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Chanel’s hand stopped mid-wave. “What?”

They were driving north along the coast, no real destination. That was the thing about Chanel and Daisy: one always planned (Chanel, lists color-coded by urgency), and one always wandered (Daisy, whose life philosophy was we’ll know when we get there ). They had been best friends for six years—since a freshman-year roommate assignment threw a meticulous art history nerd and a chaos-fueled theater kid into a ten-by-twelve dorm room. chanel camryn, daisy lavoy

Here’s a short story based on the names and Daisy Lavoy . Title: The Last Polaroid Chanel’s hand stopped mid-wave

“You know,” Daisy said quietly, not looking at her, “I applied to the conservatory in Chicago.” They had been best friends for six years—since

“Theatre program. Full ride. I didn’t tell you because…” Daisy turned, and for once, the smirk was gone. “Because I didn’t want you to make a list of pros and cons.”