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Courtneyâs apartment
Three Wednesdays later. Courtney and Ally sat crossed leg in the middle of Courtneyâs rug. It had been a gift from her grandmother. A big fluffy thing, circular, with varying blues; the lighter shades greatly accented by the burnt wooden floor, while the darker shades blurred in. Depending on the point of view- a comic or tragic sky. âIt's tragic!! I donât know what he smells like!â exclaimed Court, her voice raising, panicked. Â âIn books girls always miss the smell of their boyfriend and vice versa. And pshh, Iâve even observed it in real life; do you remember that girl Tory? She lived across the hall. Anyways, she told me that she used to use Jacksonâs sweatshirt as her pillow cover, because that way she could fall asleep to his scent.â Â âAND,â Ally watched curiously, as dread somehow managed to enlarge, Courtneyâs nearly bursting eyes, âwhatifAlexassociatesascentwithme!?â She sounds a bit like a malfunctioning siren, Ally mused. âBecause if some potion mixer-â âPotion mixer?â Courtney glared, âOh shut up! If asked-â âby a potion mixerâ Â She actually hissed then- âYES," Courtney sighed, âif asked by a potion mixer I wouldnât know what scents make up an Alex.â âCourt hold up. Maybe all these people you read about, as well as the Torys and Jacksons of life, smell real bad but donât know it. Like they think they have these lovely scents, but really, itâs the obscene scent of smelliness.â âALISON.â âYea?â âThis is why, I love you.â
