AUTHOR'S NOTE:

THANK YOU SO MUCH LOVES FOR YOU REVIEWS AND FOLLOWS AND FAVES. You are loved. Really.

Although...I apologize sincerely, I feel like this is going to be a really bad chapter. I mean, not bad bad but like meh bad kind. I feel like it's a mediocre kind of chapter. I suffered writer's block all of a sudden and I couldn't even type a sentence without deleting it again and again. But I think I managed. I've been asking around a lot – on omegle, , and for the lack of friends – on how to go on about this chapter, but still I feel like it lost its touch. I still hope you enjoy. I did my best...but if my best isn't enough? Maybe it wasn't really my best... BTW, I know you're probably expecting some kind of list, but the list will be the chapter titles. So uh-huh.

CHAPTER FOUR:
Step One – Spend Time With Her

Well, Oliver's going to have a bad time trying and doing the first thing on the list if he keeps being late. Or maybe he's with her, Felicity thought sourly, remembering the list she had made and called it, "Oliver Queen's Guide to (Hopefully) Successfully Courting a Woman 101". It was long, but it would do. It took her two weeks to finish that list. She didn't even think it was close to being finished, or if she started it right. Maybe she would just add stuff some other time. Or, make fishbowl of those things and he can just pick a 'what to do with his girl' kind of thing. Oh, what was she thinking? She was taking this little assignment a little too seriously.

The elevator dinged and Oliver, Diggle and Ray went out of it.

"I'm not late, Ray's with me." Oliver quickly defended. "Your latte."

"Good morning to you too, Mr. Queen. Mr. Palmer, John." She smiled as she accepted the latte from Oliver and quickly grabbed her tablet, walking with them as they entered the conference room. It was quarter to ten and the meeting was supposed to start at nine-thirty. This was why Felicity never scheduled Oliver for early meetings, he was always late.

"Great, you're all here. Let's start."

"I'm looking forward to it. Thank you, Mr. Palmer. I'll see you in the gala."

"I'll see you too." With that, Ray leaves the building.

"Whoo, tension." Oliver turned around to see his beautiful secretary playfully tapping on her tablet. "What was that about?"

"You could say I'm not exactly happy with the idea of changing Starling City to Star City."

Felicity scrunched up her nose, "I agree. It sounds like a lame amusement park to me."

Oliver chuckled, "Felicity, let's have our lunch."

"Please not Big Belly Burger, I love it there, but I've been eating too much grease and I don't think my clothes will fit me anymore if I keep eating there."

"Sushi, then."

"Sounds good." And so they went for lunch with Diggle at a nearby Japanese restaurant.

Felicity sat beside Diggle and across Oliver, it was their usual seating arrangement. It was almost the end of October and Felicity had more important things to think of like the upcoming gala and its final details of preparation but all she could think about was the list she had given Oliver two weeks ago.

Oliver was preparing for another blind date then when she had given the list. She noticed how Oliver's eyes immediately lit up at the mention of the list. Oliver quickly scanned through the folder, smiling from ear to ear. Felicity couldn't help but feel proud of herself that Oliver was smiling like that. But then again, he could be smiling because of her. She still didn't know who she was because Oliver wouldn't tell. Not like she asked anyway. It was none of her business. Well, it was kind of her business because she was the one who made the list in the first place. But she tried to convince herself that it didn't matter. Oliver's love life was not her business. She was just a friend, an employee, setting up his schedule. Okay, so maybe he had said she was his partner, but that was different. But she couldn't help but get jea – no, not the 'j' word. No, she was just curious.

"You okay, Felicity?" Oliver's voice snapped her out of her thoughts. "You looked like you were ready to kill the already dead salmon."

"Huh? What?" Oliver and Diggle just laughed.

"Nothing. Diggle and I were talking, when was the last time you had a day off?"

"When I was at Barry's?" She paused. That didn't sound right. Oliver's eyebrows met. She realized her mistake and corrected herself. "Not Barry's place, but you know, Central City. That was a month ago, I think. But other than that, I don't think I've ever had a day off. And neither have you two."

"I told Oliver I'm taking a day off tomorrow." Diggle said as he ate his sushi.

"And I thought we, too, can have a day off tomorrow."

"But tomorrow's the day before the –"

"I know, that's why I thought we should take a day off. Cancel all of my meetings tomorrow and we won't go to the club tomorrow. Then we'll stress over the gala."

