A/N: So...here's chapter 6!

I wrote and re-wrote and re-wrote this one. This is actually very different from what I had originally intended this chapter to look like and I really like this much better. I hope you guys like it too!

By 7:50 she stood in the elevator wearing a dark purple, strapless, high-low dress, contacts, high heels, and her hair loose. Just as she stepped out of the elevator, she saw James enter the building and she smiled, walking quickly over to him and letting him engulf her in a hug.

"You look amazing Felicity," he said.

She stepped back to look at his suit and she had to admit that he looked like he was worth multimillions. "You don't look so bad yourself," she smiled and smoothed the lapels of his jacket. "Seriously, no girlfriend?"

He laughed, putting his hand on the small of her back and leading her out. "No."

She was surprised to find a chauffer holding open the car door once they stepped out. She gave him a questioning look and he shrugged. "My potential partner insisted I borrow it during my stay in Starling."

The drive was spent talking about their day at work. Apparently James had been subjected to an equally boring meeting for the better part of four hours. After he'd told her that, she suddenly felt grateful that today's meeting had been only two hours long.

They arrived at a restaurant Felicity immediately recognized. It was one of the more expensive and opulent restaurants. James lead her inside and asked the waiter for their reserved table and as soon as they sat down, the 'catching up' commenced. She hadn't seen him since high school. He told her about Cambridge which he had attended; about the mass amounts of work, the professors, and the friends he had made.

They were so enthralled with one another that the waiter had to come back three times before they actually looked at the menu and decided what to order.

"So Licity. Tell me, why Starling?"

"I don't know really. I just knew that I wanted to be in a city. I wanted something new and exciting. I also knew I wanted to work for a large company, because you know, a large company usually means they have lots of money and they make sure to spend some of that money on the latest tech equipment."

She watched him shake his head in amusement and run a hand through his raven hair.

"You know how outdated equipment and systems hurt me. They hurt me in my soul."

He laughed at her, taking a sip of his red wine. "Yes, Licity I know. Believe me, I know."

She laughed too. "Anyway, Queen Consolidated had it all and I applied for the job. I got it and bought my one-way ticket to Starling."

"And then you became the EA of the CEO," James finished.

She tilted her head to the side and gave him a hard look. "You make it sound like a bad thing," she said.

"Tell me, that you are one hundred percent happy with your career change and that you wouldn't jump at the chance to return to your old job," he challenged with a sympathetic look. She could tell that he already knew her answer.

"I can't tell you that," she said honestly. "I'm not completely miserable though." It was true, she wasn't. Considering it however, she came to the conclusion that the only thing that kept her from being completely miserable was the fact that she knew that she was helping the city alongside Oliver and Diggle. If she hadn't been part of the team and had been forced to take the job, she probably would have quit and applied to work at a different company.

"Exactly. Licity I don't want you to be unhappy. You're my best friend and I watched proudly as you followed your dreams all throughout high school got and got accepted into MIT. This is your life and you need to live it the way you want to live it," he said seriously. Despite the seriousness of his tone, the slight smile never left his face and Felicity found herself wondering if she had ever seen him without it.

She had seen him without it. She remembered Robin Grouper and laughed. James raised an eyebrow and she began to explain. "I remember the time when Robin Grouper decided it would be funny to write 'Loser' on every one of my notebooks and throw my bag in the trash can during the 9th grade. You got so angry when I told you that you walked up to him at lunch and punched him right in the gut before taking his bag and emptying it's contents in the trash can. He never bothered me again and we became friends with him in 11th grade."

James' eyes lit up at the memory and he laughed along with her. "I remember that!"

"Back to the original topic, I will quit as soon as I am unhappy with my life," she promised. She had strategically used the word 'life' instead of 'job' and she could tell that James had noticed because he huffed in annoyance. She smiled sheepishly at him. She had forgotten how well he knew her.

"How did you become friends with Oliver Queen anyway?"

"He came into my office one day with a crashed laptop. I fixed it and then every time he had a technical problem he came to me,"she recalled with a smile. From the moment he had walked into her office, he'd shown her a side of him that had been absent since the island. She was pretty sure that if he hadn't gotten shot that faithful day when he'd found his way into her car, he would have eventually told her his secret anyway.

James raised an eyebrow.

"You have to remember that he was on an island for five years. I guess he felt less embarrassment about his lack of tech knowledge around me. So that's how we became friends." Now she desperately wanted to change the subject; Oliver Queen was a subject set on unstable ground. "How is your sister doing?"

"Oh. I can't believe I didn't tell you! She followed your footsteps and recently got into MIT. This is her first year and she loves it."

Felicity grinned widely. She remembered how much she used to love babysitting James' sister. "That's great! Do you have her number or her Skype?"

"Right," he said taking out his phone. "It's a good thing you reminded me because I told her yesterday that I was meeting up with you and ended up listening to an hour lecture, slash, rant on how I can't be selfish with you and keep you all to myself. She scolded for a good ten to fifteen minutes for not calling her the minute I bumped into you and blah blah blah…." He paused, looking up from his phone and rolling his eyes. "She absolutely adores you."

He told her the number and she added it into her contacts. Just then, the waiter brought their food and they ate slowly, talking all the while.

"Remember how many all-nighters we pulled in high school?" James asked when they had finished eating.

"Oh my gosh yes! They weren't really supposed to be all-nighters though; they were supposed to be study sessions. Unfortunately you had the attention span of a goldfish! Do you know how many times I caught you aimlessly staring?"

