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Okay, one last thing.

TIMELINE : Currently, it's Feb 2015 in Starling. I actually thought of putting July cause in Feb I would have to show Winter.

But according to show, the City has pleasant weather all the time. So, yeah it's Feb.

Feb 2015.

And Six years ago is the end of 2008. Are we clear?

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Without further Ado,

Thanks for waiting.

Word Count : 7015

Beta : Kamaza ( Thank you so much :* This honestly would suck without you :P )

"True love never fades away.

No matter what."

Chapter Eight : Then and Now

"This is my room," Felicity started as she stared at the iPad while standing in front of her bed. Donna Smoak had a wide smile on her face as she gazed at her daughter who was video conferencing her from Starling City.

Felicity walked out of her bedroom before heading towards the guest bedroom where Courtney and Ray were staying, "This is the guest bedroom." She said, moving the device across the room.

Courtney suddenly popped up behind Felicity and Donna could swear, her heart stopped beating for a split second.

These kids would be the end of her one day.

"Hey Donna," She grinned at the screen and the elder Smoak smiled back, "Hi Courtney." She greeted her too, "Where's your husband?" And Courtney pointed towards the bathroom, "He in in the shower." She told her and Donna nodded, "Felicity, the rest of the house..?"

Felicity blinked, "Of course." She started walking, this time heading towards the stairs that would be lead her to the living room.

"Please tell me you have a bar too?"

"Mom!"

"Felicity, did you talk to the dealer?" Felicity looked at Ray as she dropped the spoon she was clutching on the table. "I did." She told him and Ray frowned, "And you paid."

"Ray, this house if for me." She declared as she picked up the spoon again before dipping it in the milk and cereal bowl. "But I thought the money thing ended when I let you pay half the bill at the hotel." Felicity groaned at that, "That was cause I did stay with you guys and I was supposed to pay half of it."

Ray rolled his eyes, "When will you stop being so-"

"Stubborn, independent?" Courtney offered him words before she pushed the sandwich plate in his direction and he looked at her before completing the sentence, "Stubborn. I mean, why do I even try?" He ended while Felicity laughed. Ray frowned, the next second as he stared at the breakfast that was laid on the table, "Sandwiches, cereal, fruits? What happened to bacon and eggs?"

Courtney clicked her fingers in front of his face which snapped his attention, "This is our first day in this house Ray. This is all we have. Do you seriously expect bacon and eggs?" She said before pointing towards the kitchen, "Just look at that kitchen."

The kitchen wasn't really ready at the moment. Although it did look pretty, thanks to the workers and the three occupants working their ass off for three days straight-it looked awesome. To be very frank, the house looked awesome.

It had two bedrooms. The first one belonging to Felicity which she had decorated in a short amount of time, it was bright and beautiful while the other one was the guest bedroom-that was plain and simple much to the chagrin of Courtney. The living room happened to have a dining table at one end, while on the other end there was couch-right in front of was a large LED television.

It was great.

But some necessities were still missing. Like the gas supply, groceries and wifi.

Felicity definitely needed wifi.

She'd wondered if it was weird that for her it came before food.

Ray rolled his eyes as he reached for the sandwich while grumbling under his breath, "I get it."

Felicity's phone started buzzing as she let go of her spoon for the second time that day, her right hand reaching for the phone while her left cleaned the residual milk on her mouth, "I need to leave." She said while skidding her finger across the screen to dismiss the alarm. She got up and the couple looked at her, their eyebrows raised.

They looked alike.

Freaky.

"Meeting in an hour," She answered their unspoken question before putting up hers as she made her way towards the couch where her bag was kept along with her coat. "When do you guys plan on leaving?" And Courtney chose to speak, "We still have to book the tickets." She told her and Felicity jiggled her head, trying to acknowledge her response, "That's good. I'm leaving. I'll call you later," She ranted before promptly closing the door.

"This girl is working so much these days." Ray murmured and Courtney agreed.

"Yeah. But at least she is settling back," She added with a small smile before getting up.

Ray bit his lip for a split second before asking her something, "Are you sure we're doing the right thing?" He paused momentarily, "Shouldn't we stay here with her? I mean in two days-"

Courtney chose to cut him off, her voice soft, "I know, Ray. But just trust me on this one, okay? She needs to do this alone."

Ray sighed.

Alone.

Would she able to do it?

Felicity fiddled with her purse as she took out her car key.

Yes, finally.

Her car was here.

