The Girl Next Door (JokerXHarley) - SLOW updates

8

Harley's POV

A few weeks later...

Joker and I have gotten really close lately. We skip sometimes, but mostly we just hang out with Ivy, Harvey, Selina, Johnny, and Eddie. Sometime Bruce but he's a goody two shoes.

Currently, we were watching Shameless (U.S.) at J's house.

I sigh. It's end of October now and I think I'm getting sick. When I'm sick, I'm cuddly.

"Why're you sighing?" Joker asks. I sigh again. "I think I'm getting sick." I mumble. He looks at me. "Aw I'm sorry." I nod. I look down at my lap. Joker and I have told each other everything, including our quirks. He sighs. "Come here." He said, opening his arms.

I smile and crawl into his arms. He wraps them around me. He's reclined with his back against the cushion and the armrest. I'm laying on his chest, in between his legs with my arms around his waist.

He's so comfy. He knows I get cuddly when I'm tired, sick, or just on a cuddly mood.

"Y'know Harls," J starts. "I'd only let you do this. If anyone else tried to pull this, I'd beat them senseless." I giggle. "So, I'm special?"

"You have no idea."

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Joker's POV

I love the feeling she gives me.

Butterflies.

She's always so warm, and she always smells sweet. Like Vanilla.

I adjust my hold on her and continue watching the show. She takes a deep breath and nuzzles into my chest. Shit... I don't feel. What is this crap?! I'm the mother fucking Joker!

Abruptly I push her off. She falls onto the floor with a squeal. "J-J...?"

"It's Joker, to you."

She stands up. Her face shows anger, and her eyes show sadness. "J-Joker..." Her voice shook, making my heart hurt even more.

Emotions are a sign of weakness, I can't be weak. I'm the Joker! She's the first person I care about. I just can't bring myself to care for her anymore than I have. "What's this about..." She asked, reaching for my arm. I slapped her hand away. She looks down. When she looked up she had an expression of pure rage. "Fine."

Her voice was frozen cold. "You don't wanna be friends anymore. We won't be friends." Her Brooklyn accent became thick. "God," she hissed. "My friends were right! You're a no good, bipolar freak!" She yells.

Ouch.

Normally this wouldn't bother me, but come from her... It physically pains me.

"At least I'm not some needy whore." I spat.

She looks at me, like she doesn't know who I am anymore. Her eyes are teary as she slowly shakes her head at me. Harley grabs her things and leaves.

I sit on this couch and put my head in my hands.

A/N:

So, the song I'm singing right now goes like this,

"Baby come back! You can blame it all on me!"

Anyways, that was chapter 8! Drama! If you haven't guessed, they like each other but sorta don't know it. They're in that awkward we're-friends-but-I-like-you-and-I-know-you like-me-but-I'm-not-gonna-say-it-until-you-do phase.

Later, crazies! <3

Xoxo,

~Ari