Harley's POV

I blinked open my eyes to the bright early morning.

Workout time. 

Standing straight up and running to my closet, I almost tripped and DIED!! Well... maybe not...

I chose a gray sports bra, gray legging cut offs and a water bottle. Then I went downstairs, took a left, opened the second door on the left and was in the gym.

It was huge, with four treadmills, two stationary bikes, two weight lifting stands and benches, two stair things, four yoga mats, a rowing set, and some other things, plus the middle space was empty, and one wall was a window that showed our pool. I started with the treadmill, going at a slow speed and blasting my music. Once I was sweaty and sticky and feeling yucky I went to the bike.

When I could feel my lungs burning and my vision was blurry I decided it was time for a snack break. I went into the kitchen and cut an apple, poured some extra thick caramel into a mini bowl, and made a salad. I sliced off the top of a lemon and stabbed in a spraying nossle so that my salad would be mist covered. 

I ate kind of slow because I really hated exercising, and when it was gone I stared at my Instagram feed.

Devil came meowing and howling for food so I stood up and fed him.

Now I'm staring at the fridge, trying not to look at the camera screen and see the cake.

Oh, sweet chocolate layered cake, I can't be with you!! We aren't meant to be!! But i need you!!

"Hey Harley. Wanna work out with me?" Michael interrupts my Romeo and Juliet moment with the cake.

"Only if you get krispy creme donuts." 

"Harley, I thought Sundays you were healthy...?"

"Well, it's my life!! I will eat that cake!!"

"You will get fat, and then what will you do?"

"What's fat?" I sarcastically mumble

"It's when you eat a lot of food and grow bigger.."

"Fat sounds awesome."

He sighs and walks away, obviously irritated by my snippy attitude. I feel bad, so I go to the gym, but he isn't here. I look over and see him furiously swimming laps. I'm really not one for water, I always wear long pants so no one could see the hefty scars on my hips and thighs, and I cover my wrists with makeup.

All because I had felt pain, I wouldn't swim when others were present. Fuck me I guess. With a sigh I grab some dumbbells and squat. At 50 squats I change to sit ups. After 50 of those the doorbell rings, saving me from this torture. 

I run over to it, yank it open and then, just then, I realize that I'm only wearing a sports bra and leggings and I'm covered in sweat and dirt and my hair is sticking to my face and I'm gasping for air and my breath probably stinks.

Good thing it's only Ivey. She steps inside, a huge suitcase by her side, and glares at me.

"You poor darling, it's going to take a shower and lots of soap to clean this up!! We have to leave in 4 hours, Harley!!" 

"Shit! Come in, we'll go straight to my bathroom to get ready!!" 

I guide her up the stairs and she shoves past me into my room, grabbing my neatly folded outfit and my perfume bag. My bathroom already holds my hefty makeup collection in three large drawers. 

She shoves me into the frosted glass shower and yells 

"15 minutes Bitch!! I mean it!!"

I cover my head in a layer of my favorite strawberry banana Minion 3-1 soap, the kids stuff, and start lathering up. Next I slap some on my lufa and wash my body. I shave and exfoliate, shave again and rinse. I turn off the hot water and step out. 

"Shield your eyes!!" I screeched. She covered them, and I stepped past her to get a towel. Once my hair and body were wrapped up I cleared my throat and she opened her clear blue eyes.

"Let's get started Bitch."

She stripped down to her underwear and grabbed her new pink lingerie set, glaring a warning to me as she steps into the closet to change. I pull on my lace white bra and undies. She comes back in and we both cover our bodies in lotion. She plugs in my blow dryer and starts singing into it.

"SHOW ME DANGER!! SHA LA LA LA!!" 

I unplug the blow dryer and plug in my favorite straightener. It takes five minutes to heat up so I turn to my best friend, who is on her phone.

"What hair are you going to do?" She says.

"I don't know, what about you?"

"Why do you think I'm on pinterest?" 

"Good idea. " I flick my phone in and scroll. 

My hair is a dark brown hair that has a red shine in the sunlight color, and it hits my butt.

I find the perfect style quickly and show Ivey.

"Thats cute!! I've decided on a high ponytail."

I nod with a smile and get to work on making my body smell fabulous. I first spray my favorite strawberry banana perfume on my clothes, then I put a thin layer of Vaseline on the inside of my elbows, knees, my neck, wrists, and my ear. Then i dab a bit of my new vanilla perfume on those spots. Next I put on my outfit, then i apply my makeup. I straighten my long hair and Ivey gets to work on the style I chose.

Her hair :)

Ivey tilts her head and smirks. 

"Perfect."

I decide to take her word for it and slip on my new red converse. My ankle shows a bit, which i like, and Ivey sets down and tugs on her hooker shoes, as i call the strappy black high heels.

"Let's go."