Hello!
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2. I update randomly.
3. Please review! Also if you have any ideas for the next chapter, I am open to ideas and suggestions.
Just a short little idea that I had. I don't know how many more chapters this will go on for, but ideas are welcome.
Felicity entered the kitchen to see Oliver cutting up a cucumber.
"What are you doing with that cucumber?" Felicity asks warily.
"It's a surprise."
"Is everything a surprise now?"
"That depends."
"On what?"
"On whether you like the surprises or not." Oliver says, grinning as he finishes slicing the cucumber. "So go lie down in there and put these over your eyes," Oliver's eyes have that mysterious glint in them as her hands her two cucumber slices.
Felicity enters the living room to find the room scented with lavender. Her favorite scent. There's not too much and not too little of the wonderfully pungent scent. Felicity lies down on the sheet Oliver spread out, removes her glasses, and places the cucumbers over her shut eyes. Oliver enters the room, and spreads something across Felicity's face.
"Ew. What. Is. That. It's so cold and slimy!" She says.
"It's a face mask!" Oliver says, laughing. "I thought this was a girl thing!"
"It is a girl thing! But what are you putting on my face?!" Felicity asks.
"It's a, a tomato seaweed creamy oil-something." Oliver says.
"Well, what does it do?" Felicity asks.
"These expensive things do things?" Oliver asks, genuinely surprised.
"Yeah, they, nourish or hydrate your skin and make it soft or something." Felicity explains.
"Oh, this one removes oil, freshens skin, and hydrates skin." Oliver says, reading off the package.
"Ok." Felicity says. "So, this is the surprise?" Felicity asks.
"Yes." Oliver says. "We are having a spa day."
"We?" Felicity asks, pulling a cucumber off her eye to look into the face-masked face belonging to Oliver Queen.
Felicity sighs into the lavender-scented room. Oliver has been playing with her hair for the past 20 minutes, and Felicity has almost fallen asleep multiple times.
"Why are you doing this for me?"
"You've been stressed."
"Other people hand me a cup of coffee if they think I'm stressed."
"Am I other people?" Oliver asks.
"No. Thanks, Oliver,"
"Anytime." Anytime for his Felicity.
Kinda short. Ideas for next chapter?
