CO-WRITTEN WITH MOGIRL97

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AN 1: Hey guys! Here is a fun little piece we've worked on since early December. We're finally ready to share it with you, and we both hope you like it!

A gazillion of thanks to beta extraordinaire kxmalakhan on Twitter who helped polish this text into what it is today. In regards to the story itself, Morgan dealt with Felicity's POV and Manon with Oliver's (and two train seat-stealers provided us with the inspiration for this fic).

Chapter 1 - Problem, sir?

"36A... 36A…" Felicity muttered to herself as she walked down the center aisle of the plane in search of her seat. Her feet were killing her – she was seriously regretting not taking the time to change out of her heels before heading to the airport. The sooner she could sit down, the happier she would be.

When she arrived at row 36, she shifted her bag over to her other shoulder and looked up to find… someone sitting in her seat and looking out the window. Double checking her ticket one last time to make sure she was definitely supposed to be in seat A, she reached out to tap the man on his shoulder.

"Um, excuse me sir but–"

He turned to face her and her words caught in her throat. Annoyance marred his handsome face and she had a feeling he wasn't going to be keen on her kicking him out of his–her seat.

Oh well.

She put on the most pleasant smile she could muster after a day of dealing with a breach in the server firewall at work. "I'm sorry, but you're in my seat, so would you mind moving?"

He crossed his arms and raised an eyebrow at her, "This is my seat."

She held out her ticket and pointed at the label on the seat. "36A. My seat."

Another older lady arrived at their row and tapped on Felicity's shoulder. "Excuse me miss, I need to get into my seat."

"Seriously?" Felicity sighed in exasperation. "Are you assigned to 36A too?"

"Uhh no. 36B," the woman explained, and Felicity shifted apologetically to let her in.

An extra person in between Felicity and the seat stealer only added to the inconvenience of their conversation, but she certainly wasn't going to deprive someone else of being able to sit down.

"Anyway so…"

"Oliver," the man introduced himself. "And I see that your ticket says 36A – but so does mine. I was here first, so I'm not moving."

"Oh I'm sorry, are we in the third grade? Last one's a rotten egg? I want to sit in my seat, so how about the two of us go get this sorted out?"

The lady in 36B looked back and forth between them awkwardly before slipping a book out of her carry-on and attempting to shut them out.

Oliver raised his hands, "I'm not having a problem. You can go figure it out if it's so important to you."

"It's important to me because I need somewhere to sit and I had somewhere to sit until I discovered you sitting in it."

He smirked, "How many times do you think you've used the words seat and sit so far in this conversation?"

She closed her eyes and took a deep breath. It didn't calm her down.

"Okay do you know how rude you're being right now?" she snapped. "I have had a really terrible day and I just want to sit down and–"

"Excuse me, ma'am?"

Felicity turned and saw a flight attendant standing in the aisle, confusion clear on her face, "Is there a problem I could help you with?"

"Yes…" Felicity checked her name tag, "Lisa. There is something you could help me with. This man is sitting in my seat and he refuses to move."

Oliver leaned over the lady in the aisle seat and waved. "Hi. Didn't steal her seat because it's actually mine."

Felicity handed her ticket to the flight attendant, "As you can see, it's my seat."

The attendant turned to Oliver, "She's right, this is her seat."

Oliver pulled his ticket out of his bag and handed it over.

"And… it's also his seat. So I guess we do have a problem. Give me one second and I'm sure this will be resolved," she assured them and turned to walk back down the aisle.

Felicity pulled out her phone while they waited and shot a quick text to Laurel.

sent at 5:33pm
Made it onto the plane. Dealing with a JERK :/ Can't wait to see you!

Laurel replied almost immediately.

sent at 5:34pm
 Ugh sorry :(( See you soon!

When she looked up, the flight attendant was making her way back to their row and the look on her face was not very reassuring.

"On behalf of the airline, I would like to apologize," she began. "It seems there was a glitch in the system and we double booked this seat."

