"Red 24! Red 24! Set… HUT!" Oliver caught the ball that was snapped to him by the larger man in the middle, and then took a few steps back. He looked around and saw an open wide-receiver on the left side. He braced himself, his arm ready to throw. Oliver took a deep breath rooted his both his feet down and tuned out the loud roar of the crowd, and the large men charging at him from the opposing team. Oliver moved his arm back and released the ball over the wall of players in front of him.

The next thing he knew the stadium buzzed louder, and for a moment he could feel the ground beneath him shake with the cheers of the fans.

"TOUCHDOWN! THE STAR ARCHERS WIN IN OVERTIME!"

Oliver shot his arms out in victory at the sound of the announcement, and smiled as saw his teammates rush down the field towards the end zone. Oliver yelled out a cry of victory following his teammates and they all slapped and clapped on Roy Harper for getting the touchdown to seal the game in their favor.

The stadium buzzed with excitement and sound of thousandths of voices combining to sound like a roar of a waterfall. All their hard work had paid off, and to have such an amazing reception from the fans made it all the more amazing.

After a few minutes of celebration, the adrenaline of the game was finally starting to wear down. He looked over to the sidelines where he knew his sister and best friends were. When his eyes did finally land on them he smiled. Thea, Tommy, and Tommy's twin sister Felicity were still cheering for him and the team so loud that other fans were giving them weird faces. He chuckled in his helmet.

He gave them a small wave before running after his team towards the locker room, and taking his helmet off in the way in. The moment he walked in his team cheered and applauded; the yells of grown ass men echoing through the large room.

Oliver's coach got in the center of the huddle holding up the game ball, he looked at Oliver and handed it to him, and the players started cheering.

"To our quarterback, if it hadn't been for your miracle throw we wouldn't have won this game! You deserve this game ball." The coach said and all the players cheered.

Oliver smirked and held the ball now standing amongst his teammates. "I may have thrown the ball, but all of you did a hell of a job tonight. Defense you held out when you needed to and offense you got open when the moment called for it. I say this ball belongs to one in particular and that isn't me…" Oliver smiled and looked over at the rookie wide receiver that had scored the touchdown.

The younger boys green eyes widened and his face busted out in a large smile. "Here ya go kid, you deserved this one. Great job." Oliver handed the ball over to the younger man.

"Thanks." He smiled.

Oliver lifted his fisted hand up in the air, a signal for all of his teammates to do the same.

"Alright, this was a team win. You all deserve game balls, but right now I want you all to celebrate. We beat the Central City Lightning's! Celebrate fellas because we're going to the playoffs!"

The locker room erupted in loud cheers once again. "Archers on three! One… Two… Three! ARCHERS!" The players chanted and afterwards they all went their separate ways to go change. There was definitely a buzz in the room, everyone had smiles plastered all over their faces, and he was no exception.

After the initial excitement died down he headed towards his locker. Opening it up, his eyes automatically landed to the small photo he always took wherever he went. In fact he had several copies of that same photo. It was a photo of Felicity and him during their sophomore year of college. They both ended up traveling halfway across the country to Boston. She went to MIT and he ended up going to Harvard on a Football scholarship. It was a simpler time in his life, just him and his best friend. No nagging and disapproving parents.

His parents totally loathed that he'd chosen to pursue a career in professional football instead of the family business. They never seemed to understand that football was Oliver's passion, something that he was good at… really good at. They never got over it, and even till this day they never attended any of his games.

It hurt him more than he ever led on though. Of course it hurt him that his own parents weren't supportive of his choices, but that was the path he chose. They always cared more about the family business and the family image than Oliver's own dreams.

His parents were probably the only people on Earth who weren't supportive of their son getting a full-ride scholarship (not that he needed it) to an Ivy League school to play football. Plus it's not like Oliver wasted his scholarship and focused only on football, he studied hard and took advantage and got a degree in Economics.

That was his subtle way of compromising; getting a degree in economics and foreign affairs, but even that didn't make his parents proud. If anything it angered them more, they took it as a slap in the face; a tease.

They continued to feel hurt because even after getting a great education their son still chose to become a professional athlete; instead of CEO of a major corporation.

