“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.”
“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 camryn, daisy lavoy
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. “Theatre program
“Take a picture,” Daisy said.