She grinned to herself as she walked towards her Mini Cooper. The car was small and cheap but it was the emotional attachment to it that made it special. The vehicle was what? Seven years older-she furrowed her eyebrows as she thought about it.

Honestly? She didn't remember. But she had never been able to let go of it. She had another car back at home which was a gift from her friends – An SUV to be precise when she finally overcame her fear. It was amazing but still she preferred her small car over it.

Nothing can beat memories, right? Even if many of them were with Oliver.

Most of the time, she tried not to think about them.

Most of the time, yeah.

"Mr. Queen," Oliver was greeted by an unfamiliar voice the minute he entered the conference room and his eyebrows furrowed as he tried to locate the source of it.

Isabel Rochev.

God, she looked scarier in person.

"It seems like people were right about you." She told him coldly and Oliver was pretty sure that this was what her actual voice sounded like.

"I'm sorry." He mumbled, his eyes flickering towards the blonde who was sitting on the chair, a smirk on her face. She waved the red pen she was holding in the air lightly, her eyebrows hiking up and she gave him a grin.

Oliver groaned internally, "Clearly, being a CEO didn't change you Mr. Queen." She ranted and Oliver snapped out of his thoughts, "I'm sorry?" It came off as a question as his head moved forward slightly, both of his eyebrows rise

"Forget it." Isabel sneered and Oliver saw Felicity flinch at that.

Not that he was noticing.

Oliver chose to ignore the brunette as he made his way towards the vacant chair beside Felicity. He made sure to nod his head towards the other people who were present in the room while doing so.

He sat on the chair, his blue eyes turning towards Felicity who was fiddling with her pen. She stared at him as she pressed her lips together, trying to control her laughter. "Something funny?" Oliver questioned her sardonically and Felicity immediately shook her head, "Nothing."

The duo noticed Isabel staring at Oliver rather harshly and if only looks could kill. "Stop." Oliver mumbled and Felicity looked in his direction, "What?"

"That smile," Oliver spoke, his teeth gnashed together as he tried to show everybody he wasn't really speaking, "This was the first and the last time this has happened," He told her, "No one talks to Oliver Queen like that. " He started, "and stop smiling," He looked at her and Felicity stared back before she focused her attention on the file opened in front of her.

"You really need to stop referring yourself in third person." She mumbled.

"It still freaks you out?" He laughed lightly, "I'll continue doing it."

"Asshole." Felicity mumbled under her breath.

Someone clicked their fingers and the two CEOs turned to look at Isabel who shot them an annoyed look.

Felicity was pretty sure that was her usual look.

"If the romance is over, can we focus?" This caused Felicity and Oliver to look at each other before Felicity pulled the file rather harshly and swung her chair, her back facing Oliver.

Romance.

Yeah, right.

"What? No!" Oliver's voice was full of astonishment and Felicity did wonder for a split second what was it that the person on the other end had said but she chose to ignore it.

She sipped her cappuccino before picking her phone up and messaging Courtney, reminding her of the people who were going to visit her house later during the day. It made her feel guilty that it was they who were doing all the work and she made a mental note to visit Big Belly Burger on the way to fetch them some delicious burgers.

"Hey," She blinked before turning towards Oliver whose hand was in the air. He was clutching his iPhone and before Felicity could ask anything further, Oliver cleared her doubt, "It's for you."

Her eyebrows rose up and she pointed her index finger at herself, "Me?" She double checked. Oliver grunted before nodding and Felicity placed her phone on the table before taking his phone out of his hand.

"Hello?" She was hesitant. Up until now, her track record with the Queen Family wasn't the best, so you couldn't really blame the woman for bracing for the worst, right?

"Felicity?" And Felicity let out a sigh of relief she didn't know she was holding. Apparently, Oliver had been chatting with Judith. "Grammy," She greeted her, a smile crossing her face, "How are you?"

"I'm great dear." She heard from the other end and it felt good to be talked to politely for once. She had wanted to talk to Grammy before but alas, when were circumstances ever in her favour?

"What about you?"

She could see Oliver roll his eyes before he stood up and walked out of the office, without even looking at her once.

Talk about awkward.

"I'm fine." She spoke softly, "Listen, the reason why I wanted to talk you." And Felicity pressed the mobile closer to her ear-if that was even possible, "Day after tomorrow. We have a small party."

Felicity's eyebrows furrowed, "Party?"