He pulled himself out of his thoughts, and continued to stare at the picture that somehow always made him feel better. In the picture, Felicity was smiling and wearing a large Niners cap just to tease him (he hated the Niners). She was his best friend. She literally knew everything about him; and he loved her. God did he love her. He was so completely in love with her that it hurt him sometimes.

He often wondered why they weren't together, but in truth he knew the reason. He was scared. Terrified because he knew that the moment they became a something other than just best friends there would be no going back. She'd have the power to hurt him more than anyone ever could. Terrified of the fact that he could very well hurt her; terrified because he didn't want to lose her.

She was too good for him, she was good and he was well… Star City's notorious "playboy". The tabloids were quick to paint that picture of him the moment he broke up with Laurel Lance a year ago… Star City's most beloved lawyer.

They'd dated for a little less than a year. He was never in love with her, hell he didn't even like her. He realized after a lot of reflecting after that terrible relationship, that he was a dick. He knew everything that happened to him afterwards with the newspapers and social media was karma, and he regretted it. He regretted dating her in the first place.

He'd cheated on her and was a complete ass to her. It was a time in his life where he wasn't particularly proud of himself.

He had done it out of desperation. During that dark time in his life he was hurt and confused. He was a total idiot in love with his best friend. He was a twenty-two year old, whose heart was completely shattered. Felicity had started dating a guy named Ray Palmer (her now ex-boyfriend). It had been the first time Felicity had gotten in a serious relationship and he was hurt, and all he wanted to do was get rid of it by getting into bed with every woman he possibly could, dating Laurel, hoping to forget about Felicity.

He never did, and he reckoned he would never be able to.

So he ended up hurting Laurel and well she has friends in the Star City newspaper. Now he was known as the famous Oliver Queen, Quarter back of the Star Archers, billionaire and playboy/heartbreaker. He deserved it. He acted like a douche bag letting an unhealthy relationship last as long as it did. Now he wished he'd never gotten into that terrible relationship, because till this day a year later… Laurel still found ways to make his life a living hell. She's what you'd call a psycho ex.

He hated the image he was portrayed as, but he had ultimately dug his own grave. Everything they said about him wasn't all true. Sure he had broken Laurel's heart and sure he had slept with all those women, but that wasn't who he truly was.

He knew that it was a wall he had built around himself when Felicity started dating Ray.

Felicity, his favorite girl was a genius, a beautiful, kind, funny genius. The twin sister of his best friend Tommy. They'd known each other since childhood. He was sure she knew what he felt for her, because he knew she felt the same, and that hurt more than anything.

She didn't make a move; she was brilliant she knew he was scared. Oliver was scared to love her.

"Queen! Stop staring at the picture of your lady!" Oliver huffed. He turned to see one of his best friends John Diggle, a linebacker for the team walk towards him already dressed to go. Oliver rolled his eyes when he saw the teasing glint in his friends brown eyes.

"I swear you look at that thing every time you open up a locker. You need to hurry up and make a move man, before we have a repeat of the last time she got a man." John said slapping his hand on Oliver's shoulder sitting down on his chair. "Plus I don't think I can take another day of you pine over her forever."

Oliver sighed, running his large hands over his face. "Dig you know why I can't do that. We've gone over this."

Dig rolled his eyes, throwing his head back. "Yeah I know why you think you can't do that, but honestly your reasons are shit. You've loved this girl your entire life, and I'm pretty sure she loves you too."

Oliver sat down in the chair next to Dig's. "She deserves better, the media… they'd roast her alive with all the "playboy" shit they keep throwing in my face. Laurel would find a way to mess it all up."

Dig rolled his eyes again and shrugged defeated. "Look man, you don't find love like that every day. You gotta make a choice and fast. She's not going to wait for you forever." John clapped his large hands on his jean clad thighs and stood up looking down at Oliver.

"By the way I think you should let her chose, instead of you choosing for her. Besides that's the excuse you've used recently what about back then? What was the excuse back then huh, before Laurel? Before you went on a sleep with every girl spree?" Dig gave Oliver a serious look.

"Anyways what are you doing after this?" Dig changed the subject, after he saw the look Oliver was giving him.

