Hey! This is my second lollie fic, hopefully better than the first. I just love them so much! Review!

"Lois please!" Clarke called after her "I'm sorry! Talk to me!" He flinched when she whipped around and pointed a finger into his face. Her blonde hair glinting in the sunlight

"I can't believe you kept this from me!" she cried "I thought we were friends! For years and years you let me chase the Blur, and the whole time, he was right in front of me!" she gestured to him, and she ran her hands harshly through his hair. He wanted to look down at the ground, he was so ashamed. But he couldn't look away from her eyes.

"I was going to tell you," he whispered

"Oh yeah? When? Weeks? Months? Years?" her anger faded as she stared at him "You could have trusted me," she whispered, brown eyes bright "I wouldn't have told anyone, I wouldn't have splashed your face all over the newspapers. You're more important to me than some silly front page news article." Clarke stared at her sadly, opened his mouth, and then closed it, having nothing to say.

Lois turned and walked out.

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The rain poured down and she wished she'd grabbed her coat before making her grand exit. Did everyone think she was that heartless? That she would put her job above her friends? That she had no morals? A part of her reasoned, why wouldn't they think that? She had never given them any reason to think otherwise.

She turned to cross the road and was halfway across when a loud whirring made her freeze. A black limo screeched to a stop. Four centimetres from where she had been standing. She stood there getting drenched as the passenger door opened.

"Oh my god!" called the young blond man stepping out of the car "Are you alright?"

Lois glared at him through the rain "No thanks to you! What- do you just go speeding past corners? You idiot!"

Oliver's eyes widened as he appraised the soggy woman. "There's a crossing two blocks down, why would you just cut across?"

"I didn't think someone blond haired nut-job would try to run me over!"

At this, he laughed. And Lois frowned at the sound. "Blond haired nut-job," he repeated with a smile. "Good one."

"Glad you find it so funny, but if you'll excuse me." She crossed the road and walked down the street. Oliver tapped the limos roof thoughtfully, before running after her, his expensive suit getting ruined.

"I could give you a ride?"

Lois Lane arched an eyebrow at the limo, and then down at herself. As if she wasn't good enough for it. "No thanks, I can walk."

"I'm Oliver Queen." He called persuasively

Lois shrugged her shoulders at the unfamiliar name "Yeah, so? I'm Lois Lane, don't see me making a big deal about it,"

Oliver's eyes widened further, as his handsome face upturned to the rain. "Come with me, Lois."

Lois laughed, hugging herself tightly, and that's when young Mr Queen noticed that she didn't have a coat on, what on earth was this woman doing? "I know how that story ends 'Oliver'. Get into your car and I'm never seen again,"

He tilted his head to the side, and pointed at the limo. "To wherever you need to go,"

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"You promised you'd take me home." She grimaced as they stepped into the elevator.

"Miss lane, I said I'd take you to where you needed to go, not where you wanted to go. And you need a fresh change of clothes."

"Right, and you just have girls clothes lying around your apartment?" she rolled her eyes, stepping off the elevator and gasping. She recognised the half watch, this was the top of the clock tower. Nearly everything was made of glass, with weights and a yoga mat in the corner. It was decorated expensively and the sofa seemed to gleam. And suddenly it clicked. "Oh…" she whispered in realisation "You're Oliver Queen."

His laughter once again startled her "There we go, my receptionist is off the buy you some clothes." He pulled off his wet shirt, to reveal his muscled torso, and sat on the sofa. "Make yourself comfortable." He looked up at her with a smile, and it struck her just how handsome this young billionaire was.

"I…" she looked down and saw she was soaked through. She felt out of place. "Thank you, for your…hospitality, but I must be going,"

She turned and headed for the door, but he was faster, he stood in front of her, one arm out. Eyes burning into hers "Lois-"

"Miss Lane."

His eye twinkled with amusement "Miss Lane, I would feel terrible if I let you go home soaked to the bone, please, just until your clothes arrive."

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She didn't know how he knew her size, and come to think of it, she didn't know how she was standing in a strangers bathroom, that was about three times the size of her bedroom, trying on clothes. She slid on the jeans, and they fit perfectly, hugging her figure. She flicked between the three silky tops, all of them far too expensive, and decided for the green one. She fixed her hair, and wiped off her makeup, stepping out.

She headed back to the main room, to see him balancing on his hand, body in a perfectly straight line. "Yoga?" she guessed. He opened his eyes, sweat gleaming on his forehead, and he wobbled at the sight of her, he cart wheeled to the right side up and gave her a grin.

"Nice colour choice," he smiled, nodding at the green shirt. He had always liked the colour green, since he was a child. It had been the colour of his uniform, it had been his green arrow colour, the colour of his eyes in the right light.

"Weird colour fetish?" she grinned, pleased at the compliment.

"I do like the colour green," he admitted. She looked around his apartment and frowned. He caught her look. "I've just moved in, haven't had the time to put all my green things around." He relaxed at her laugh. "So…Miss Lane, why where you walking across roads in the rain?"

"Fight with a friend," she answered sadly.

"About?" he prompted curiously

"Secrets,"

He nodded, as if he understood. "Would you…uh…I don't know," he rubbed the back of his neck sheepishly "Like to stay for dinner? I make great lobster," he winked at her.

"Mr Queen-"

"Oliver," he corrected "Unlike you, I quite like my first name."

"Oliver, thank you for everything," she gestured to the new clothes "But…I barely know you,"

"Get to know me," he quipped quickly. He motioned to the breakfast bar as he opened the fridge. She sat down, not really having anywhere else to be.

"Right. Um…do you have any siblings?"

"No," he dismissed the question "Only child," he held out two bottles "White or red?"

"Mix them together," she replied naturally. His smile widened impressively

"That's my favourite,"

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