Harley Keventry

The first thing Harley really heard from her friend came via the associated press. William Vaughan’s article left Harley feeling cold and insubstantial and the stream of news that followed did nothing to ease anyone’s anxiety. When she got the call from her brother, Harley at last felt some shred of hope. It wasn’t much really, but doing something to help her friend was all Harley really wanted. In other circumstances, Har would’ve been beyond excited to explore the Big Apple. In all honesty, she had at one time daydreamed that someday she and MJ would get an apartment in NYC together and live life like a bad sit com about two country girls adapting to the city life…that had never happened, but it hardly put a stop to Harley’s interest in her friend’s much more sophisticated milieu. As it was, this trip was far more four than a younger Harley would have anticipated. Sitting beside her brother, clogged in traffic, Harley leaned over and squeezed his hand. “I’m glad we’re doing this,” she said, smiling sadly. “MJ needs friends around her, now, more than ever.” If MJ had had this same collapse in a place Harley found completely in appealing, such as the deserts off in the west, she’d be saying the same thing. MJ needed them. That was all that mattered. “You know what,” she added, peering out the window. “We’ve been sitting in place here for almost ten minutes, and the hospital should be just around the block. Let’s pay the cabbie and walk it?” she suggested. The walk wasn't terribly far and, in fact, she was grateful for the fresh air. She knew she'd need every bit of freedom she could take with her: MJ might have need of it. "Ready?" She asked her brother before stepping inside. "Hi, we're looking for Maggie Jean Monroe...or she might be here under the last name Westwood..."

there was a lizard in the shower so i said hello to it and the person showering next to me was like “hi??” i wasn’t sure whether to carry on the conversation or be like sorry i was talking to a lizard 

Favorite Gossip Girl outfits - Blair Waldorf (part 1)

Shock was palpable on Harley's face, mouth agape, eyes wide. Harley fit into nearly every goodie-two-shoes stereotype ever heard of. That might have made spending time with someone like Claire Belfront unlikely, but Harley preferred to think they balanced one another out...She also had a soft spot for the Belfront family (not to mention the entire Pack), which unfortunately (or at least that was how essentially everyone in town put it) included Claire. Whatever the cause, however, Harley was in this by whatever strange twist of fate and now Claire was trying to rub off on her. "Are you suggesting-" Harley's voice went suspiciously low. "I can't possibly steal this! Look at those poor employees. They depend on this for their livelihood!" She paused, shrugging. "And I'll grant you that no one can support themselves on 79¢ but once you start, where does it stop?" her eyes were sharp with concern as she cast an even more suspicious look towards the front of the line. It wasn't a stretch to say that Harley Keventry would make the worst thief of all time. "I'm not like you, Claire! I'm not tough and I'm definitely not cool. I'd never get away with something like that!" she added, hastily. "You might, but not me. I'd be caught and Jaden would have to come pick me up and my mother would probably cry and, sure, she cries alot but all the more reason to not give her another excuse for tears. I would seriously never live this down...It would honestly be the worst thing I have ever done." Harley paused, frowning, as she considered what she'd just said and added, "I have led a very sheltered life."