"I could use a day off." Felicity chewed on her salmon sashimi.

"Great. I'll pick you up at eight in the morning."

"What?"

"I'll pick you up at eight in the morning." Oliver repeated after he swallowed his food.

"I thought it was a day off?"

"Yes. And I'm picking you up at eight."

"Where will you take me exactly?"

Oliver just shrugged. Felicity looked at Diggle and begged him to help her out, but Diggle just shrugged too. Felicity groaned and soon agreed.

Oliver was ecstatic. Finally, a day just to Felicity and himself. She had no idea how much he wanted to steal her away from their very hectic schedule. She was so enticing and she didn't even know it - the way her hips swayed when she walked out of his office, or whenever she bit her lips when she wasn't sure of what to say next, or the way she counted backwards from three to stop herself from saying anything more inappropriate. When she had given him the list, he couldn't wait to woo Felicity, but time didn't agree with his plans because of his very hectic schedule since the Palmer Technologies merger. Also, since then, he stopped going to the blind dates and had a serious conversation with his mother about the matter whereas his mother reluctantly agreed.

"I don't think it will ever work out, mom. These blind dates, they're all just after one thing. Maybe the old me would have wanted that, but I want something more than that. And I'm sure, so do you."

"So what do you propose? Find yourself a suitable partner? These blind dates are supposed to help you find the one."

"I think I've already found her, mom."

"Oh? It's not Laurel, is it? You know, as much as I loved you two together, you can't destroy the relationship she has now with your best friend. Just imagine the chaos it would cause." Moira said, testing the waters.

"No, mom. It's definitely not Laurel." He chuckled at the thought. He would never get back with Laurel, ever. More than the lack of feelings, he knew how much Tommy loved Laurel and vice versa. He wasn't going to ruin that. "It's, uh, Felicity."

"Felicity? Felicity Smoak? Your Executive Assistant? I don't like confusing professional and personal matters, Oliver."

"I know, but I know what I feel for her. I like her. I really like her, mom."

"I already knew that. But I don't want QC to suffer the consequences if ever – whenever – this relationship fails."

"I won't let that happen, I promise."

"Fine, I'll tell Felicity to cancel all the dates. Just… be careful. As much as I like Felicity too, I don't think your future relationship would be good for the company."

A knock on the door disrupted him from his reminiscence as he put on his black V-neck.

"Ollie, hey, I knew you'd be up. Can I come in?" It was Thea.

"Yeah, sure, why aren't you going to school yet?"

She plopped herself on Oliver's bed. "It's seven, Ollie. School doesn't start in an hour and a half. Breakfast should be ready in a while. Excited for your date?"

"It's not a date, Thea."

"Yeah, keep telling yourself that."

"It's just two friends going out."

"It's a date."

"It's hanging out."

"It's a date."

"It's not a date if the other party doesn't know it's a date."

"Oh, so it's a surprise date."

"Ye – no. It's not a date, Thea. How many times do I have to tell you that?"

"Doesn't matter how many times, Ollie. It's still a date." She sat up and looked at her brother who was tying his shoe lace. "Breakfast should be ready downstairs. Piece of advice, Ollie, don't ruin it with Felicity. I really like her and I really like her for you."

"I really like her too, Thea."

Thea smiled and went downstairs. Oliver looked at himself in the mirror and grabbed his brown leather jacket. He packed another set of clothes and texted Felicity to do the same.

Pack extra clothes. We'll get sweaty. – O

After a minute, his phone rang, which he immediately answered. He walked down the stairs and with the phone on ear.

"WHAT?" It was Felicity, with intense panic in her voice.

"Bring extra clothes. We'll get sweaty. A fun kind of sweating." There was smirk on Oliver's lips.

"Oh, I'm not going anywhere with you!" She immediately hung up, causing Oliver to say constant 'hello's until he realized what she had done. He looked at his phone weirdly and tried to think of what Felicity could have been thinking. And then it clicked. He couldn't help but chuckle to himself. As much as he wanted to be sweaty in those circumstances, he was definitely not referring to whatever activity Felicity was thinking.

He quickly ate his breakfast and drove his way to Felicity's place, parked his car in the driveway and knocked on Felicity's door.

"No, Mrs. Henderson, I did not see you – AH OLIVER."

