I couldn't help myself. Blame Taylor Swift. And the turkish TV show "Poyraz Karayel" for having great lines, which work perfect for Olicity AUs (where they meet each other for the first time).
This is not edited or proof read or anything. And I'm sorry for that. (I know it's full of mistakes.) But the time kind of ran out on me. I will edit it as soon as I can though! (And I am actually even looking for a beta and will add this question to everything I publish as long as I can't find one, so: Any volunteers?) - (I edited it a little. Got rid of every typo and grammar mistake I could find, but I'm sure there are still a few. If you find them, you can keep them!)
Title taken from Taylor Swift's song with the same name, characters taken from the DC universe and the ones of Warner Bros. and the idea came from a scene of the 5th episode of "Poyraz Karayel".
So of course I don't own anything. (Even though it'd be great.)
Felicity wasn't drunk. She wasn't. She would know if she was and she knew that she wasn't. At least that was what she thought.
She looked around for her friend Sara, who disappeared in the crowd seconds after they got to the party of someone of her school threw nearly weekly, hoping that she was successful after hours of searching her basically everywhere, when she saw him being blown off by another girl. She couldn't help herself when she bursted into laughter. Oliver Queen, the star quarterback of her school who dated (or slept with) nearly every girl at this party, couldn't find someone to make out with.
When she found a clean red solo cup, filled it with vodka, and made her way to Oliver, she could've known that she was drunk. She certainly wouldn't do that sober. But Felicity wasn't drunk. It was just that she would never ever find another opportunity to tease him.
"Here," she offered him the cup and took a sip of her own drink, which wasn't nearly as good as Sara would've made it, if she hadn't disappeared so fast.
He didn't look at her and didn't even ask, what was in the cup and just took it. He should be glad that she wasn't some psycho ex-girlfriend who was trying to sabotage him.
"I saw you putting vodka in it," he commented her thoughts and gained a weird look from Felicity. How did he know what she was thinking?
That could've been a point, where Felicity realized that she was drunk and had lost her brain-to-mouth filter, but she did things like that when she was sober, too. So she didn't.
"You know," she nodded toward the girl, he was hitting on a few minutes ago, "that's not how you get the girl, Queen." She had to shout a little to transcend the pitch of the music.
Oliver laughed, drunk himself. (Although maybe not as much as her.) "Really?" His voice reeked of disbelief.
"Yep." She plopped the p. She always did.
"So, tell me. How do you get the girl?"
And Felicity was smirking. "A good start would be, not having history with her, where you have been the asshole."
"That's what I'm telling him." A male voice kept Oliver from making a snarky comment. "Oliver, I tell him, you won't keep getting any girls, if you keep being an asshole."
Felicity laughed. "Well, if even one of your two best friends can't help you, I don't think I'm able to."
Tommy had a charming smile on his face, clearly being the only sober one between the three of them. (Might have something to do with him being the designated driver.) "I don't think we've met before. My name is Tommy Merlyn." He held out a hand for her to take.
She giggled as they shook hands. Of course he didn't remember her. But why was that so funny? "Actually we have AP English together. And AP World History."
"You are a senior?"
"Nope. Just as smart as I look." Felicity pushed her glasses up her nose. Now the two boys were actually looking at her and not just her face. She was wearing her tightest pair of jeans and a shirt, she never would've bought herself, but her mother tried to make her look less like a nerd and she didn't complain. Free clothes were free clothes and she had something to wear to these kind of stupid parties, where Sara dragged her to once a month. Her hair was curled messily and fell over her shoulders and she had a gaudy pink lipstick on her lips, which gave her her own character.
Oliver couldn't bite back the comment. Not after she called him an asshole. "You actually look like someone, who could be a psycho ex-girlfriend of mine."
She knew it was meant to hurt her. She wasn't stupid. "I'm smarter than that," she bit back.
Tommy interfered just in the right moment. "Oh, I remember you. You are the crazy smart chick that will graduate early, aren't you? Felicity Smoak?"
Felicity made a curtsey. "At your service."
"I like you," Tommy responded with a laugh.
That's one of us, Oliver thought, annoyed, already looking for another girl to hit on. He would hit on Felicity if she wasn't such a pain in his ass. And he just met her.
"So please, Felicity," Tommy continued, while she was finishing her drink, "give my friend Oliver here a crash course on getting the girl in a party full of girls he already slept with."
Felicity laughed again. She liked Tommy, too. He really wasn't the idiot, she though he was.
"I can get a girl myself. So no thanks."
Both Felicity and Tommy turned their full attention to Oliver.
"Please. Do demonstrate, Queen." Felicity nodded towards a group of cheerleaders, her amusement was obvious.
"Give me five minutes." And with that Oliver made his way to his usual group of targets.
"Two minutes until all of them blow him of." Felicity started the bet.
Tommy grinned. "One."
Someone else joined them. "He had a thing with all of them. He will come back in three… two… one…"
And as if on cue, Oliver was on his way back to them and Felicity looked up. It was John Diggle, known as Dig, who was sitting next to her in AP English. She liked him, he was really nice for a jock. Especially to her.
