Later, they drove until the stars came out. Chanel didn’t mention the other Polaroid in her bag—the one she’d taken last week, of Daisy asleep in the passenger seat, mouth open, mixtape title scrawled on the bottom in sharpie: sad, but make it vibey.
Chanel’s hand stopped mid-wave. “What?”
Chanel felt something crack in her chest. Chicago was eight hundred miles away. They had never been more than twenty minutes apart.
“Fine,” Chanel sighed, gripping the wheel of her secondhand Jeep. “But if I hear any of that sad-girl folk, I’m dropping you at the next gas station.”
Later, they drove until the stars came out. Chanel didn’t mention the other Polaroid in her bag—the one she’d taken last week, of Daisy asleep in the passenger seat, mouth open, mixtape title scrawled on the bottom in sharpie: sad, but make it vibey.
Chanel’s hand stopped mid-wave. “What?” chanel camryn, daisy lavoy
Chanel felt something crack in her chest. Chicago was eight hundred miles away. They had never been more than twenty minutes apart. Later, they drove until the stars came out
“Fine,” Chanel sighed, gripping the wheel of her secondhand Jeep. “But if I hear any of that sad-girl folk, I’m dropping you at the next gas station.” ” Chanel sighed