Just a short little story, Felicity musing about spring and Barry and Oliver… And, stupid cupid!
Based on the following lyrics: I wish the couple on the corner would just get a room/seems like everyone around me 's on their honeymoon/I'd love to put a pin in a heartshaped balloon/everybody's got somebody but me.
If you can guess the song and author, there's a cookie in it. Or a muffin? You decide!
Felicity loved springtime. Everything just seemed brighter, more alive. She loved the colors of the city in the spring, the trees that grew new leaves, the flowers in the park. She was most definitely a spring-person herself. Her love of color and short skirts was a reflection of that. And she liked sitting in the park, on a bench. Just sitting.
Okay, she wasn't just sitting, she was usually working on something on her tablet. But she was still outdoors, and that counted, didn't it? At least she was outside, instead of in a high-rise, or a basement.
What she absolutely hated about spring though, is that it not only brought out the flowers and the sun. But also them! Them, in this case being, the luvy-duvy people she spotted everywhere. It was really annoying. And sometimes very inappropriate. Like that couple on the corner, if his tongue was any deeper in her throat he'd be licking the floor.
Maybe hate was a strong word. And she actually loved the luvy-duvy stuff, when she was the one doing it. But let's face it. Between her extremely long days at QC, and her extremely consuming nightly activities, there wasn't much room to date. The last date she'd gone on, if you could call it a date, was now in a coma in Central City.
She missed Barry. Maybe not exactly in a romantic kind of way, but certainly in the friendly way. He'd make her feel less awkward, because he was a little socially challenged too. She often wished she could talk to him. Even if it was just to say hi. He knew her secret, and that alone made it a lot less hard to maintain a relationship. Never mind the fact that she secretly (or not so secretly, according to John) had a crush on her superhero boss.
She probably wouldn't have noticed everyone being in love around her if she'd not had met Oliver. Because she might have been in the same bubble. After all, she still would be working in IT and still would have had her nights free. But now, being the odd duck out, she felt the loneliness twice as hard.
She had reclined so many offers from friends to go out, they had eventually stopped calling. She was just to tired most of the time, and usually she was half asleep already before her head had hit the pillow. Besides, all her friends had boyfriends, or fiancées or husbands to dance with and cuddle up to and she didn't want to be the fifth wheel.
So yeah, she missed Barry, because even if it hadn't been love at first sight (at least not for her) it could have turned into love eventually. She'd get over Oliver and be happy. On the other hand, it really wasn't fair to Barry if she pretended. Even if it was more for her benefit than his.
She decided to grab something to eat at Big Belly, because she was hungry. And had a need for comfort food. She walked the 5 blocks over to the fastfood restaurant, and waved a little at Carly, who was serving a family of 4.
She took a seat in their usual booth, Carly already on her way with a soda. The good thing about being on a first name basis with the staff of a restaurant was that they knew your orders. That, and Carly was just an amazing person.
She stared out the window, because she couldn't stomach the sight of a cute couple sitting 2 booths in front of her. She cursed cupid, and the other arrow wielding pain in the butt she knew.
Maybe someone would come in, and their eyes would meet, and it would be there instantly, cupid finally on her side. So she turned to the door, just as somebody walked in.
She gazed in his deep blue and very familiar eyes and thought Cupid, I'll clip your wings for this!
Well… who would the blue eyed customer be, I ask? I'll bet you guys know!
Drop some comments down below!, And remember the goodies!
