Hi everyone! This is my first Olicity fic so please review it would help a lot. Oliver's Thoughts and Felicity's thoughts, enjoy! I don't own these characters of course.

Lose My Mind

Felicity was sleeping peaceful in her queen sized bed dreaming the day away when she felt the bed tip with the weight another person. Being stuck in the in-between world of deep sleep and consciousness, she didn't think much of it. She sighed and rolled on to her back starting to doze off again. That is until the weight on her bed laughed quietly and patted down her hair.

"Ugh…Oliver go away…why did I give you a key to my apartment again?" Felicity moaned and threw her blankets over her head. She had moved into an apartment two weeks ago after she came home from her last year at MIT. She had given Oliver a key in case there was an emergency. "You better be dying or something." He laughed again, louder than before, and laid down on the bed next to her on top of the covers, his left side resting against her right.

"Oh come on, I needed my best friend. That is absolutely an emergency!" he reasoned and poked her in the ribs. She kicked out in retaliation and her foot hit the side of his leg. The effectiveness cut down greatly by the fluffy blanket between them.

"Go bother your other best friend. I am sure he would love the company." Felicity whined in a muffled and sleepy voice. Oliver smiled to himself; she really wasn't a morning person.

"No, I wanted to spend time with my girl. You know you out rank Tommy any day."

"Sure I do."

The tone of her voice sounded skeptical so he decided to prove it. He threw his right arm over her covered form, finding her waist, and snuggled into her. He felt her stiffen before slightly leaning into him. He smiled to himself once again and tried to ignore the feeling she gave him when he was close to her. She giggled in response to cuddly Oliver thankful for the blanket because she was bright red. It wasn't often that he was this touchy, it was a rare occurrence. Every time he was she would blush like crazy and get a swooping feeling in her stomach.

Taking a deep breath to settle herself, Felicity uncovered her head to find Oliver a few inches away from her. He grinned at her, taking in her bed head and sleepy eyes, and squeezed her waist where his right hand still rested. Before she could say something stupid like him having a gorgeous face she retreated into safe territory, sarcasm.

"Oh really, I am number one? So you didn't already call Tommy to see what he was doing? He didn't tell you he was spending the day with Laurel? You aren't just bored without your partner in crime?"

Oliver pouted as if he was hurt and offended, "How dare you even suggest something like that?"

The question earned an eye roll, "Because I know you better than almost any body Queen."

He smirked, "Well isn't that the truth, I wasn't kidding when I said you were my girl earlier."

Felicity scoffed and hit his chest trying not to blush at his charm, but he knew he had her. His smiled widened and his pearl white teeth shown through while his eyes danced with playfulness. Butterflies fluttered in her chest as she tried not squirm under his gaze. Oliver took one look into her eyes and saw a lot going on behind them. So he did what any best friend would do, he began to tickle her. She tried to wiggle away from his hands but found herself trapped under him because he had rolled his lower half on to her.

"St-top! Ol-l-iiver! come o-on!"

She cried out in between giggles trying to reason with him. Soon he was laughing with her and she took her chance. She tangled their legs together and threw her body weight to the side effectively flipping them over. Oliver landed on his back and Felicity was laying half on him with his left wrist in both of her hands; his right held up in surrender. She laughed harder at his wide eyes and shocked expression letting her head fall to his chest along her with hands. He shook his head resting his hands on her shoulders. They took a moment to catch their breath and each noticed how tangled their lower bodies were with the blanket. Felicity sat up and untangled herself avoiding his eyes after realizing their intimate position. Oliver cleared his throat and sat up as well, plan on diffusing the situation.

"Whoa there Jackie Chan, I know you said you took some self-defense classes at MIT last semester but that was some ninja skills." She smirked in response and put her hands up as to fight him. "Alright, down girl. Come on Smoak let's get you up we can have some breakfast and coffee. Then you have a whole amazing day with yours truly."

"Ok fine. However you are making me pancakes because you woke me up before ten on my first official day of summer." She had spent the last two weeks moving all of her things from MIT into the apartment and securing a job at a tech firm that started at the end of September; thus giving her summer off.

After a hearty breakfast of pancakes, eggs, and bacon with coffee cooked by one Oliver Queen the duo decided they would head back to his house to swim.

"Let me go change and we can head out". Felicity stated hopping up from her seat at the dining table and heading back down the hall way to her room.

Watching her leave Oliver swallowed hard and called after her, "Ok I'll clean up breakfast then". He took the dishes to the sink and splashed some water on his face before starting them. When she had gotten out of her bed and started towards the kitchen he lost all sense of thought. Her pajamas were a purple tank top with a polar bear on the front and matching short purple shorts with paw prints from the polar bear all over. All throughout breakfast his mouth was dry and he tried to keep his eyes on her face. His thoughts were spiraling down the drain with the soapy water and he had to grip the sink to force the images of her beautiful body out of his mind. I am so screwed when it comes to my best friend.

Down the hall Felicity wasn't doing much better, she had thrown on her favorite pink bikini and was looking for her favorite MIT tee to put on over it with her jean shorts. She was doing major damage control in her brain. Her thoughts went completely off track while watching Oliver cook breakfast. He was wearing a tight green t-shirt with black arrow heads on it with jeans. His muscles were shown off perfectly in it. Images, not unlike the ones she had during breakfast, of running her hands along his sculpted body emerged and she tried to reel herself in. I am so screwed when it comes to my best friend.

Next chapter is swimming, should be fun! I love writing for them. please review so I can improve and keep writing! xoxo ~ Catie