"I see you're all dressed up and ready to go." Oliver eyed her up and down. She was brushing her teeth and some of the toothpaste was all over her mouth. She was in a purple camisole, some bunny pajamas and barefoot. She had her hair down too. She immediately ran to the sink and finished brushing her teeth. Oliver let himself in and sat on the couch.

"I'm not going to have sex with you, if that's why you're here."

"I never said I was going to have sex with you, Felicity. I just said, pack extra clothes, we'll get sweaty. Fun kind of sweating. Never said sex."

"Oh good google." She hid her face with her palms. "Of course, why would he have sex with me? He's my boss, my friend what the heck were you thinking?"

Oliver heard her mumbles and said, "I never said I wouldn't either," which earned him a slap on his arm from Felicity.

"Oliver, no."

"Then go get dressed. We're going to have fun."

"Ugh, Oliver stop with the innuendos."

"They weren't innuendos, Felicity. It's just your green, green, green mind."

"And your favorite color's green too." She mumbled to herself, going to her room and dressed back into her original clothes before she changed when she called Oliver.

She went out of her room with a backpack. She was wearing a white shirt, a dark jacket, jeans and grey Keds. "All set?" Oliver asked.

"Yup. Where are you taking me anyway?"

"It's a surprise."

"You know I hate mysteries. I'll bug you all the way to wherever we're going."

"Pointless."

They got in Oliver's car and drove their way to the destination.

"Have I told you I hate pointy stuff? Trust me. Me and a syringe do not work together, I don't see how this is going to work too."

They were far from the city, she assumed. The place was almost isolated, if there weren't any guards and other employees at the place. The place was similar to a country club, only it was mainly for horseback riding and archery – and right now she would choose horseback riding more than the latter.

"I doubt. It's going to be fun. Grab your equipment." Hesitantly, she took the bow and quiver full arrows. Very pointy arrows, she assumed.

"When you said we'll be sweaty and have fun, this wasn't what I had in mind."

"I know."

"No, not that. Ugh, this is impossible. I don't even know how to – this is pointless." She tried shooting an arrow, but failed miserably. It fell just a few feet from her, not even reaching the target.

"No, Felicity, it's very pointy." Felicity gave Oliver a pointed look at his pun. Oh ha, pointed look. Someone stop her. She picked up another arrow and this time, took a deep breath, squinting her eyes and stared at the target. When she released it, again, it just fell a few feet from her. She glanced over at Oliver to see how he was doing and she wasn't surprised when Oliver kept hitting the bull's-eye. Oliver dropped his equipment on the ground and walked over to Felicity. He stepped into her space, wrapping his arms around hers. Felicity swore she could feel Oliver's heartbeat against her back. It was beating faster than normal, she wanted to ask why, but decided against it, because oh if he only knew, hers was too.

"Felicity, relax."

"Okay, okay."

"Set your sight. Hit the target."

"More like hit the grass."

"Focus. Breath in. Feel the bow string tighten, the breeze against your skin. And as you breathe out, just let everything go."

Felicity did as what Oliver told her to do and from what she saw, she hit the bulls-eye. Instinctively, she pumped her fist with the bow in hand in the air, shouting a big, "YES!" and turned to Oliver, who was so close to her.

She didn't know why, but she hugged him and said, "You're right, this is fun. Let's do it again," then she let go of Oliver, got another arrow and tried again.

Oliver opened the door for Felicity and entered the Jitters for their late lunch. They had changed into their new set of clothes after their tiring activities of archery and horseback riding and both had a brisk, refreshing shower. Oliver was in a dark blue button up, dark jeans and brown oxfords, while Felicity was in a polka dotted top, a red skirt and her grey Keds. She had forgotten to bring matching shoes, but at least she had extra socks.

Oliver had spotted a familiar back of the head and approached him, Oliver looked at where Barry was looking and saw Iris, if he remembered correctly, and kissing someone he didn't know and said, "Hey. That's not going to work out."

Barry turned to the voice, surprised, "Oliver! Felicity, hey!"

Felicity turned from the menus to face the familiar voice, "Oh, Barry! Hey!" Then she turned to Oliver, "We were in Central City the whole time?" He nodded in response.

"What brought you here in Central City? You could've texted and told me you two were coming."

"Oh, I didn't know we were here." Felicity pointed Oliver her thumb, "He brought me here. It was our day off."