"Yeah, we have it every year. It's more like a small function. Not many people come-and media is not allowed too. More like a charity ball so we can celebrate and donate money-You know, because day after tomorrow it's-"

Felicity's heart thudded as the realisation dawned on her. She pulled the phone away instantly, pressing the side button as the screen lit up and she saw the date.

8th February.

"Two days to go,"-she mumbled incoherently, her lips moving. She can't believe she forgot.

"Felicity?" She blinked repeatedly before nodding her head. She closed her eyes, realizing that Judith couldn't see her. She ran her left hand through her-or well tried to, since her hair was in a ponytail. She pressed the hand on her head and closed her eyes while murmuring, "Yeah, yeah I am here."

"Will you come too?"

Felicity was caught in an emotional conundrum as she stuttered to answer, "I-I don't know." Thankfully for her, Judith understood, "It's alright sweetheart. I'll put your name on the guest list either way. But I'll really appreciate it if you come, okay?" Felicity sighed and nodded, "Yeah, yeah." She murmured, "Thank you."

"You alright?" Judith asked her.

Felicity stage whispered, "I'm okay." She told her, not really in the mood of talking at the moment. Ten seconds later, she hung up having exchanged her goodbyes with Grammy who also had asked her to call her later. Felicity placed the phone on the table-the screen illuminating to show her the wallpaper.

Oliver, Tommy and Laurel.

She let out a hoarse chuckle as she saw the happy picture before she pushed the phone away. She held on to the table lightly while she recalled the conversation that took place minutes ago.

She forgot. How could she frigging forget?! She could feel tears welling up in her eyes at her stupidity. She stood up in an instant and started walking out of the cabin.

Evelyn turned her attention towards the blonde who had just gotten out of the office, her eyes analysing her and she could tell something was wrong. Call it girly instinct. Or maybe it was the fact that her eyes were red and her pace was fast.

"Are you okay, ma'am?" She asked her and Felicity answered almost instantly,

"Yeah," She spoke, "I just need some air." With that she walked out.

Oliver found his way back to the cabin fifteen minutes later. Honestly, he didn't want to hear his Grammy invite Felicity to the party. He knew she should be invited-after all it was a special day for both of them, but should was the key word.

Doesn't mean they have too.

He didn't want her in his house and he believed if he did invite her-it would be his first step towards weakening. After all, he had been always vulnerable around her.

He didn't want to be weak.

He frowned the minute he saw the vacant cabin. His head pivoted towards the two assistants who were sitting on their chairs, "Where did Ms. Smoak go?"

"I don't know," Evelyn stated and Oliver's brows came together, "She said she needed some air." The lines on his forehead disappeared as he understood.

She needed some air.

….

Felicity sat on the bench on the roof of the building. She wrapped her arms around herself and mentally cursed herself for not bringing her coat.

She looked down, her mind running a thousand miles an hour.

Day after tomorrow was a great day. One of the best days in Felicity's life but yet she forgot about it. Was this how important it was?

The guilt was clawing her from inside. How can she forget something so special? A set of twin tears rolled down her cheeks and she didn't bother wiping them as she knew soon, more would follow.

She forgot about it. Something that was supposed to be kept so precious and she didn't remember it. She briefly wondered if Grammy hadn't called-maybe she would have carried on with her life normally, without even realizing that she had missed a special day.

No, she couldn't forget about it.

That was just wrong.

So wrong.

She sniffed as her eyes flickered around. It had been more than four years since she had visited the rooftop of Queen Consolidated. It was her secret hideout. Only a few selective people knew about it. A place where she knew no one would disturb her.

A place where she came when she wanted to feel alone. A place she came to when she needed to think. Not many people visited the rooftop. Probably only the janitor. The roof mainly consisted of a couple of storerooms.

It was really high and that was probably the reason why she never neared the railing. Okay, maybe she did once or twice-it wasn't that great of an experience. The best part of the place was that it was really isolated which made Felicity love it.

Isolation, yeah.

All Felicity needed was to be alone.

Oliver held the pen tightly, his eyes skidding across the text that was written in the file. He snapped it shut the next second.

Isabel would probably kill him for that.

He didn't care.

He lacked focus.

His attention was getting deviated and he hated the feeling.

He dropped his pen as a sigh escaped his lips. He leaned completely against his chair as he contemplated the situation.

He raised his finger in the air before dropping it down-he shouldn't? Should he? He sighed at the last minute, knowing he wouldn't stop thinking about it otherwise-"Gerry,"

The assistant turned his attention towards the CEO in an instant before getting off his chair and moving into his office "Yes sir?"

