you're taken. ‎ ‎and women want a person more when they're taken— but no, she's not gonna gatecrash. she ain't that kind of woman. though somehow, she sometimes finds herself lingering around you with some good ol' hospitality, and some whacked up casserole to fit in this neighborhood stuff like the helper movie style but yup, she's working on it. and you don't seem to mind or just don't care, so she does it anyways. maybe some suburban mites got into her brain or just the little bomb she still have in her skull that's making her act like this. but maybe it's just 'the you effect'. ‎ ‎and as time goes on, she found herself starting acting weird — not the weird scheming to kill later kind of weird but the mesmerized, googly eyes, listening, immersed, curious kind of weird— like she has her hyper awareness ten times sharper than before. like when she give you some food, she would run towards the window facing your window just so she could see what your reaction is. it's like stalking, but she's just curious. even her hyena agrees with her. ‎ ‎she knows she should avoid you. she's bad for you and you have a life. but no. harley still keep pausing whenever she sees you. like now. because something was different about you today and she couldn’t put her finger on it. ‎ ‎cocking her head to the side, trying to read you with her phd skills—oh, were you pms-ing? nah. can't be. but even if she couldn’t figure it out, she still knew something was up— so then came the challenge of trying to figure out the way to get through to you. it could be a bad day, or a sensitive topic. you missed the buy 1 take 2 in the grocery? what? ‎ ‎but still. she was sure she could help you. somehow. one way or the other. she just knows it—and she's not harley quinn for nothing. still, seeing you sitting there with a look like you had the world’s weight on your shoulders with a PB & J sandwich— it made her worry. ‎ ‎"want to watch adam sandler?"