"In my defense, I started paying attention after you started throwing things at me," he said holding his hands up.

It wasn't until they were in the car that she realized she hadn't asked him the most important question. "So, when do you find out whether or not you'll be moving here? Because let me tell you, that would be pretty great! It would totally be like old times but you know, different since I have a job and you have a job—even if you don't stay we need to make sure to keep in touch this time and—"

He raised his eyebrows, "Felicity—"

"I'm telling you, it will be great! We'd go out for lunch and complain about our jobs—I'll probably be doing most of the complaining since I am the EA—and then maybe you could come to those super boring galas—and honestly I've never really understood why my presence is required at those things, I mean Oliver says that he needs me there, but it's super boring and like who wants to talk to the EA? Everyone wants to talk to the CEO."

"Licity I—"

"But if you came with me then we'd make fun of the snobbish rich people and it would actually be kind of fun. I wouldn't have to talk to Isabel either—that woman just sets my teeth on edge. Like who is that angry all the time? Really she—"

"Felicity!"

She stopped short and blushed, "Oops…that was some serious rambling…sorry…"

He looked utterly amused, "It's alright. I actually missed that." He smiled, "I'll know by Friday."

"And when do you leave?"

"Monday, so we'll have the weekend."

They were now half way to her apartment and although it was now 11:00, she wasn't quite ready to let the night end. She had this irrational fear that she'd wake up the next day and everything would return to normal—well, what she had come to know as her 'normal' life without James.

When they stood in front of her apartment building James turned to her abruptly, "How about a movie night?"

She laughed, remembering the hundreds of movie nights they had had when they were in middle school and in high school. She ducked her head a little and looked up at him batting her eyelashes—whenever she'd done that in elementary school or middle school he'd groaned and said 'yes' to whatever she wanted, claiming he couldn't say 'no' to that face. "Do I get to pick the movies?"

He sighed in mock exasperation and pretended to consider it for a moment, before throwing his head back and groaning. "Yes! You can pick. And really that isn't fair: the face."

She knew that the face hadn't worked since high school and she knew that he was only pretending for old times sake. She recalled being confused when it had failed for the first time and she had asked him what had changed; James had simply shrugged and said: "You're just not that cute anymore Licity." She had been a little offended and confused, but she had shrugged it off and later learned that if she babbled enough about what she wanted, he would say 'yes' eventually.

About half an hour later they sat on the couch waiting for the movie to start. She had changed into her Minion (from Despicable Me) pj's and he had changed into a pair of grey sweatpants and a dark blue shirt; he had intended to go to the gym earlier that day and he'd left the clothes in the car, but he'd never made it to the gym because of the meeting.

Out of the corner of her eye, she could see James shake his head as a young James T. Kirk took his mother's car for a joyride, but she knew he loved the 2009 Stark Trek movie because as children, they'd watched every single episode of the original show.

By the time they began to watch Star Trek: Into Darkness James was laying down on the couch while she lay safely tucked at his side. His arm lay across her waist and her head was placed on his chest. Nearing the end of the movie, when Spock chased Khan, Felicity's eyes fell shut and she slept contently in the arms of her best friend feeling like a little girl a again.

They woke up to the sound of his phone alarm. There was a lot of eye rubbing, yawning, and pressing of the snooze button before one of them actually decided that they really should get up.

"Licity," James said, stroking her head.

"Mmmm?"

"Felicity we have to get up and go to work."

"Yeah," she said, sleepily patting his cheek without cracking open an eye. "Five minutes."

"Felicity the first time we said that was twenty minutes ago. Luckily my alarm goes off extra early, but now we really do have to get up."

"No," she protested snuggling into his chest.

"Felicity."

"No."

"Licity," he said sternly.

She sighed and opened her eyes, "Fine. You win."

He chuckled and she patted his cheek fondly again before climbing over him stretching once she stood. He followed suit and after a moment of lazily looking around, she said: "I'll shower first."

He nodded, "I'll make coffee."

She showered quickly, choosing to wear a black pencil skirt and a blue blouse. Luckily, she had had the sense to take out her contacts before they had watched the movie the night before. She hadn't done her make-up or brushed her hair yet, but she walked out to find James drinking his coffee while he read a book at the small circular table right outside of the kitchen. "Bathroom is all yours."

He looked up and smiled at her, "Your coffee is right here," he said gesturing to the cup across from him. With one more gulp of his coffee, he stood, kissing her on the forehead before heading to the bathroom. He walked of her room ten minutes later bare-chested, wearing only his dress pants. "Show off," she said, as she looked at his sculpted chest.

His only response was a chuckle and she quickly headed into the bathroom to do her make-up and brush her hair. She could hear the muffled sounds of the TV as she tied her hair into her regular ponytail. She'd just finished her make-up when she heard a knock, which she assumed, came from the TV. She quickly pulled her heels on and walked out of the room, trying to put her right earing on when she stopped short. She'd forgotten that Oliver and Diggle were picking her up!

"Oliver," she said slightly nervous. 'How am I going to explain this?!' Oliver turned to her from the doorway, an unreadable expression on his face.

She turned to James, and met his confused eyes. 'Shit! Now he's probably wondering why my boss is—' Her eyes went wide, "James what— why—why are you still shirtless?!"

"I was watching TV," he explained lamely as Felicity felt herself turning as red as a tomato. She watched, mouth slightly agape in disbelief as James turned to Oliver with an easy smile and extended his hand. "You must be Oliver Queen."

A/N: So? I wanted to give some background on James' and Felicity's friendship.

What did you guys think? I hope you liked it.