"I need you to do something for me."

Felicity sighed as she brought her hands near her face before pressing her palms on her eyes as she took a deep breath. Her glasses had been discarded long ago because she felt the constant need to wipe her eyes.

Her palms felt wet and she wiped them against her eyes, trying to get rid of the wetness. Small thuds echoed across the small space and Felicity pivoted her head towards the source of it.

It was blurry.

She could tell it was a man though.

She pressed her eyes together as the residual tears escaped and her vision cleared, still not at its best though-"Gerry?" She murmured before wiping her cheeks and reaching for her glasses. The assistant smiled sheepishly and she could see a couple of things clutched in his hands-what was that? Pen boxes, pen stands-tissue boxes and Felicity was pretty sure they were other things in there that she couldn't make out, "What the hell?" She muttered as she stood up and Gerry gulped.

"I was just-" Gerry tried to wave his arms unsuccessfully, "Trying to help the janitor." A shadow crossed Felicity's face as she bit her lip, swallowing the doubts she had in mind.

She nodded and before she could realize what was happening, Gerry had walked past her and placed all the stuff near the bench that happened to be the closest to the storage room. She blinked and then, turned away.

Okay, no one was supposed to find her here.

"You look like," Gerry came towards Felicity, holding a tissue box and Felicity frowned, "Like you could use this." Felicity let out a breathy laugh as she took it,

"Thank you." She said she sat down, the box right beside her.

Okay, what else was she supposed to say?

"Since when do you help the janitor?" She frowned and Gerry muttered, "Since now." And Felicity's eyebrow furrowed, "What?"

"Since forever!" Gerry laughed before he had a lightbulb moment, his eyes widening momentarily.

He turned his eyes turned towards the exit, "Ah, I forgot to bring the key to the store room." He said as he moved his hands in his pocket and shot Felicity a nervous smile. "The key?" Felicity's eyebrows rose and Gerry nodded hastily, "I should leave." He pointed towards the door, his voice trailing off and Felicity gave him a slight nod at that.

Gerry breathed a sigh of relief as he started walking out. Felicity called out his name and he groaned internally, his eyes closing tightly, "Yes?" He turned around the next instant.

"Don't-" Felicity hesitated, "Don't tell anyone about this." Her voice trailed off before she added, "Especially Oliver."

Gerry gave her a thumbs up before he made an about turn, "He already knows." He murmured to himself as he started heading towards the lift.

When Gerry came downstairs, he made sure to nod towards Oliver who breathed a sigh of relief at the site of it.

Evelyn scrunched her nose as she looked at Gerry, "Why did you have to take all the supplies to the roof? What's the janitor for?" She questioned him and Gerry shook his head as he took his seat. "Perks of being the assistant." He laughed lightly.

Evelyn shook her head, a small laugh escaping her lips, "It just that, it makes no sense."

Gerry smiled knowingly, "It makes perfect sense actually."

….

Six and a half years ago

"You know for someone who is afraid of heights," Oliver started and Felicity whipped her head in his direction, "It makes no sense," He paused, "You know, you coming to the terrace to clear your head which clearly is really high." He explained.

Felicity's eyes widened for a second before she gained her momentum back and glared at him. She turned herself away from him as much as possible and Oliver smiled wryly, his hands tucked in his jean pocket.

Felicity shifted lightly in her seat when she felt Oliver sit right beside her. He looked at her warily before speaking, "I guess I deserve the silent treatment."

Felicity pivoted her head in his direction as she narrowed her eyes, "You think?" And Oliver's right eyebrow rose, "This would sound a lot more threatening if your cheeks weren't wet." Felicity let out a sound-that sounded like a cross between a whine and a whimper before she rubbed her cheeks, trying to get rid of the traces, "What are you doing here, Oliver?"

"Well," Oliver began as he trailed off the word, "I figured out that I was being an asshole that day so I came here to apologize but as it turns out your friends told me you were upset and you needed some air," He paused, "So I looked for you and found you."

"You came to apologize?" She murmured and Oliver nodded his head, his lips curled inwards.

Felicity scoffed at that she turned away and Oliver groaned. "Felicity-"

"You should go."

Oliver stayed adamant as he refused to leave, "I'm not going anywhere."

She had been with him whenever he needed and now it was his turn. He'll be damned if he left her alone.

Felicity was simply tired. Frankly, she didn't even have the strength to fight. After a fifteen minute crying session clubbed with a hectic day-

She was exhausted.

