This is a story that I came up with and wrote within four hours, all of which were after midnight. I apologize in advance for any mistakes, or if it just flat out sucks. It's very loosely based on the song Wildest Dreams by Taylor Swift, but it is definitely NOT a song fic. I'm hoping to make it a multi chapter story, but it just kind of depends on the response. Here's the story, and I hope you enjoy it.
Chapter 1 - Never Forget
Summer 2010
Oliver inhaled deeply, letting his blue eyes fall closed. He sat with his muscular arms braced behind him, tanned body propped up in the warm sand. He heard the bright laughter of a female voice in the distance, accompanied by the deep chuckle of a males, immediately pulling the corners of his mouth up into a smile. He opened his eyes, and looked on at a scene that seemed to be a recurring instance in his life lately. He watched his two best friends, running through the surf, bare feet kicking up the clear blue water of the ocean at each other. He watched them for a moment, these two laughing teenagers, so carefree and happy. The blonde girl turned, treading deeper into the water, the hem of her navy sundress now skimming the top of the water. Suddenly a large piece of wet sand hit her slim shoulder, dispersing every which way as it did. She looked back over her shoulder towards the beach, curls fanning out around her wildly and big blue eyes opened wide, as her mouth fell open in a gasp. Oliver laughed lightly, looking towards the source of the thrown sand. The dark haired culprit was hunched over with laughter, hands on his knees. He stood up straight and glanced back at Oliver, grinning and motioning for him to join them. Oliver nodded at him and sighed, taking one last look at the view around him. What seemed to be an endless expanse of beach stretched out to the north and south, not a soul in sight, save the three of them. To the east there was a small pier, a stray three or four parking places a few hundred yards behind it, accompanied by a parking meter they hadn't bothered to pay. The sun was setting off in the distance past the water, lighting the sky ablaze in fiery bursts of color. If he looked behind himself, he could see where the sky deepened to a dark blue color, the first stars of the night dotting across it.
Oliver stood swiftly, sprinting toward his companions, loose sand flying up in his wake. He reached the green eyed boy just as the girl did, skidding to a stop. Oliver looked at the other boy with a grin, eyes gleaming mischievously. The boy returned his smile and they turned toward the girl simultaneously. The girl's smile immediately fell, and she began to back away slowly, turning to run when they followed. She sprinted across the beach, golden hair streaming out behind her. Oliver and the slightly shorter boy were quickly gaining on her, the length of their legs covering more ground than hers. Oliver caught up first, still laughing deeply. He caught her around the waist and pulled her small body to his large one. She struggled to escape his grasp, but he simply tightened his hold, refusing to let her go. She fought him for a few more seconds before giving in with a huff of breath. The second boy was still laughing off to the right, closer to the water, arms clutching his sides. Oliver loosened his arms around the girl, allowing her to turn, looking up at him with a small smile. He returned the gesture, taking a minute to study her face. She was a small girl, short and lean, almost fairy like in appearance. She was staring at him intently, not breaking eye contact. He raised an arm from around her, lifting a hand to her face. She covered his hand with hers, threading her lithe fingers through his. He let their joined hands rest at her jaw, running a thumb across her cheek bone. He leaned forward, meeting her forehead with his, noticing that this close, her eyes contained green and gray tones along with the dominant blue. His eyes dropped to her red lips, and he tipped his chin to meet them with his own. Their lips brushed lightly, and before Oliver could deepen the kiss, he felt something hit the side of his head.
"Hey!" Tommy yelled at them indignantly. Oliver smiled slightly and pulled his face away from his girlfriend's. "What did I say about the PDA?" The boy asked, throwing another piece of wet sand which hit Felicity this time, right at her hip. She laughed at her friend, laying her head against Oliver's bare chest. "This is a public beach, and I for one find it quite rude!"
Oliver wrapped his arms tightly around Felicity, as hers slipped around his waist. He turned his head back and forth, scanning the beach. "I don't see anyone else here," Oliver said, feigning confusion. "What about you Lis? Do you see anyone else?" Oliver asked, looking down at the girl.
"No," Felicity responded, fighting a smile. "Seems like it's just you and me," she informed Oliver. "Our own private beach." Oliver kissed the top of her head, and she met Tommy's eyes. "You, me and that weird guy in the poinsettia swim trunks that keeps following us around." The boy holding her threw his head back laughing. "I mean it's seriously creepy though," she continued insistently. "I think he was watching us kiss too. Like who does that?"
Tommy frowned deeply, before bending to gather another clump of wet sand, water lapping against his legs. He pelted it at the pair, narrowly missing them. That of course, sent them into another round of laughter. "Guys, this is not funny!" The exasperated boy shouted. "You know that this stupid swimsuit was a gift from my father! Who, in case you forgot, is in charge of my trust fund which happens to buy both of you a large majority of the food you eat!"
