A/N: This is a random AU for how I think Oliver and Laurel could have transitioned from friends to boyfriend/girlfriend. It's probably a long shot, but that's the miracle of fanfiction, right?

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She was at a point in her life where she didn't want boys, breakups, or romance to cloud her judgement. She needed a clear head to focus on her studies. but, that didn't mean she wasn't dragged on the spontaneous occasion to go out for a long night on the town Which is one of the many reasons she loves him but can't tell him.

Her head is starting to ache from the sentence she has been reading for the past five minutes. She couldn't concentrate and everything went down the drain as soon as she saw her sister's name flash on her phone. "What do you want?"

"There's a party tonight and I need a wingman," her sister's voice pleaded. Laurel sighed and rubbed her temple again. Normal Friday nights for Sara meant that she'd go to the frat house, get roaring drunk, and then start all of it again Saturday afternoon. Laurel looked at her frustrating reading and gave a long sigh.

"When do you need me?" she asked quietly. She heard Sara's squeal and then a guess of about fifteen minutes. Laurel nodded and hung up on her sister. She packed all of her books back up and made her way back to her apartment. Her roommates were out at the moment, thank God, when she opened her door for her sister to walk in. sara smiled at her excitedly.

"The other girls bailed on me. I mean, they seriously ditched me for that yacht party Tommy's throwing. How superficial is that?" she shook her head as Laurel set all of her things on her bed. "What are you going to wear tonight?"

"Probably something simple," Laurel replied and pulled out a skirt and top. Her sister nodded her approval. She chatted about her day while Laurel changed. The only thing required of the older sister was to stand and nod.

"I heard Ollie's off the market again," Sara said while she ran a hand through her hair as she examined her reflection in Laurel's bathroom mirror. Laurel just nodded and pulled her hair down. "I hope he finally notices me."

Laurel picked up a discarded purse and shoved all of her essentials into it. "All right. Lets go. I'm ready to dance the night away."

Sara smiled and giggled as they made their way to the frat house Oliver Queen frequented. Sara walked up and flirted with the guy watching the door. They exchanged banter as per Sara's custom and he ushered them in. he stopped Laurel briefly to whisper, "He's upstairs… it's the fifteenth drink in the last two hours."

Laurel sighed and smiled her thanks. Sara pulled her through the door of the loud frat house before Laurel could continue the conversation. Sara made her way through the crowd to the open bar. Laurel walked toward the stairs and gazed around at the drunken revelry happening. It had been her scene every weekend a couple of years ago. When she finally asked herself what she wanted… everything stopped as that dream became her new goal. She dedicated everything she could because she wanted to become a lawyer with a passion that surprised almost everyone she knew.

Laurel cautiously walked up the steps and saw someone breathe a long sigh of relief at her presence. "He's at the end of the hall… something bad happened 'cause he showed up drunk."

Laurel heard a couple of giggles and moans from the different bedrooms she passed. She walked to a second floor living area in the gigantic house and saw Oliver leaned over a pool table. no one else was in the vicinity, so she grabbed a stick. "Can I join?"

He looked at her and gave a nod. She watched his uneven movements as he set up a new game. he motioned for her to break. She did effortlessly and then said, "I'll take colored."

"Whatever," he mumbled and drank something from a glass she hadn't seen. Laurel sighed and purposely missed her first ball. He laughed at her mistake. "What do you want, Laurel?"

"To screw your brains out. What else?" she smartly stated. He roared with laughter and set his butt on the spot where she needed to line up the stick and the cue. She rose up and gazed at him.

"I never could turn you down," he ventured. Her eyebrow rose and he grinned at her. "We were each others' firsts, remember?"

"The awkward sex that lasted for five minutes? I forgot all about it," she responded. He grinned at her attempt to hide her feelings. "If I got trapped with you again, I'd demand commitment from you."

"Maybe I'm ready," he whispered in her ear. She shoved him away, but his face came level with hers. He smiled at her. his head rested on her shoulder. "I need a distraction, baby."

"I'm not a two night stint, Oliver," she whispered. He nodded and brought his arms around her waist. He pulled her closer. He breathed in her scent of soap and tulips. She calmed him and it was his ultimate addiction. He needed a change. He wanted her and only her… even if he didn't know he could give up his lifestyle right now.

"I'm serious… for once in my life. I want you more than anything else," he confessed. He straightened and grabbed her hand. "Lets go on a date. You'll drive."

They walked through the crowded house. Oliver nodded to various people. laurel spotted Sara by the bar making small talk with the bartender. Laurel didn't have time to yell her goodbye as Oliver dragged her through the house.

As everything else that Oliver started, he put every effort into their relationship. She fell for him completely after three months. He was an intense flame that no amount of water could put out.

Laurel knew when everything was over, he'd break her heart into a million pieces.

A/N: I hope you liked it! Leave a review if you want!

Until Next Time,

DBA