"Going to Verdant later tonight I'm sure, Tommy you know how he is. He'll use this win as an excuse to throw a big ass party. You're more than welcome to join of course."

"Nah man thanks but Lyla is coming home today from her deployment. Got lots to make up for." He laughed.

"Alright well you give Lyla a hug for me. I'll see you at practice on Monday."

Oliver extended his hand and Dig took it in a loud clap. "Alright then, I'll see you. Take care. And think about what I told you!" Dig shouted while heading out towards the locker room exit.

Oliver turned back in his seat to look at the picture once again. He hung his head backwards and closed his eyes. Taking a deep breath Oliver tried calming down the thoughts racing in his head.

Oliver walked out into the player's parking lot only to see his number one supporters waiting for him by his Black matte Range Rover.

He grinned, his smile growing bigger the closer he got to their chattering voices.

"Ollie!" Thea yelled running up to him and throwing her tiny arms around him.

He chuckled, moving his gym bag behind him. "Hey Speedy."

"You did it! I'm so proud of you big bro. Only two years in the NFL and you're already leading your team into the playoffs!" She squealed letting him go and clapping her hands in excitement.

He smoothed her brown hair back and smiled warmly at her. "Thanks Speedy."

He gave her one last smile before heading towards his two best friends. "Hey big guy! Congrats on the win! You know what this means right? Party at Verdant TONIGHT!" Oliver chuckled, Tommy was too much sometimes.

He could only laugh and say thanks. His eyes automatically gravitated towards the stunning blonde leaning against his car wearing his jersey, jean shorts and white converse. Her hair loose and blowing around her.

Her face glowed with the large smile she was wearing, her adorable dimples on display and her breathtaking blue eyes wide with excitement. His breath hitched a bit, and the adrenaline forming was completely different that what he experienced during a game.

Seeing her wear his jersey with his number and his last name on her back made him go crazy, and a feeling of possessiveness always swelled over him. Even in college she'd wear his jersey's to support him, and he could never get used to the glorious sight.

He made his way towards her smiling, he could feel the strain on his face from the cheesy smile he was sure was on his face. She pushed herself off his car and walked up to him her arms out wide for a hug. He opened his in response and quite literally picked her off her feet. She giggled in his ear and her incredibly soft hair was tickling his face, and her addictive scent overriding his senses.

She smelled like cherry blossoms, he loved her smell. In his arms it was like no one else existed but her.

"Congrats QB. I'm so proud of you." She whispered in his ear. Her joy evident in her tone. He still had his arms wrapped tightly around her. Her feet a few inches off the ground, and her arms around his neck. He loved the feeling of her tiny little body against his. He'd always had such a protective instinct over her, especially with how small she was compared to him, and add in the immense love he felt for her. He savored these moments of pure bliss; they were the only time when he could let himself have what he wanted so desperately.

"Thanks blondie. I had a great cheerleader there to cheer me on."

She giggled and slid down from his arms. Her hands now resting on his biceps. "Me a cheerleader? Please Oliver, I'm an IT girl. You'd never catch me wearing those frilly skirts and waving pom poms." She teased.

"Pretty sure Oliver wouldn't mind if you did Licity!" Thea yelled from behind them.

Oliver snapped his head to give his sister a death glare. Thea shrugged her shoulders innocently and Oliver could hear Tommy trying to stifle his laugh.

He turned back to look at Felicity and saw that her face was red.

"Okaaaay well, it's 3 p.m. and the party won't start till like 10. What shall we do to pass the time?" Tommy quickly cut in… (bless him). Tommy knew Oliver had feelings for Felicity, and unlike Thea, he was a little more discreet about it.

"Let's go eat, I'm sure Oliver's hungry." Felicity offered from beside him. Her face back to its original color, and her freckles in all their charming glory.

"Yeah not going to lie I'm a bit famished. Didn't eat this morning."

"How the hell did you not pass out? I can't even walk up the stairs of the condo without losing my breath. You make me look bad man!" Tommy whined.

"Aww Tom-Tom it's ok, we still love you!" Thea chimed.

Oliver saw Felicity shake her head. "Ok well Big Belly's?"

"Yup!"-"Yes!"-"Going to make me fat!" Everyone said at the same time, Tommy's comment making everyone burst into laughter.

