He said, "Let's get out of this town, He's so tall and handsome as hell Say you'll remember me standing in a nice dress, I said, "No one has to know what we do," He's so tall and handsome as hell Say you'll remember me standing in a nice dress, You see me in hindsight You'll see me in hindsight Say you'll remember me standing in a nice dress, Say you'll remember me standing in a nice dress,
Drive out of the city, away from the crowds."
I thought heaven can't help me now.
Nothing lasts forever, but this is gonna take me down
He's so bad but he does it so well
I can see the end as it begins
My one condition is
Staring at the sunset, babe
Red lips and rosy cheeks
Say you'll see me again
Even if it's just in your wildest dreams, oh, wildest dreams, oh, ah.
His hands are in my hair, his clothes are in my room
And his voice is a familiar sound,
Nothing lasts forever but this is getting good now
He's so bad but he does it so well
And when we've had our very last kiss
My last request is
Staring at the sunset, babe
Red lips and rosy cheeks
Say you'll see me again
Even if it's just in your wildest dreams, oh, wildest dreams, oh, ah.
Tangled up with you all night
Burning it down
Someday when you leave me
I bet these memories
Follow you around
Tangled up with you all night
Burning it down
Someday when you leave me
I bet these memories
Follow you around
Staring at the sunset, babe
Red lips and rosy cheeks
Say you'll see me again
Even if it's just pretend
Staring at the sunset, babe
Red lips and rosy cheeks
Say you'll see me again
Even if it's just in your (just pretend, just pretend) wildest dreams, oh, ah, in your wildest dreams, oh, ah
Even if it's just in your wildest dreams, oh, ah, in your wildest dreams, ah, ah.
She knew he was there. She had been laying there for over an hour now, listening to the quiet rumble of his bike. She stared at the ceiling, the tears in her eyes refusing to fall and join the others that had soaked the hair pooling around her head. She had meant what she said in the alley outside of the Foundry, she no longer wanted to be a woman that he loved, not if being loved by him meant watching him turn into something awful to protect her.
They had been dancing around each other for far too long. Her throat ached from the scream that had been building in her lungs since the first time he told her that he loved her, and then walked away. She had almost preferred the way it was before, when she was just the IT girl that occasionally stitched his wounds and babbled about his abs. That was safe, that was where they should have stayed.
Why did he have to go and return her feelings?
Why did he have to make it into something real?
Only to turn it into something painful.
She sniffed and turned her head to look at the alarm beside her bed.
3:58am
She seriously considered leaving him out there alone until the sun rose. She considered leaving him altogether. But still, she forced herself out of the bed and walked out of her room and down the hall to the living room.
Peeking out the window, she fought the urge to smile. Her Mother had always warned her about guys with a penchant for leather and motorcycles. She wondered what Donna would have to say about this.
He wasn't in the hood, so she knew he wasn't there standing guard, not that he would ever do that in such an obvious way anyhow. He was simply sitting there on his bike, in the same outfit he was wearing at the foundry, with the engine running. There were two helmets though, which made her pulse quicken slightly.
Once again she thought about turning around and going back to bed and leaving him there. But she knew that she wouldn't sleep tonight, and no matter how she felt about him at the moment, he was still Oliver.
And that would always mean something.
She turned from the window, and made her way back toward her bedroom, smoothing her hair into a messy ponytail. She made quick work of changing into a seldom worn sweater and jean combo, not fully knowing what to expect once she walked out the door. She stopped into the bathroom to clean up her face and at the very least put on her most vivid red lipstick to give herself courage.
She knew he heard her coming as soon as she unlocked the front door because he was off the bike and leaning against it by the time she had locked up and turned around. She didn't look directly at him as she walked from the porch to the curb, she knew the less time she spent looking in his eyes the better off she would be.
He was standing by the time she reach him and he had his hands clasped in front of him. She decided to let him speak first and stood there on the side walk, her head down for a good 20 seconds before he finally spoke.
"I heard you." He started, and she finally looked up to meet his eyes.
"I did, and I wanted you to know that. I heard what you said and I understand it. I can only imagine what you have been feeling these past few weeks. And if you felt even a 10th of what I felt not knowing if I would see you again, then I am so sorry, and I cannot even begin to make up for that." At that Oliver looked away from her for a split second, his eyes taking on that faraway look that he tended to get whenever he thought of something painful.
"Will you go somewhere with me?" He asked suddenly, his words rushed. He seemed nervous and that surprised Felicity into dropping her hard facade. Oliver Queen had only ever been nervous once since she had known him.
"Where?" She asked, her voice soft and broken.
"Away." Was all he said and he smiled a little, not his fake 'Oliver Queen' smile, but his smile that only she saw. She looked at him, her throat tightening. God, he was so tall and handsome as hell and sometimes just looking at him made her ache.
She cleared her throat so that her voice wouldn't break again and nodded. "Um, sure, yeah I can do that. But let me get my phone first." She looked away as she turned and gasped a little when he grabbed her elbow to stop her.
"Leave it." He said, rushed. The hand on her elbow was shaking. "Please."
She squinted at him, her head tilting to the side. "Oliver," She started, looking him closely "Are you okay?" She remembered for the first time that he had been holding himself strangely earlier tonight.
He frowned and looked away. "No. I'm not, Felicity." His hand dropping from her arm and then he started to do the finger rubbing thing that he had gotten from her, (or had she gotten it from him?),and she knew that he didn't mean physically.
She walked to the back of the bike and grabbed the helmet that she knew was meant for her.
"Well, let's go...away."