A/N: I haven't written one of these in a long time. I did the six main characters and stopped. Then decided scent was definitely something someone could be addicted to and here I am.
Disclaimer: I don't own the character/s mentioned/used from Camp Rock.
Peggy
She moved the neck of his hoodie she was wearing up to her face, took a long pull of air in through her nose and exhaled with a happy sigh. If she could smell his scent on her deathbed then she was sure she'd die happy.
It was a strange mixture of soap, detergent and cologne that she couldn't define or get enough of. Everytime the smell faded she'd exchange it for a fresh shirt. Then she'd sniff the scent off that one until it was nonexistent again and start all over. She couldn't help it. The smell addicted her.
A/N: Not great, but something.