Felicity clutched her phone tightly, "So what does that mean for me?"

"The good news is that there happens to be some space open in first class so I would be happy to show you to a seat there."

Felicity smiled gratefully, "Thank you so much."

"Wait a minute," Oliver spoke up. "Why does she get the upgrade? This mess-up has affected me too."

"Oh really? Because I'm pretty sure that just a minute ago you said that you didn't have a problem," Felicity reminded him.

"You were the one who insisted on this being your seat, so why don't you take it and I'll go sit in first class?"

Felicity shook her head, "Absolutely not. You caused me the inconvenience, I'll be taking that seat in first class."

Oliver stood up abruptly and the woman next to him dropped her book into her lap in surprise.

He flashed a charming smile at the flight attendant, "Lisa, I really would like that first class seat."

Felicity gritted her teeth in frustration, "She offered it to me, not you." She turned to the flight attendant, "You offered it to me, right Lisa?"

Lisa's eyes widened, "You know what? I'm almost positive that there are two seats available in first class so how about the three of us all head up there right now before the two of you cause any more of a disturbance than you already have?"

Felicity looked around and, noticing that most of the passengers were eyeing them with a mixture of annoyance and amusement, she blushed.

"That sounds like a lovely idea Lisa."

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It had been twenty minutes – twenty minutes – and Oliver was greatly considering stabbing his neighbor with the pen he was clutching in his hand.

His day hadn't started quite so badly. He had gotten up five minutes before his alarm clock, there were no traffic jams on his way to Queen Consolidated, and the sun was shining high in the sky.

Oliver had thought today would have been a good day. He could not have been any more wrong in the matter.

It had all started to go downhill at eleven, when his dad informed him that the board was to hold an emergency meeting at one, after QC's stock lost two points overnight. That meant he had to reschedule his meeting with the head of Applied Sciences concerning the construction of the new building – which meant in turn that he had to miss out on his best friend's rehearsal dinner.

That also meant he had missed the private jet and had been forced to purchase plane tickets. And as luck would have it, the only tickets left were not only a connecting flight, but also in economy.

Oliver had to repress a shudder at the thought. He never flew economy.

And then – as if all that wasn't enough –, this girl came up to him and tried to have him kicked out of his own seat. Which resulted in them being escorted to first class where he naively believed he would never have to see her again.

Oh, how wrong had he been.

Because it turned out, as the flight attendant had so conveniently forgotten to specify before, that both the first class seats she had so graciously offered were next to one another. Which made sense, considering the fact that the two people who missed the plane and left a vacancy were a couple.

At this point, he was ready to go back to the commercial seat – or even better, make her go back to the commercial seat – when the attendant told them that they either took those seats or would be asked to leave the plane altogether. He had already missed out on a part of Tommy's wedding, he wouldn't – couldn't – miss the ceremony.

So he stayed. And came to the conclusion that the universe apparently hated him.

And now, to make matters even worse, it had been twenty minutes that the loud music blasting through her earphones were preventing him from getting any work done.

Strike that, the universe officially hated him.

Oliver took one deep breath before tapping the girl on the shoulder with a little more force than necessary. As she turned towards him, her eyes shooting daggers in his direction, he let out, "Could you please turn off your music? It filters through your earphones and prevents me from working."

"Well I'm sorry, but I need music to work."

"What makes your work more important than mine?"

"What makes yours more important than mine?"

Deciding this wasn't worth the headache this conversation was sure to bring him, Oliver rubbed his temples before asking the flight attendant for another glass of whiskey.

This was going to be a long flight.

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When the plane finally landed in Hawaii, Felicity could not be more relieved. She was more than eager to never see Oliver again. Her first class experience had been tainted by his presence – his aggravating presence. She wasn't just annoyed because he had been rude to her during the stolen seat fiasco, oh no, he was literally the worst person she had ever sat next to on a plane. Yeah, worse than the gross guy who talked in his sleep about his mistress Helen – in great detail – the entire way to her conference in Miami. The trip she had forgotten her headphones on.