Never a dull moment.

"Hey Licity go with Oliver, we were crowded in my car." Tommy said. Oliver gave his friend a look; he knew exactly what he was doing. Scratch that last part where he said Tommy was a bit more discreet about things.

"Alright we'll meet you guys there." Felicity answered.

Oliver could only smirk and pulled the keys out of his pocket unlocking his car doors. Felicity smiled at him and settled in into the passenger seat.

"I seriously don't understand how you can live with my brother, he's insane." Felicity muttered teasingly.

"I'm used to it; he's actually not that bad… only when he brings girls over. He gets really nervous and starts stress cleaning. I'm pretty sure I saw him clean the trash bin once…"

Felicity burst out laughing, her laugh sounded like bells chiming. He loved the sound of her laugh it was the greatest sound, and it always made him feel good knowing he could make her react that way. It was moments like that when all he wanted to do was fuck the world and just kiss her senseless, but he always stopped himself. Reminding himself of how she deserved so much better.

"Oh my gosh Tommy!" Her tiny hands cupped to her mouth she continued to laugh at her brother's antics. "I really shouldn't be surprised, he stress cleaned the day of prom. He was so nervous because he thought Sara was going to stand him up."

Oliver snorted. "I remember, he kept asking me for advise on what to say to her… every gosh damn minute. I didn't even get to enjoy prom."

"Oh Tommy, I wouldn't trade him for anything."

"Agreed."

They stayed in a comfortable silence as they drove through the city.

"So how's work going?" He broke the silence minutes after.

"It's… work." Felicity laid her head back on the head rest.

"I love what I do, but maybe I should've just taken the job my dad was offering instead of trying to be all independent, and work my way to the top. I know my dad scratched his head a bit on that one. He insisted I take the job as head VP of the company… I mean nepotism is something most people frown upon. And I know since Tommy decided to open up Verdant my dad wanted to make sure someone worked in the family company."

"Well I think you did the right thing, you're brilliant Felicity and one day you'll be known as Felicity Merlyn IT genius extraordinaire, instead of just Malcolm Merlyn's daughter. I know it must be tiresome because you know this stuff already and interning is a pain. You chose to work your way up because you want your skills to speak for themselves, and not your last name."

"How do you do that?" She asked. He tore his eyes from the road to glance at her. Her face beaming with pride and thankfulness.

"Do what?"

"Make me feel better."

"I dunno I guess it's just because I know you, and I know what you're capable of."

Felicity placed her soft hand on top of his on the center console and squeezed. He smiled his eyes back on the road.

"Thank you."

"Always."

She pulled her hand away; his skin already missing the warmth.

"So what about you Mr. Famous QB? You guys are going to the playoffs that must be exciting!"

"It is." He grinned.

"Game one starts in two weeks… I just can't believe I've made it this far. I just wish all my loved ones were supportive of what I do. You know how my mom and dad are. After all these years they're still disappointed that I chose a sport over being CEO of Queen Consolidated." He huffed.

"I love Moira and Robert, but they're the ones that are choosing to miss out on all your successes. It's their loss. Someday they'll come to terms with it." Felicity said her hand finding her way back to his, this time leaving it there.

"They have to, because you're doing what you love and you should never be ashamed of that. No matter what just know that Thea and Tommy are proud of you."

She squeezed his hand and he had to look at her, it was as if gravity beckoned him to do so. He could see the sincerity in her face, and the moment her voice rang out in the car his heart gave out a hard thump.

"And always remember that I'll always be your number one fan." She stated matter of fact.

He smiled, his heart beating quick against his chest. He didn't need to answer or say anything, because he didn't have to. She knew him well enough to know that he knew. She was there from the beginning. At his pee-wee games to his NFL games.

She had always been his number one, she was everything to him. This was what their relationship was like, understanding and support for one another.

He looked at her one last time, her face now staring ahead, smiling. Her small, but warm hand still gripping his. His hear once again hurt with the love he held for her, and for the billionth time since he knew what love was, wished that all his fears and anxieties would just go away.

Wooo ok so that's chapter one for you lovelies. I really hope you enjoyed this I know im gonna have so much fun writing this. Thanks for reading and please leave a review if you wish for me to continue.