"Oh?" Barry's knowing smile grew wider at the two.

Oliver saw Iris walking towards their direction with a big smile on her face. He instantly stepped away from Barry and moved closer to Felicity, almost giving into the temptation of wrapping his arms around Felicity's waist. Instead, he put his hands behind his back and grinned at Iris.

"Iris! Hey." Iris hugged Felicity.

"Felicity, Oliver, what are you guys doing here?"

"Oliver and I decided to go for a really late lunch and coffee."

"I'll fix your orders." Iris smiled brightly, walking to the counter with Felicity.

Oliver took the seat across Barry and the latter gave an awkward smile.

"How are you Barry?" Oliver started.

"I'm great. How about you and Felicity?"

"There's no Felicity and I."

"Right, but I mean, how are you two? As individuals."

"I'm fine, and so is Felicity."

"That's great." Barry took a sip from his cup of coffee, eyeing Felicity and Iris chatting at the counter. Oliver looked at where Barry was looking and looked back at him.

"That's not going to work out." Oliver stated once again.

"Is it that obvious?"

"That you love Iris?"

"I don't know, I just… If she's happy, I'm happy. So if she's happy with Eddie, then I'll be happy for her." Barry gave a tight smile.

"I understand. If you need anyone to talk to, just know I'm here."

"How about you? Do you think it's going to work out with Felicity?"

"What?"

"Obviously, you're not together, or else Felicity would've already told me. You've said so yourself too, there's no you and Felicity. And judging by the way you look at her, or how close you seem, I'd say you have feelings for." Oliver smiled at the thought of Felicity, "Just so you know Oliver, I care about Felicity. She's been a good friend to me and I don't to see her get hurt. Don't bring her hopes up and suddenly bring it down."

"I won't."

"I can't believe how he almost set you on fire. He usually isn't that clumsy."

"I know, but it was so funny. My shirt was completely toast, it was a good thing I decided not to go braless then. And good thing Caitlyn had an extra sweater."

"How could I have missed that?"

"You were probably busy with Eddie then."

"Maybe." Iris giggled as they reached the counter. "Hey Margie, my friend would like to order." Felicity gave their orders to the girl in-charge of the counter at the moment and paid for it. Iris and Felicity remained standing there, waiting for their orders.

"So how are you and Oliver?"

"There's no Oliver and I."

Iris laughed at Felicity's quick response, "Right, but how are you two?"

"We're fine. And by we, I mean, as individuals."

"Oh just drop it. I'm sure you guys will end up together anyway. Why else would you be here with him? On a day off? On a date?"

"It's not a date. Well, I think it's not a date. But that's because I don't want to assume. Oliver and I are good friends, and I don't want to ruin that. And I'm his executive assistant too, we can't have anything more than platonic or professional relationship."

"But you wish you do."

"Yeah. I guess I do."

"Order's complete."

Barry stood up from his seat and walked over to Felicity and Iris, Oliver did the same, carrying the tray of food Felicity was holding. Barry bid his goodbye as he said he was late for work and didn't even realize it. Iris went back to her shift and was now manning the counter. Oliver and Felicity ate in silence.

"Felicity, this is me noticing you staring."

"I thought you didn't like Barry."

"I never said that."

"Well I'm glad you two are friends." Oliver smiled. "And thank you."

"For what?" Oliver asked taking a big bite from his sandwich.

"For the day off. And earlier. I had fun. And letting me see Barry and Iris even though you probably didn't know they were here, because I didn't. Well I knew Iris worked here, but I thought we were in a different branch of Jitters."

"You're welcome, Felicity. We both needed the day off."

"So what's next on the itinerary?"

"I don't know. I was thinking of going home and just chill."

"And binge-watch Supernatural? Yes? Yes?"

"With popcorn and red wine."

"You know me too well, Queen." Oliver chuckled in response.

AUTHOR'S NOTE: Well there it goes. I hope you liked it. Don't forget to review, favorite and follow! Also, tell me, how would you want to wooed? ;) Next chapter will be Step Two: Make Her Smile :D It will also be the gala night. So fun fun fun

Okay random, I haven't watched Supernatural. Actually just two episodes so far from Season 1, it creeps me out. I want to continue though. But is it really scary? That's my worry. Sometimes I have a weak heart, sometimes I don't. I'm weird like that I guess.