And he wasn't going to leave without answers, so she might as well talk to him, "What do you want Oliver?"

His voice was soft as he spoke, "I just want to know what is wrong with you." And Felicity could feel tears collecting in her eyes. "I-" She started and Oliver looked at her expectantly, "The supervisor told me to make a presentation for a project and when I saw the material-I made a few changes because I thought it would make it better." She stopped as she took a deep breath, "But I-I was wrong and he shouted at me in front of the entire staff." She burst into tears at the end of it and Oliver's mouth parted open, "You are crying because you got scolded?"

Felicity tried to muster a glare, "I've never been scolded in my entire life and he shouts at me in front of everyone!" She waved her arms in exaggeration while Oliver looked shocked, "Never been scolded in your entire life?" And Felicity whacked him in the arm, "Is that the only part you got?!" She sobbed and Oliver rubbed his arm as he realized she had started to cry.

"Don't cry," Oliver moved his hands in the air as he curled them, hesitant to do anything. He was never good with crying women. The only crying girl he had ever comforted was Thea-and that was when he bribed her with ice cream. "Don't cry," And Felicity looked down, sobs wracking her small body.

He didn't know how to make her stop but he didn't like seeing her cry.

"Don't," Oliver muttered as he titled her chin in his direction. Her eyes were shiny and they looked brighter-if that was even possible, Oliver mused to himself-"Don't," He enunciated the word as his thumb wiped away the tear tracks on her cheeks, "Cry." He ended it at a soft note and Felicity looked at him as she blinked her eyes repeatedly.

A moment of silence passed between them as Oliver ran his thumb along her cheek, a small smile on his lips. Felicity sighed softly as she leaned her head against his hand.

It was a second later that realization dawned on her as their last conversation ran through her head and she snapped out of it before promptly moving away from him. "You should go."

"Oh come on," Oliver whined, waving his hands in the air the minute she moved away, "Are you seriously still thinking about our fight?" He waited for an answer but when he didn't get one, he spoke sarcastically, "Fine. Cry alone. Besides, who cries over getting scolded?" And Felicity narrowed her eyes at him, "If you can't help me then get out!"

Oliver chuckled at that, "I think you ae forgetting, my father's company." He started, "I can stay here as long as I want." He ended stubbornly, his tone still playful.

Felicity looked at him as tears filled her eyes again and she cursed herself for being so sensitive, "And I am just an employee in your company?"

Oliver sighed, his face softening in a nanosecond, "Felicity." And Felicity turned her face away from him. "I'm sorry, alright? That was a dick move and I shouldn't have said it." On getting no response, he clenched his fists and he stared right ahead, "How about this? You want to cry, cry all you want. Just don't behave-"He looked at her, her blonde hair shining as the sun hit them-"Can we just forget about it for five minutes?"

He saw her stiffen and he knew she was listening.

"For five minutes. Can we forget about our fight?" He asked politely and Felicity didn't look at him. He took a deep breath, "You want to cry-" He had figured it out.

If Felicity wasn't going to stop crying, he wasn't going to force her to do it either. Sometimes the best way is to let it all out and he could see that this had clearly affected her. So, he was going to comfort her while she cried.

It's the least he could do.

"Cry all you want." He hesitated for a split second, "You-you can," His tone was tentative and he didn't even know why. "You can use my shoulder," He pointed at himself, his finger hovering in the air before he dropped his hand. His rubbed his fingers together, a nervous habit he had since he was kid.

Why was he so nervous? He had seen her do that with Tommy before, hadn't he? Besides, he was Oliver Queen.

Since when was he nervous around a girl?

But then again, he had seen a lot of firsts since he had met Felicity.

He stared ahead, his eyes capturing the view that was before his eyes-it was indeed very beautiful.

He waited for an answer.

And waited.

He didn't get any response.

He mouth parted open, ready to speak when he felt a hand on his arm. He bit back a smile as Felicity placed her head on his shoulder, her hand curling tightly around his bicep, "Five minutes." She whispered softly and Oliver could feel droplets of tears falling on his T-shirt.

Oliver turned his head, his lips hovering close to her golden hair, "Are you going to tell me now?" Felicity whimpered, "About what?"

"What did he say to you?"

Felicity tightened her hold on his arm and Oliver neared closer, "He said the truth. It was my fault." She started, "It's just that I've never been treated this way before." She sniffed and Oliver realized she wasn't crying anymore, "Back at MIT, I was one of the best students they had," She buried her head in the crook of his neck.

