Everyone knew her. She was the daughter of Petalburg's gym leader; She used to be the traveling partner of Satoshi; And she was an excellent coordinator.
Harley knew her too; except it wasn't so good. They were rivals; he had an obsession for her to fail; To never succeed.
Now he wants to make up for it; though she will never believe him; he played with her mind her to many times.
His heart ached when he saw her with the rose-giving boy. He doesn't why, but it aches and it feels like somebody stabbed him.
At contests, it's always the same. She's being nice; he taunts her; she sits by him; and it's all over. But he can't stop to feel a bit angry whenever rose-boy smirked at him.
The nerve. He can't stand him. Not at all. He was a nuisance; a boy-toy. But she can't see that.
Sometimes he has the courage to be nice to her, and she will always go back to rose-guy. It wasn't fair.
He acknowledges her. He would always take the chance to bicker with her, even if it was over a silly thing. He loved talking to her.
Yet, she still doesn't know. He knows her, looks at her from a far, and would always step in the way to chat.
He secretly would do anything for her. But rose-guy shows it. He would hold her, laugh with her, and they are rivals. Why couldn't she do the same.
Maybe one day she will open her eyes, and feel disgusted by the smell of roses she wakes up to.
Maybe she will get past those mind-games they play.
Maybe she won't look through him as a crazy, cross-dressing guy.
But that will never happen.
And she'll leave him hanging by a thread.
Because he was Harley.
And she will never acknowledge him.
A/N: Even though I support contestshipping, I feel nobody recognizes Harley as a normal person. So I wrote a cookieshipping poem. Besides, I do like this pairing a bit more than contest.
R&R So I know how I did~