Hi, my beautiful people! I am so sorry for not posting for such a long time! I wasn't even in town a whole bunch, and then I had summer work, and I completely forgot about this, so by the time I came back, all of my documents were gone. Oops. Anyway, I'm back now, so hopefully I'll be able to write more. So, this chapter is an AU; hope you guys like it!

On with the show!


Felicity was dying. Midterms at MIT were coming up, and everyone there knew if they didn't study for fifteen hours straight, they weren't passing. So there Felicity was, half-asleep on a thick textbook.

Cookies, she thought to herself, I need cookies right now.

So, she pulled up the Insomnia Cookies app on her phone and scrolled through the options. She ended up choosing a six pack with two of double chocolate mint, two of peanut butter chip, and two of snickerdoodle. She also picked out a brownie a la mode (with vanilla ice cream). She probably shouldn't be eating that much, but honestly, who cared at this point?

"$16.06? Are you kidding me?" she muttered to herself. Ah, the things she did for cookies.

She changed the delivery time to 3:00 AM (yes, it was that late) and quickly typed in a coupon code before going to checkout. She put in her credit card information and ordered her cookies.

She sat back, satisfied with the amount of cookies she was about to consume. And with that, she reluctantly went back to studying.


Forty-five minutes later, there was a knock on Felicity's door.

Felicity jolted awake; she had fallen asleep a few minutes ago. She was thinking about yelling at whoever it was to go away, but then she remembered that there was precious cargo out there: her cookies. She sleepily stumbled to the door, unlocked it, and swung it open.

She began, "Hey, thanks-" before abruptly stopping. The most handsome man she'd ever laid eyes on was standing right in front of her. "Wow, you're really hot. Oh, frack, did I just say that?" she stammered. It seemed that at three in the morning her usually absent brain-to-mouth filter was completely gone.

He grinned. "Well, I'm glad you think so. Here are your cookies." He shoved a box into her arms along with a separate box that contained the brownie a la mode.

He was about to leave when she quickly yelled, "Wait!"

He turned around, raising one eyebrow.

"Uh, you forgot that I have to tip you. Just give me one minute." Felicity gave Hot Delivery Guy an awkward smile and ran to her desk. She opened her spare change drawer and pulled out a five. Then she did the most reckless thing ever: she scribbled her phone number on a small scrap of paper. She then ran back to the door and shoved them into his hand.

"Um, here you go."

He flashed a charming smile at her. "Have a good night. Or day. Whichever." He turned around, lifting his hand in farewell.

Felicity lifted her hand weakly, praying to every god out there that he would (please, please, please) call her.


Oliver walked away from the small apartment, smiling at the interaction he had just had with the prettiest girl he had ever met. He wish he had the guts to give her his number, but Oliver was too chicken to do it.

He looked down at the five dollar bill she had handed him, then tilted his head in confusion when he noticed a small, white scrap of paper peeking out.

Call me: (555)825-4792 -Felicity (the girl who called you hot)

Oliver grinned. He didn't even have to give her his number. She'd already done it!

After he got home, Oliver pulled out her number and his phone. He went to his texts and typed in her number.

Hey. It's that delivery guy you called hot. -Oliver


Tada! I'm done! Wasn't that nice? (I mean, I don't know. If it wasn't, let me know.) As you can tell, I did lots of research on Insomnia Cookies for this fanfic. I actually went to their website and ordered all of those things I mentioned (I didn't actually place the order, though, because I'm broke), and $16.06 was the actual total for all of those items. Anyway, I hope you guys enjoyed this! Please review!

~kitty22803