Oliver loved how it felt.

"My mum worked really hard for all of this and it all goes down the drain. When he shouted-I was just frustrated. I was really tired. I was awake for almost the entire night and then he screams at me in front of everyone. Everyone!" She exclaimed, "How bad is that for my professional career?" She stage whispered and Oliver placed his hand over hers.

Felicity blinked rapidly at the contact.

He squeezed her hand, "You are awesome at computers, Felicity. These things don't define you. We're humans, we make mistakes." He comforted her, "God knows the amount of mistakes that I have made in my life." He chuckled at that and he could even see a ghost of a smile on Felicity's face.

"So, cheer up, okay?" He told her, "Small mistakes don't overshadow your career." He stated before adding, "Besides, you screwing up gives me hope."

Felicity pulled away instantly, although her hand still lingered on his bicep, "My screwing up gives you hope?"

Oliver grinned goofily, "If people from MIT can screw up, then I can sure as hell screw up." Felicity laughed at that before she noticed where her hand was. She pulled it away almost instantly and a spasm crossed Oliver's face.

"Your T-shirt is wet." She pointed out as she stared at the wet blotches on his black tee. Oliver smirked in return, "Do you want me to take it off?" He asked suggestively and was rewarded by her laughter.

Felicity giggled at that before she took a deep breath and removed her glasses, ready to wipe them when Oliver snatched it out of her hands. "Oliver!" She said, her tone full of astonishment. She saw Oliver wipe her glasses with his T-shirt and she rolled her eyes, a breathy laugh escaping her lips as she rubbed her hands across her cheeks.

Her eyes flickered towards Oliver, wanting to fetch her spectacles when she gasped before dissolving into a fit of giggles as she saw she saw Oliver's eyes blinking behind her glasses.

He was wearing them.

He looked really cute.

He scrunched his nose as he looked around, everything seemed blurry to him, "How can you see from them?" And Felicity smirked as she pulled it out using both her hands, "They are designed for my eyes, not yours."

A second later, she wore them before she blinked rapidly. She looked at Oliver who grinned at her, "Thank you." She told him before she got up and Oliver's expression looked hopeful as he asked her, "Does that mean I'm forgiven?"

Felicity didn't talk for few seconds as she started to walk away, "Felicity!" She turned around and grinned at him. Walking backwards, she showed him her entire palm, "Five minutes."

"What?" Oliver turned to look at his watch as he realized it had been more than five minutes, "Oh, come on!" Felicity shot him one last look before she walked out and Oliver moved his entire weight forward, his back arching as his hands joined together. He grinned to himself.

At least he made her smile.

"I tried making her smile," Ray pointed out and Courtney rolled her eyes at that, "Really?" Courtney asked him, "And how did you manage to comfort a girl who just got her heart broken by a guy?"

"I-" Ray rubbed a hand against his neck, "I sort of danced and cracked jokes." This made Courtney giggle in surprise as Ray blushed. She pulled his right cheek before grinning, "You're so adorable." She gushed, "I knew there was a reason I fell for you."

Ray laughed a little at that, "She is like a sister, you know."

"I know," Courtney smiled knowingly.

"Who is like a sister?" Felicity decided to enter the conversation as she moved inside the house, her hand clutching onto the bags of food she got from Big Belly Burger.

"You," Ray answered her in an instant and Felicity grinned as she headed towards the kitchen, placing the bags on the countertop.

"Did you guys book the tickets?" She asked as she walked out of there and made a beeline towards the couch.

"Tomorrow," Courtney stated as she shifted slightly, allowing Felicity to sit beside her, "Five pm."

Silence surrounded them for the next minute as Felicity fiddled with her hands, trying to find the right words, "I forgot." She whispered, her eyes still focused on her entangled fingers.

Ray's eyebrows furrowed as he shared a look with Courtney, "Forgot what?"

"Day after-" Felicity looked up, her hands separating, "Tomorrow." She ended and Ray's eye widened, his eyebrows rising, "You forgot?" His tone was nonchalant and Felicity gasped, "Yes! How come you are not making a big deal out of this?"

"Because," Courtney started, "You would have remembered it by then and plus, every year you are sulking before it." And Felicity narrowed her eyes, "I do not sulk!"

Courtney narrowed her eyes, "You do which sucks, because tenth February is an awesome day." And Felicity rubbed her fingers as she spoke, "It is but-" She stopped, her eyes turning glossy.

