"It's you and me, there's nothing like this
Miss Americana and The Heartbreak Prince
We're so sad, we paint the town blue
Voted most likely to run away with you"
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In which Harley Gilmore prefers to...
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"Oh my god! It's like a metronome inside my brain!" Harley shouted as she huffed, tossing her pillow off her head as she brushed her long blonde locks out of her face. Harley begrudgingly rose from her bed, the unidentified source of the banging finally driving her over the edge.
She grumbled under her breath a few inaudible threats at the unknown source of noise as she threw a light grey Yale crewneck over the cami she was wearing with a pair of black yoga pants.
Walking outside she shielded her eyes with one hand, the bright sun causing her retinas to burn. "Luke. why do you insist on making me feel so incredibly homicidal?" The girl questioned. "Good morning to you too, champ." Luke snickered as he stopped hammering a nail into the porch railing.
"Hmm, aren't you just a ball of sunshine?" Harley smiled mockingly before storming away from the man. Walking through the grass between her house and the Patterson's the girl regretted not throwing on a pair of slippers. "God, that man is such a freak. I mean who hammers at six in the morning?" Harley ranted as she went straight to the coffee pot.
"Morning, hun." Cece greeted as she ate a plate of eggs while flipping through a home decor magazine. "Where's Spence?" Harley questioned as she grabbed a large coffee cup and poured an obscure amount of sugar into it.
"With his sperm donor, The dick insisted they have one on one practice every Thursday morning." Harley hummed before sitting down across from the woman. "Hey, Who's hammering who?" Cece questioned as she looked up from the magazine in her hand. "Luke and our porch rail. Very controversial, I know."
"You know, I always took him for a hardwood type of guy." Cece shrugged as she took a sip of the herbal tea in her cup. "There's leftover Chinese in the fridge, and if you want an actual breakfast there's muffins in the microwave. I've got to get to the gallery."
"The mobile is coming in today?" Harley questioned as she opened the fridge, pulling out a white box of noodles and a pair of chopsticks. "Yeah, but my imbecile intern has the construction guys scheduled to put in the new light fixtures and assemble all the podiums at the same exact time that my artists are going to be setting up."
"You're turning purple." Harley interrupted to no avail as the older blonde woman simply gave her a look before continuing on with her rant.
"And on top of all of that, my main exhibitionist has yet to complete her set on deadline." Cece shot the girl a pointed look that caused Harley to gasp. "Hey, you can't rush artistic genius." Harley tried but received a glare from the older woman.
"It'll be done by the end of the month." Harley backtracked as she looked away from the woman.
"It better, you can even come by and use the studio. There's only going to be two other people using it. One of the artists is around your age. Total hottie." Harley playfully shook her head at the woman's antics before Cece kissed her forehead with a small bye and exited the house, the sound of the girl's mother shouting escaping through the opened door.