Felicity pulled away from Oliver, and walked to her frustrated friend. She placed a hand on his shoulder, attempting to placate him. "You know we appreciate that, Tommy," she told him sweetly. Oliver came up beside him and slung an arm over his shoulders, offering him a small smile. Tommy looked from Oliver to Felicity, squinting at them. He pondered for a moment whether or not his friends were being serious. They continued to look at him with matching expressions. Tommy sighed and nodded at Felicity. Her smile widened and she removed her hand from his shoulder. "But also, you do know that you don't actually have to wear the shorts, right?" She spoke slowly, as if speaking to a small child. "Oliver could also pick up the tab occasionally, considering he has a trust fund only slightly smaller," she reasoned, returning to her normal voice.
Tommy didn't pay attention to the last part, too offended by the first. He wasn't quite registering the meaning of her words, only noticing the tone, before his eyes widened in understanding. The boy groaned, slamming the heel of his hand into his forehead. Oliver let his arm fall from around his friend, turning to stand next to the tanned girl. Felicity bit her bottom lip, holding back the laugh bubbling up in her throat. "I am such an idiot!" Tommy exclaimed. "Why on earth did I ever think I had to wear these hideous things?" He asked motioning to the green and red swimsuit.
"I try to remind you at least three times a day," Oliver shrugged casually. "The you're an idiot part I mean. I really don't know how you managed to forget," The blonde teenager said.
"You're completely right," Tommy said sarcastically. "Thank you for being such a kind and supportive friend, Ollie."
"I cannot deny it," Oliver sighed theatrically. "I am both of these things." Felicity giggled at his side.
"Really though! I haven't even seen the man since May!" The brunette complained. "May," he said slowly. "May! It's August! You two have been letting me wear these atrocious shorts all summer!" He shouted accusingly. "From Oliver I could understand, but you Lis?" He pouted, using her pet name. Felicity lifted her hands in defense as Oliver cackled beside her. Tommy glared at him. "Three whole months! That's it! They're coming off! Right now, they're coming off!" He hooked his hand in the waistband, preparing to pull the ugly swim trunks off.
Felicity slapped her hands over eyes immediately, turning away from Tommy for extra measure. "Tommy, no!" She pleaded.
Oliver followed his girlfriend's actions, covering his eyes and looking away. "Seriously, dude! Don't do it!"
Tommy laughed at his friends. "Do you guys actually think I would strip in the middle of a beach?" He asked disbelievingly. They turned back to face him, Felicity sighing in relief.
The other boy chuckled. "Well there was that one time," Oliver reminded his fellow billionaire friend. Felicity gasped, eyebrows raised in shock.
Tommy quickly jumped in. "It wasn't a big deal! It was actually a very small deal," he told the girl, showing her with his index finger and thumb just how small. "Besides, it was back in high school. I am much more mature now."
"You know high school only ended this year right?" Oliver smiled at his lifelong friend. "And the police showed up, so I wouldn't exactly say it was a very small deal," he said, mimicking Tommy's hand motion.
"Thomas Merlyn!" Felicity reprimanded.
"Oliver Queen has had his fair share of run ins with the cops, as well as the media," The boy mentioned nonchalantly.
"What do you mean?" Felicity asked, stepping in front of her boyfriend. She glanced back at him suspiciously, and he smiled innocently. She turned back to Tommy, waiting for an answer. Oliver met his friends eyes in warning. Tommy grinned at him.
"Well.." Tommy started, watching Oliver over the blonde girl's head. Oliver shook his head violently, making throat slicing motions with his hands. Tommy frowned at him, and Felicity looked back. Oliver stopped abruptly, smiling sweetly again. She slowly turned her head away, back to Tommy's cynical grin. "First thing, just off the top of my head, was that time when he we-" Tommy made a squeaking noise as Oliver moved forward and slapped a hand over his mouth.
"Stories for another time!" Oliver said dismissively. Felicity raised an eyebrow at him, crossing her arms over her chest.
Tommy pulled Oliver's hand away from his face. "We could tell them now," He suggested. Oliver narrowed his eyes at his friend. Tommy gulped. "Nope. Another time is good. Definitely another time." If looks could kill.
The girl sighed in defeat. "Sometimes I feel like I've missed out on so much, just meeting you two this summer." Oliver's eyebrows knotted together on his forehead, and he stepped forward to stand closer to Felicity. Tommy followed suit, concern seeping into his expression. "It doesn't really matter," she tried to reassure them. The two boys stood in front of her, both ready to comfort her at a moment's notice. "I just mean that you guys have this bond, you know. You grew up together, with each other's families. No matter how close we are now, or how close we get, I can never replace that," she said, head dropping to look at the ground. It was silent for a minute, and she watched her toes wiggle in the sand, sifting through the fine mineral.
