Hello everyone

Please be gentle with me I'm completely new to fanfiction. I thought I'd submit the first chapter of my new fanfiction The List, based on Oliver and Felicity from The Arrow.

I'd love to hear your thoughts and opinions on whether I should continue or not?

Thanks

Chapter 1 – The List

"Can you believe this guy is in here again with another girl?" Sara peered out into the dining room and shook her head.

"Are these girls stupid?"

"Maybe they just don't care?" I shrugged, indifferent to how many different dates Mr. Blue Eyes brought to the restaurant every Friday night.

"Or they don't know."

She rolled her eyes as she prepared two Caesar salads for her latest customers.

"But really how can they not know?" One look at him tells you that he's a guy that's not going to be faithful."

"Sara," I laughed as I sorted through mountains of silverware and wrapped sets of them into napkins.

"You can't judge a book by its cover."

"So you're telling me you'd go on a date with him if he asked you?"

"Oh, hell no" I laughed and looked out at the tall, handsome jock sitting at one of my tables. His name was Oliver Queen, and he had been frequenting Big Belly Burger Bar every Friday night for the last three months with a different girl each time. This week's date seemed as vapid as all the other girls he had previously brought into the diner. But I was no longer surprised—not like Sara was every time he walked in with a new girl.

In fact, I would have been more surprised if he came in with the same girl two weeks in a row.

"You don't think he's hot?"

Sara turned to me and wriggled her perfectly maintained eyebrows before heading off to deliver her salads.

"Oh, he's hot alright." I laughed again turning my attention back to him.

"But he must be the biggest player in Starling."

Oliver Queen was everything I wanted to avoid in a guy. He was too handsome to be a good guy, with his light blue eyes and sandy blond hair. His hair was always perfectly ruffled, with a wisp in his face that looked like he'd combed through with his fingers to give it a tousled look.

His face was chiseled and classically handsome and always had a slightly smug and superior look on it. There was something about his arrogant persona that I was distinctly attracted to. But I knew there was no I way I would ever act on the attraction I felt—not that he would ever be interested in me, anyway.

"You should go for it girl." Caitlyn, the other waitress working that evening, flashed a cheeky grin at me as she finished counting out her tips

"He always sits at your table. I bet he has a crush on you Liss."

"Thanks for the vote of confidence Cait, but I doubt it." I laughed easily while a warm flush ran through my body.

"Even if he was interested, which he isn't, I would never date someone like him. There's no way he would fit my rules."

"Geeeez." Caitlyn rolled her eyes.

"You talking about those rules again? Forget the rules. Just go with the flow Liss."

"You know I can't do that Caitlyn." I sighed. "I created the rules for a reason. I don't want to be some guy's bed buddy. I'm saving myself for the real deal."

"If you say so." She stuffed a thick wad of cash into her handbag and jumped up.

"But I'm sure he would be dynamite in the sack if you were to change your mind." She laughed; I had to nod in agreement through childish giggles.

There was something in the way Oliver Queen moved that was rhythmic and sexy. Plus, his hands were huge and manly. I flushed as I remembered the shock of electricity I felt each time our fingers touched when I took his payments.

"Goodbye Cait. I'll see you tomorrow?"

"No Liss, me and Barry are going dancing tomorrow." She grinned and did a couple of steps in the kitchen.

"Oh that sounds fun." I smiled at her, slightly envious.

I wish I could afford to take Saturday night's off. Not that it actually mattered anyway. I didn't have a boyfriend; my two best friends were coupled up. So when did I have the night off, I was usually home by myself, watching Gilmore Girls on repeat, with a large tub of Ben & Jerrys ice cream.

"You should totally come with us one night Liss. Barry has friends from Central I could set you up with. There all super intelligent I think you'd like at least one of them."

"That's okay. Thanks Cait." I laughed and quickly made my way into the dining hall as a new couple was seated at one of my tables.

I sighed as they got into the booth on the same side. They were obviously a new couple, trying to cozy up together as much as humanly possible. It was hard working at the Burger Bar on a Friday and Saturday night because they were usually date nights. But they were also the best nights for tips. Oliver Queen always tipped me at least fifty percent—what girl could say no to that?

"Hi, I'm Felicity I'll be your server tonight. Can I start you off with any drinks?" I kept the smile plastered on my face, even though the couple paid zero attention to me. They were too busy eating each other's faces off.

"Or maybe I'll just give you a few minutes."

I walked away from the table as they continued to ignore me, and went to check on Oliver and his date.

"Hi is everything to your liking?" I smiled pleasantly, trying to ignore the excitement in my stomach as Oliver stared at me attentively with his sexy ass smile.

"Is this a diet coke?" The beautiful brunette asked with an attitude.

"I asked for a Diet Coke and this tastes like a regular Coke."

"I can assure you that this is a diet coke, ma'am." I tried to make sure I didn't roll my eyes.

"I personally filled your drink order, and made sure I hit the DIET Coke button."

"Well, are you sure? Because it doesn't taste like Diet Coke." She glared at me.

I turned to Oliver.

"Is there anything else you need, Mr Queen?"

"I told you to call me Oliver." He laughed. "And no we're good here. Thank you, Felicity."

"My pleasure." I smiled and walked back into the kitchen.

I would never admit it to Sara or Caitlyn, but I loved seeing Oliver Queen every week. In fact, seeing him was the only thing that kept me sane and from dying of loneliness. I had been single for just over a year now- no dates and certainly no kisses. It was starting to wear on me.

I had been asked out by a few guys, but none I would give the time of day to- and certainly none whom I found as attractive as Oliver Queen.

Not only were my work friends shocked at my lack of dates, so was Laurel, my best friend. The two of us had bonded during the freshman week at M.I.T and had been regulars at pretty much every party on campus for the first two years.

That's when me and Laurel created the boyfriend criteria:

1. 1. He had to be honest

2. 2. He had to be good looking, but not too good looking or he'd have too many women after him.

3. 3. He had to be looking for a serious relationship, but not too old or to desperate about settling down.

4. 4. He had to be smart, someone I could hold an actual intellectual conversation with.

5. 5. He had to be funny, loyal, faithful and modest.

I figured I'd created a pretty thorough list.

Sara and Caitlyn thought I was being ridiculous with my list and was destined for a lifetime of singledom. But I explained to them that I wasn't looking to just date anyone- I was looking for the guy who would be my last boyfriend. This was the only way I could ensure that I didn't get my heart stomped on again.

So now, here I was. A graduate of M.I.T with no current boyfriend and none in sight.