Ivy pulled her purse higher so that it hung around her shoulder without falling off. The street was calm and she couldn't help but smile at the people screwing around and almost pushing each other into the street. She scoffed at their stupidity and continued on. Turning a corner, she saw her destination come over the horizon. Quickening her pace, she laughed internally at the children chasing off birds. Passing a floral shop, she slowed, looking sadly into the window at the variety of plants. Sighing, she returned to staring at the sky, welcoming the sun on her face. She'd pick something up for herself later. Besides, she was already late for rehearsals.

Making her way up the stairs, she stared ahead at the large theater before her. Her eyes grew dark as she noticed the man snipping away at the grass with the polluting lawnmower in front of him. She began to take a step toward him when a ringing voice sounded behind her.

"Hiya, Red! I didn't know you were into acting!" She turned to see Harley, her best friend, waving at her. Forgetting about the man, she opened her arms, bracing herself for the charging hug she knew she'd receive. As planned, Harley was in her arms in seconds, crushing her lungs before she could finish wrapping her hands around the blonde's back. Ivy smiled and looked over at her.

"How'd you know? The Bag that says "Theater Of Gotham" or the done up hair?"

Harley laughed and let go. "Red, your hair's always done up." Ivy shrugged and continued up the next flight of stairs, Harley bouncing next to her."Just guessin', ya decided to… branch out a bit?" Harley laughed a little and smiled brighter seeing the corner of Ivy's mouth turn up slightly.

"So, why are you here, Harl?"

"Gymnastics Class."

Ivy nodded. "You're still taking it. How long have you been out of college?" She asked, letting the slight turn up bloom into a smile.

"A few years..." Harley didn't register the sentence for a few seconds. Afterward, she put her hands on her hips and turned toward Ivy, but she didn't stop walking. After all, she was late, too. "Hey, wait a minute! Are you calling me old?"

"I'm eternally young. You're always old to me."

Harley smiled and punched her in the arm. They reached the top of the staircase and opened the doors to the theater. They stared in shock at what they saw. A wide, goofy smile spread on Harley's lips, while Ivy's jaw dropped slightly. Anger built in her eyes, but Harley grabbed onto her and pulled her into a hug, soothing her emotions slightly.

"Hey, Harley! Where have you been!"

"Sorry, Summer! Traffic!" Harley yelled back, shaking out of her trance and leaving Ivy to gawk.

"Bullshit, Harl! You walk and I know it!"

Inside the theater, the whole stage was covered in nets and balance beams. Surrounding the beams were gymnasts and actors alike. Ivy swallowed, knowing what was going on.

"Pamela, get your butt down here and get ready! Our show is in two weeks, remember?"

"Right, right. Be right down, Harvey..." She cautiously made her way down the stairs, watching Harley and her friends get into their positions on the stage. Once at the bottom of the stairs, she pulled Harvey aside.

"Why are they here already? I thought the acrobatics teacher wasn't coming for another week!"

Harvey shrugged. "Came early, I guess. Does it matter?"

"Dammit, Harv, I read the script! Don't think I don't know what you're playing at!"

He smiled and walked away, leaving Ivy steaming. She stomped into the dressing room, looking around for her costume. After finding it, she ran her fingers over the seams. She'd made this one herself, and it worked well with the show, she decided no one would miss her old, poorly crafted one that looked like a 9-year-old's first attempt at a cosplay. However, while unbuttoning her shirt, she admired the embroidery on some of the most simple costumes. It was the only thing that she could respect about Jonathan. For a professional tailor, he really sucked at his job.

He should have stayed a doctor.

Ivy would have fired him by now if she ran the theater, but she was not a high authority like Harvey. Lead role in most cases, but not in any position like his. God, she hated Harvey. She let her shirt slip off her shoulders and sighed. After years of wearing fancy, hand- made clothes she'd created herself, she found store bought articles were so underwhelming and rarely fit the way she liked them to. She had rather... "unique" features. She realized how cold her fingers were as they brushed her side. She stretched, letting out another pleased sound as her body untensed.

Suddenly, she heard the door swing open and Ivy looked down from the ceiling, eyes wide. Standing in front of her was Harley. She slowly lowered her arms to her sides, and they stared at each other for a moment. Harley even snuck in a quick eye dip. The loud click the door made when it shut seemed to echo in the silence.

"Hi." She said awkwardly. Clearing her throat, she looked away and headed left, down the other side of the bench between Ivy and the other side of the room. Unfreezing, Ivy breathed in and turned back to her costume. The air seemed heavier than it had been thirty seconds ago, and Ivy felt like she was suffocating. The first performance she'd have with her bestie wasn't going so well…

"You have a nice outfit this performance. You made that one, right?" Ivy paused, looking over at Harley, who was rifling through a bag.

"Um... thanks. I did."

"Mmm." Harley nodded, and the awkward silence became thicker. Shuffling off her khakis, the redhead tossed them in the bag with her shirt.

"Okay, let's not make this weird... We just share a changing room. No biggie, just like summer camp in grade school, right?" Harley said, trying best to defuse the tension.

"I guess, but we weren't... we didn't know..." Ivy couldn't form a sentanc, trying hard to figure out what she ment.

"About growing up an hourglass?"

"Yeah, sure. " Ivy said, slipping the suit over her hips. "But, you're right... it shouldn't be weird... we're friends now." Ivy, pulling the top over her chest, turned to Harley. She seemed to had found what she'd been looking for, but was stalling for time.

"Remember back then we didn't think we'd ever be friends? I was a nerd and you were one of the popular kids, even before..." Harley stopped herself, looking over the emerald green eyes that tore into her with saddness. It was too late for a save on that one... She turned back to her bag. "I mean, you didn't want to be, did ya..? Man, id'a done anything' to have been in your shoes." Harley stopped looking through her things. Ivy's heart hurt at the pain in her voice. She sat on the edge of the bench, looking at her friend's stance, knowing her own hurt leaked in her eyes. She'd get over him eventually. Eventually.

"Harley, you know that the only reason they liked me was because I didn't want to be liked, right?"

"I... don't follow." She looked up again. Ignoring the way the green hugged Ivy's features, she focused on her friend's face. The hurting eyes were better than what she wanted those curves to do to her. Ivy couldn't know, and she didn't.

"They liked my 'angst', I guess. In all honesty, I admired you and your dorky friends for being able to ditch them so easily." Harley smiled and grabbed what she'd been looking for. Hiding it from Ivy, she made her way out the room.

"See ya on the floor, Red." Harley smiled. Just before heading out the door, she added, "And thanks for the entertainment, you're really into those plants a yours. All those tattoos." The door clicked shut and Ivy felt the air lighten.

She paused, to breathe in the air before stopping. She registered what Harley had said, and tensed as her cheeks flooded with dark colors. "Entertainment?"