No, Oliver was way worse. He complained about her music, his fingers never stopped rubbing together in this twitch that made her nervous, he stared at her, he fidgeted, he tapped his pen on the table in front of them for a solid half hour– okay, so maybe Mistress Helen Man was worse, but Oliver was definitely number two on her list. He had this attitude about him that reeked of self-proclaimed importance but she didn't care enough to ask him about his important work that she was disturbing with her music. Or speak to him at all.

The flight attendant seemed to take an eternity to go over the procedure for disboarding and as soon as their section was dismissed, she was already rising from her seat.

"Wait," Oliver spoke up and she looked back over her shoulder to see him standing there with her glasses case in his hand. "Wouldn't want to forget these."

"Thank you," she muttered, taking the case from him and slipping it into her bag.

Now, she was free from him.

Making her way down to baggage pick-up, she spotted her suitcase coming out of the conveyor belt and grabbed it. As she was maneuvering her way through the terminal, she heard her phone beep and pulled it out to see a text from Laurel.

sent at 1:34am
Sara took one of the rental cars to come get you

Out on the concourse, Felicity scanned the crowd for her friend. She smiled when she spotted Sara waving at her, and she headed in her direction.

"Ugh thank you for coming to get me. I am so exhausted."

Sara hugged her, "No problem. I take it you won't be joining the rehearsal dinner after party when we get to the resort? You missed Tommy and Laurel dueting to a moving karaoke rendition of Time after Time."

Felicity snorted, "Someone better have gotten that on video. And yeah, there is no way I will be joining the party. After the day that I've had, a hot shower and a comfy bed is pretty much the only things I want."

"No worries, I'll text it to you asap," Sara assured her with a grin. "Let's get you back to that shower and bed. Not going to lie, Laurel and Tommy managed to pick a pretty sweet resort for their wedding. Steam showers, memory foam mattresses, personal balconies that look out over the beach... you might cry when you see your room."

"Tommy's favorite thing to do is spoil Laurel, did we really expect anything less?"

Sara shook her head, "Nope. So what happened on the plane? Laurel said you were super ticked when you texted her earlier."

"Oh, I only had to deal with the biggest jerk ever." Felicity rolled her eyes, "The airline messed up my ticket and I was double booked with this guy who only made the predicament worse. Between the hacker armada at work and seat stealer, I almost committed murder today, Sara."

"Yikes," Sara cringed as she slid into the car.

Felicity sat her suitcase in the trunk before getting into the passenger side. "We ended up both getting upgraded to first class, but of course we had to sit next to each other so I couldn't even enjoy that amazing leg room."

"Felicity, you're like 5' 5". How much leg room do you really need?"

"Okay, point taken – but he was so annoying."

Sara started the car and asked, "Worse than that weird guy who told you about his mistress in his sleep?"

Felicity cringed, "I have come to the conclusion that nothing will ever top that, but this was a close second."

"What exactly did he do that was so annoying? I mean, after the whole being an ass about the seat mix-up thing?"

"I don't know, there was just something about him that got on my nerves," Felicity insisted. "He fidgeted a lot. And he complained about my music."

"Mhmm," Sara nodded. "Was he hot?"

"What? No. I mean maybe– I don't know." Felicity got flustered as the image of his face flashed through her mind and she realized that he had been somewhat handsome. Such a shame that it got majorly overshadowed by his awful personality. "That's not relevant. I'm very glad that I will never see him again."

For the rest of the ride to the resort, Sara filled her in on the schedule for the remaining wedding festivities. "No one will expect you to emerge until brunch at 10:30, so you can get some good sleep. Sleep off your anger at hot, annoying airplane stranger because we need you to be one of the calm ones if Laurel turns into Bridezilla at the final hour."

Felicity huffed, "He wasn't hot."

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