"I know," Courtney whispered softly, "We understand." Ray neared his chair against the blonde as Courtney continued, "Which I why this time we want you to understand something," Felicity lifted her head, "You're going to do it." Courtney said and hearing this both Ray and Felicity's eyes widened as the realization dawned on them,

"What?"

"I can't-" Felicity stuttered and Courtney's gaze softened, "Listen to me once, okay? It's been three years Felicity. And you have moved on." She paused momentarily as if checking if Felicity was paying attention or not.

She was.

"You have built a life for yourself. So, maybe it's time-to let go of the past completely. To finally get this closure." She looked at Ray who nodded, "When Ray said that the reason why he wants you here in Starling City is to get closure, I hesitated. But you know what? As I thought about it, I realized-he was right." She looked at her husband who passed a small smile her way. "You need closure." She patted her shoulder, "Accepting reality is the first step towards it. You need to accept what has happened."

Felicity sniffed and before she could muster a reply, Courtney started speaking again, "It's up to you. We just want the best for you. Be the heroine of your own life, rather than being the victim." She told her a saying she once read during her school days and a ghost of a smile came of Felicity's face, "I'll think about it?" Her answer came off as a question and Courtney smiled warmly, "Yeah." She paused, "And whatever decision you make, we're okay with it. Alright?"

Felicity nodded and Courtney pushed herself off the couch, "So, what did you bring?" She looked at the bags and her eyes brightened, "Did you get food from Big Belly Burger?" She asked, her voice full of delight and Felicity shot a small smile her way and nodded.

Courtney made her way inside the kitchen. She entered the area before looking around for the utensils. She could make out that Ray was talking to Felicity through the side windows of her eyes, she smiled involuntarily.

Maybe his talk would affect her too.

Courtney initially was hesitant in letting her come to Starling, who wouldn't be? It was clear that the Queen Family hated her but then Ray talked about closure and she realized he was right. She wanted to voice her opinion about Oliver too. Despite the fact the couple had broken up three years, she still believed that there was still hope for them.

His family had been protective of him and which is why they were mean. But with Oliver it was different. He was blinded-that is what Courtney believed. She tried to talk about it but Ray continued to cut her off and when she did have the chance, she realized that Ray really did hate him. So she kept quiet.

Despite everything, she hoped she was right. It was clear that Felicity still cared for Oliver, heck she even loved him and she hoped he did too.

Maybe this was the push the two of them needed.

She just hoped for the best.

Six Years Ago

"Here's to hoping for the best!" Tommy shouted as the four people clinked their glasses together, wide smiles on their face.

It was the opening of Verdant. The party was in full swing, an awesome response on the first day itself and Oliver couldn't help but grin at that.

Tommy leaned in closer as he whispered to Oliver, "Thanks you know," He told him and Oliver's brows furrowed, "For everything." He elaborated and Oliver realized what he was talking about, "Are you kidding me?" He laughed as he placed the glass on the nearby table before the two shared a hug, "You did most of the work."

Laurel smiled widely as he watched the two. Felicity meanwhile had walked away from the group to check up on the caterer.

She felt a little out of place.

"Actually," Tommy's voice trailed off the minute he separated from his best friend, "There is someone else who did all the work." Laurel's face faltered slightly as she realized the minute Tommy said that, Oliver's eyes flickered towards the blonde woman who had been his centre of attention for weeks now.

"And she is still working." Tommy said, his voice laced with appreciation for Felicity who was talking to the caterer. Oliver patted his shoulder lightly before he started making a beeline towards Felicity.

"Oli-"Oliver didn't really hear Laurel as he walked towards Felicity. The brunette bit her lip, her face recoiling in pain. Seeing this, Tommy decided to jump in, "So, what do you think of the new club?"

Laurel gave him a small smile.

Oliver walked towards Felicity, a wide smile on his face. He really wanted to thank her for everything-all of this, he still couldn't believe that Tommy and he owned a club.

A freaking club.

He was stopped short by a brunette appearing in front of him and he blinked, "McKenna?" The cop grinned widely, "Long time no see, Oliver."

He nodded his head as the two shared a hug. "I didn't know that Tommy invited you." He stated and McKenna pretended to be offended, "Yeah, he did. You forgot about me, Queen. I should arrest you for that." She laughed and Oliver shook his head, "Actually, it's been-"

"I get it." She understood and Oliver breathed a sigh of relief, "But I must say, you guys have done an amazing job." Oliver grinned at the compliment, "Thank you." He looked at her empty hands and frowned, "Why aren't you having anything?" McKenna looked at him, surprised. "Excuse me?" He waved a hand in the air and a waiter started to walk in their direction.