Tommy and Dig were trying to hold back their laughter, but Felicity wasn't that nice and giggled, when Oliver finally reached them, holding up a finger pointed at his two best friends, daring them to say something or laugh.
"You can get a girl yourself, huh?" Oh, she was enjoying this. Oliver Queen - not getting what he wants; not getting a girl to make out with.
"Yes. Just not those at this party."
"That is actually true," Tommy commented as he gave Felicity a new solo cup. That she took a sip out of without even asking what it was might have been another indication that she was drunk, but Felicity didn't even realize that she did.
"There is actually a secret," she told the three football players and put her elbow on Tommy's shoulder. That could've looked completely ridiculous, considering that she was a really small person, but the high heels her mother got her for her 16th birthday last year made up for the height difference.
Oliver raised an eyebrow, while Dig was grinning. He would start thinking of a shipping name for these two if he was a fanboy, but he wasn't. (He was.)
Felicity even caught Tommy's attention with that remark and there were now three pairs of eyes focussed on her. "Do tell," he demanded.
She wouldn't dream of telling them what she was thinking, if she wasn't drunk. But the alcohol was controlling her mouth now. She prompted the guys to come closer with her hand and talked louder than it was necessary. They were close enough that a whisper would've been enough, even though loud music was playing. "You keep the girl."
Oliver snorted. "The point is that I don't want to keep to girl, honey. I know how to keep a girl."
Dig and Tommy exchanged looks before starting to laugh out very loudly.
"Dude," Dig said when he calmed down a little. "The longest relationship you had went on for three days. And then she dumped you, because you weren't giving her enough attention."
"It is not my fault that she was clingy," Oliver defended himself.
"You walked right past her during lunch the day after you got together. I have no idea why she didn't dump you right then." Tommy was still grinning like the cheshire cat.
Oliver rolled his eyes at his allegedly two best friends. "I still know how to keep a girl."
"Oh, please. Do tell." Now her voice reeked in disbelief.
Oliver looked confident. He was Oliver fucking Queen, for God's sake. Of course he knew how to keep a girl. "I'd take her to a fancy restaurant or even better: right after we win a game I'd find her and tell her that I love her."
"Fool," Felicity mumbled, a smirk appearing on her face.
"Excuse me?"
"That's what I'd think. That you are a fool, Queen," she explained and Tommy chuckled.
Oliver smirked himself. If that's the game she wanted to play, he was in.
"Alright then. I'd send her dozens and hundreds of flowers. In all kind of colors."
"Ordinary."
"I'd take her to the movies. A stupid rom-com. And at the most romantic part of it, I'd tell her that I love her."
"Typical high schooler."
Tommy bursted into laughter, again. "We actually are high schoolers, Felicity." Even Dig couldn't hold back a smile.
"Doesn't mean that it's not what every other high schooler does." She turned back to Oliver. "Can't you be more creative?"
Oliver was clenching his teeth at this point. "I'd kiss her when she doesn't expect it."
"Hick." Felicity's smirk grew wider with each of Oliver's suggestions.
"Then my patience would've reached its end. I'd trap her between a wall and me, use my angry voice, -"
"Like the one you're using right now?," Felicity interrupted.
Oliver nodded and demonstrated with her exactly what he told, making her walk backwards until she hit a wall and putting his hands up right and left of her head. "I'd get really close to her, our lips nearly touching and I'd say that she was mine and I'd make sure that everyone else knew that, too. That no one else would even give her a glance, but me. She wouldn't have a choice."
He expected her at least to lose her smirk, but it was still there. "Yes. That would be perfect." She didn't even look intimidated. "That could work, Queen."
His eyes were focussed on her bright colored lips and maybe he would've kissed her right then, because it was kind of hot, them standing so close together, but there was someone shouting her name and Felicity immediately freed herself from him, walking towards that person.
"Sara, you know there is this thing called a cell phone. I texted you a dozen times!" She tried to sound angry, but Sara knew that she was relieved that her ride didn't forget her.
Sara held up her hands. "I'm sorry. But there was this really hot girl from the other school and she always disappears on me on these parties." But she was also grinning and Felicity knew that her best friend got what she wanted.
"So what's her name?"
"Nyssa."
"I'll ask for all the details as soon as we leave. Are you done?"
Sara nodded and took out her car keys. Felicity loved her for volunteering to drive.
"Nooo," Tommy jumped into their conversation. "You can't leave yet. You haven't taught us how to keep a girl yet!"
Sara had a question mark on her face when she looked at Felicity, who just shrugged. "I'll explain later," she mouthed before turning to Tommy. "I'll teach you another time," she promised, finished her drink and gave him the cup.
"Ollie! Say something!"
But Oliver's eyes were dark as he looked at Felicity. Did she look this hot half an hour ago?
"See you on Monday, Tommy." She actually gave him a kiss on he cheek, as if he hadn't talked to her for the first time just that evening and they were close friends. "Bye, Dig!" She winked at him and followed Sara, who found a path between all the drunk teenagers, who were either dancing around or making out.
And right then Felicity realized that she was drunk. Because there was no other way that she wished that Oliver actually kissed her that moment instead of just looking at her lips. Because of course he was hot and she had a crush on him. But a sober Felicity would never admit that.