Chanel Camryn, Daisy Lavoy -

“I wouldn’t have done that,” Chanel whispered. But they both knew she would have.

“Take a picture,” Daisy said.

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 “I wouldn’t have done that,” Chanel whispered

Chanel felt something crack in her chest. Chicago was eight hundred miles away. They had never been more than twenty minutes apart. They were driving north along the coast, no real destination