"You certainly have changed." She laughed, though her tone was full of appreciation, "And now I know why your girlfriend and you get along. It seems like you two share the same thoughts," She picked up a glass from the tray and the waiter took this as his cue and left.

Oliver frowned, "Laurel?" Lines appeared on his forehead and McKenna's eyes widened momentarily, "You're dating Laurel?" Her tone was laced with surprise and Oliver blinked, "What about the blonde right there?" She asked, she jerked her thumb backwards and Oliver tilted his head to look past her head.

Felicity.

He instantly shook his head, "She is not my girlfriend." He clarified, "Just-just a friend." He ended, although his mind was running a thousand miles an hour.

She was just a friend, wasn't she?

A very special friend.

"Could have fooled me," She giggled and Oliver blanched, "Yeah. I-I should go." He said, his voice sounding distant and McKenna nodded, "I was nice meeting you. Keep in touch,"

Oliver smiled, "Yeah. You too." This was the end of their conversation as McKenna got lost in the crowd. Oliver stood right there as he replayed McKenna's words.

Girlfriend?

A push snapped him out of his thoughts. Someone bumped into him and his mind finally focused. "Tommy?" He said after a moment as he realized that the person was his best friend.

Tommy flashed him a lopsided grin, "Hey Ollie." Oliver blinked repeatedly, "Are you drunk? Tommy, I left you for only fifteen minutes!" He exclaimed as he noticed his dilated pupils and staggering form.

Tommy laughed loudly and Oliver eyebrows furrowed as he finally asked her, "Tommy, does everyone think that Felicity is my girlfriend?"

Tommy Merlyn was an honest drunk.

Oliver could trust him.

"Duh," Tommy laughed loudly, "You two are so adorable!" He exclaimed and Oliver looked surprised, certainly not expecting this, "Why?" He asked the next second and Tommy stiffened.

"Why?" He muttered, "He asks why." He laughed loudly and he pushed his hand against Oliver's forehead, "You're really dumb."

Oliver didn't reply and Tommy continued, "You are so confident when it comes to girls. But you turn into a stutteri-stutte-stuttering idiot when it comes to her." He ranted off, "She believes in you, she doesn't judge you and she can tolerate you." He tilted his head as if thinking, "And she is the first one you turned to for comfort. Not even me." He pointed towards himself, "And I am your best friend." He declared as he narrowed his eyes at him.

"You can't see her cry and you sent her chocolates daily when you guys were fighting. You were so jealous when she went on a date with that Brad guy." He waved his arms, "You say she is beautiful. You call a girl sexy, pretty-but beautiful?" He asked rhetorically.

"Dude, you are so whipped and you don't even know it!" He giggled at the end and Oliver bit his lip. Tommy pushed his forehead with his hand, "Dumber!" He chuckled, "She is never wrong." He frowned a second later, "Know it all." He mumbled before his eyes focused on something behind Oliver, "Charlotte!"

He patted Oliver's shoulder before he smirked, "Don't wait for me tonight!" He winked at him before shouting again, "Charlotte!"

Oliver let Tommy go, lines appeared on his forehead as his mind recalled his best friend's words.

Jealousy.

You can't see her cry.

She believes in you.

She did make him feel something. Emotions that he had never felt before.

And now, it was crisp and clear.

He breathed a laugh as his forehead cleared. His lips curling up as he grinned widely, the realization dawning on him.

He couldn't stop smiling.

He snapped out of his reverie when he felt an arm on his shoulder. His head turned right as he realized, Felicity was leaning against him, her elbow resting on his shoulder.

"Where's Tommy?"

Oliver sighed lightly as he answered her, "Drunk and lost." Felicity giggled at that, "Of course he would be. The girls here look so gorgeous. It seems like Merlyn and you are doomed."

Oliver looked at her. She was looking at him, her eyes blinking behind her glasses. She was wearing a black dress-which in Oliver's opinion was sexy as hell. He remembered his mouth dropping open at the site of her.

But that wasn't the only thing that got to him.

"You're right, I am doomed." He countered and Felicity turned her attention towards him.

"The girls here look gorgeous as hell but I can't stop thinking about how cute you look in those glasses."

Felicity blinked.

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