Oliver's sturdy hand cupped her small chin, pulling it up to meet his eyes. "You know that I love you, don't you?" He asked her. "We both do," he reminded her, jerking his head toward Tommy. Her lips turned up into a smile as she looked between the two.
"Ya, and I mean I already like you way better than Oliver," Tommy told her jokingly. "Considering how much time he has on you, I'd say you are definitely winning in this whole friendship competition." Felicity laughed and Oliver shook his head, pretending to be shocked. "Just think how far ahead you'll be in a few years!" Tommy laughed. Felicity immediately returned to her somber mood, just as Tommy realized what he'd said. All three of them looked away sadly, Oliver dropping his hand from Felicity's face. This was their last night together, the last of the summer. Tomorrow they were leaving their little paradise and heading back to the real world. The world in which they were all attending different universities, literally on different sides of the world.
Tommy was going to the University of Tokyo, insisted upon by his father who had recently become a major benefactor. He most likely wouldn't have been accepted if it wasn't for that. His test scores were low, as well as his overall grades throughout his high school years. Oliver was in a similar situation, being forced to go to Oxford, without actually earning a position at the school. But rich people tend to get what rich people want, and the Merlyn's and Queen's wanted their sons in top universities.
Felicity was another story entirely. She was a straight A student, with a near perfect SAT score. She had been dreaming of MIT her whole life, and with a full scholarship? There was no way she could turn the offer down. With her mom about to enter cancer treatment, and previously being a cocktail waitress, there weren't a lot of funds headed toward her college tuition. Her dad was a mystery, Felicity didn't know who he was, nor was she inclined to find out. Eighteen years of missed child support checks tends to do that.
The future was unknown and foreign. Oliver and Tommy would see each other during all of their school holidays of course, having the same hometown. They'd invited Felicity to join them in Starling, and she'd happily agreed. But that was in June, and her mother's leukemia diagnosis was in July. She and her mom definitely had their differences, but she couldn't abandon her like that. She had offered to remain home and defer for a year. Stay in Las Vegas for the entirety of the treatments, but Donna Smoak had flat out refused. She couldn't let her daughter miss out on anything more in life than was necessary, which was the same reason she denied Felicity's request to end her summer vacation early to come home. As of now, there were no plans of the three of them seeing one another during the following year.
Oliver turned his head to the sky, pressing his lips together in a tight line. He noticed how much the sky had changed in what had felt like such a short amount of time. He wordlessly moved inland, Felicity and Tommy following. They stopped a few feet in front of the worn down wooden pier, Oliver and Tommy taking a seat on the ground. Felicity stood in front of them, looking almost lost. The wind pulled at her hair and dress, and she let her body sway with it, eyes following the breeze. Oliver grabbed her hand and she started slightly, coming back into focus. She met his eyes and he pulled her down to sit between him and Tommy. She leaned into Oliver, resting her head in the crook of his neck as his arm encircled her.
The three of them sat like that, watching the last bit of the day drift away. The ocean swallowed the last sliver of the sun, leaving the sky full of stars. They sat still for a while, none of them wanting to break the spell that had lasted all summer. This feeling of freedom.
Tommy was the first to move, using his hands to push himself off of the beach. He stood looking down at his friends, studying each of them before meeting Felicity's eyes. She held her arm up to Tommy, moving from Oliver's embrace. Oliver watched as Tommy pulled her off of the sand to stand up. She looked over her shoulder at Oliver, and he stood to join them. They stood shoulder to shoulder, looking at the water that was reflecting the crescent shape moon along with thousands of stars, the ultimate camaraderie.
"Just.." Felicity began softly. Both boys looked at her. "Just say you'll remember me," she told them quietly.
"Of course we will," Tommy said. "How could we ever forget you?"
"No.. Not me as a person. Me right now. This, this moment, this day. Don't forget it," she said seriously.
Oliver nodded. An image of her earlier that evening flashed through his mind, the very beginning of the sunset. Her face was lifted toward the sky, her red lips and rosy cheeks painting the perfect smile. Her blue eyes shone, at this angle almost matching the deep shade of her navy dress. Her arms were extended low at her sides, as she rose up on the balls of her feet. Her fairy like demeanor loaned itself to the fact that she looked as if she were about to take flight.
"I promise to remember you, Felicity Smoak. You, and this."
Hey guys. So there's that. I totally stole the about to take flight bit from The Hunger Games. Sorry. Actually no. Lol so my basic idea is that the next chapter will begin five years later. And of course the reunion of these three. This is an Olicity fic, but I definitely want to include other characters, especially Tommy. Please review and let me know if you would like this to be continued!