s camera looked busted, loose parts gathered here and there on the table, and she was visibly stressing out trying to put it back together.
Victoria almost laughed and whispered a snide remark towards Max, when suddenly the words caught in her throat.
A cloud had parted outside as Max was bent over her camera, her knuckles pressed against the side of her head. The hair falling in front of her face was lit up with a golden glow in the rays of the sun, and the soft shadow and light playfully danced across her frowning face.
Before she could think about what she was doing, she reached down to her bag. She took out her camera, aimed it at the vision before her, and with no extra thought, no perfecting the settings, no changing the depth of field, she shot.
The click of her camera snapped her out of it. Hurriedly, she tried to hide her camera again, hoping nobody saw-
“Victoria. I know this is a photography class, and I understand the urge to capture an image can feel overwhelming. But please, pay attention. I don’t get paid to talk at you, I’m here to teach you, and I can’t do that if you aren’t listening when I speak.”
She flinched at Mr Jefferson's reprimand, blushing as she noticed the rest of the class was staring at her.
She scrambled for a convincing cover story. "I'm so sorry Mr Jefferson, I just bumped into my camera bag, and I thought I saw a scratch on the lense and wanted to see if it showed up on a picture. I was paying attention though, you were talking about chiaroscuro? That's like, the interplay between light and dark, right? Like Diane Arbus?"
He sighed. "That's correct Victoria. But please, next time, wait until after class?"
She nodded, and, ignoring her friends' inquisitive looks, she sank into her seat with her arms crossed in front of her.
What the hell was that? Why did Max-fucking-Selfield cause her to completely lose her mind? She was in the middle of class! And not just any other boring class, but Mark Jefferson's class!
And then that picture! It was like she completely forgot everything her parents had taught her about the exact art of photography! It was entirely unprofessional, the environment was completely uncontrolled, the lighting wasn't coming from a precisely calculated angle, her model (whose identity she refused to think about for the moment) wasn't posed to her exact directions to evoke the specific emotions she had determined in advance. Frankly, she was almost convinced she must've damaged her camera by forcing it to take such a terrible photo.
She shot the cause of this… lapse of judgement, a look of disdain, only to startle at the intense stare the normally timid hipster had aimed her way.
Something behind those blue, usually doe-like eyes, had turned its attention to Victoria, and she could almost see the cogs turning in her skull.
For a second, she wondered if this is how prey felt.
Then Max blinked, and the feeling disappeared.
I've been working on this fic for weeks now, and I'm currently about 7k words in? But while I want to have more chapters ready before I actually start publishing it, I got too impatient and had to share this first scene with you all here! Consider it a teaser! Anyway, I hope you like it! Life Is Strange, and especially Maximum Victory/Chasefield has (once again) taken over my heart, and I'm so excited for the moment I can share the full and completed story with you. Which is definitely coming, I'm in a pretty good writing groove and I know where I'm going, so look forward to it!
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