She wanted to tell him that she had been wrong before. That being friends wasn't what she wanted anymore. But seeing his ex at the car show made her stop. She didn't want to end up just like her. She didn't want to be another one of Oliver's exes who still clearly love him even though he no longer showed any interest in them.
So she didn't tell him anything. The car show was still fun. Tommy was exactly as Oliver said he would be, and the cars were amazing. Felicity tried her best to think about them instead of Oliver.
On Sunday she got up early so Oliver wouldn't hear her and left for the day. She felt like she was sneaking out to avoid him, which really, she was. She didn't know exactly where she would go but she packed a bag in case she decided to stay out all day. The longer she stayed out, the longer she had to think.
She couldn't stop thinking about Oliver. She really wanted to, but every time she had a moment with nothing else to do she thought about him. About his smile, his laugh, his voice, everything. She hated herself for it for a while. By noon though, she had given up on trying. She missed him. She wished she wasn't such a coward. But she knew she had her reasons for running away.
But she wanted to be with him. She knew it might be a mistake, that if things went south she might have to move again, but none of that seemed that important anymore.
She stayed out all day, shopping, walking around, doing anything to avoid going home. She drove far away, the music playing in her car distracting her for a while. But soon it became late and the clouds became dark. The storm they had talked about on the news earlier was finally coming. And it was big. She quickly turned the car around, heading for home.
"No, no, no, this can't be happening to me." She knew that going out in the worst storm of the decade was a bad idea, but she didn't expect it to be bad enough to stop her. She shouldn't have gone so far away from home.
She wasn't even close to home yet. She was at least half an hour out of the city, in the middle of a deserted freeway, during a thunderstorm, at midnight on a Sunday, and her car had broken down. It was like the worst thing that could have happened.
She dug her phone out of her purse, thankfully finding that she still had service. Without a doubt she knew she had to call Oliver. Nobody else in the world would get up in the middle of the night to help her. She wasn't even sure if he would. After all, she had avoided his texts all day.
"Please pick up." She said into the phone as it was dialing. It was pouring rain on her windshield, and she could hardly hear it, but it was the only option she had. Waiting for the storm to die out could end badly. "Oliver!"
"Felicity it's midnight. Is something wrong?" He sounded like he was half asleep, but still concerned.
"I'm stuck in the middle of the freeway, my car broke down. I don't know what else to do."
"You're stuck? Didn't you know about the storm?"
"I thought I could outrun it! I didn't think I would be out this long-"
"Hey it's okay. Tell me where you are, I'll come get you."
It took him 45 minutes to get there. She knew exactly what she had to do by then.
She saw his car pull up behind hers, the bright lights of his corvette shining harshly in the pitch dark. She got out of the car to meet him, completely forgetting about the rain.
"Come on, get in the car!" Oliver exclaimed, his clothes were immediately soaked by the pouring rain, as hers were. "You're getting soaked!"
"No, there's something I want to say first." She said standing her ground. There was only a step between them.
"Right now? Felicity do you not see this rain? Come on! We can talk in the car."
"No. You came all the way out here, in the middle of the night, during a freaking thunderstorm, and all you care about is that I'm getting wet?"
"Yeah, so? Felicity you're going to get hypothermia."
"I don't care."
And with that, she kissed him. She had wanted to for so long and the second her lips touched his she couldn't remember the reason she had waited. His body responded to hers immediately, melting her against him. Their wet bodies fit together so perfectly, yet he pushed her away.
"Felicity." He whispered, his head only inches from hers. "I thought you said-"
"Screw what I said." She kissed him again, her back leaning against her car. She was soaked and freezing but she didn't care.
After a bit they decided it was probably best to get out of the rain. They were both freezing, though they would never admit it out loud. Oliver had covered the inside if the car with towels and cranked up the heat. Neither of them spoke the whole way back. They didn't know what to say. Felicity was simply concentrating on defrosting.
They got back to the apartment, thankful that the parking lot was covered. The rain had subsided a little bit, but there was still thunder and lightning every couple seconds.
Oliver wrapped a still shivering Felicity in his jacket. It was warm and smelled just like him. She didn't think she would ever take it off.
In the elevator he kissed her, and she wished she lived higher up than the 5th floor so the ride would be longer.
When they got up to their rooms they both knew they had to talk. Should she invite him in? What would they do? Should she tell him to go back home and they could hang out tomorrow night like they had planned before? Or should she go home with him? It was late and they both had to work in the morning but was that a good enough reason to stop this?
"Oliver." She stopped him with her back against the door. "We should talk about this."
"Okay." But she could tell he didn't want to talk.
"No Oliver I'm serious. Maybe we should wait until morning."
"If you want." He kissed her again and her mind went blank. She wasn't sure how she was supposed to get anything done with him around.
"No, I meant maybe you should go home. I don't work tomorrow, if you want to come over?" She said.
"Is it going to be strictly talking? Because if it is I'm inclined to stay here a little bit longer."
She laughed. "No, I'll make some coffee and we can do... other things."
"Well then I'll be there." He smiled. "We'll have to go get your car in the morning too."
"Oh yeah, I almost forgot about that."
"Hmm, I wonder what would have caused you to do such a thing." He kissed her, just barely touching his lips to hers. It was not nearly enough, but it was all she would get. "Goodnight Felicity."
Not once had he ever gotten a call at midnight that had resulted in something so great. Sure he was completely soaked, and had no chance of going back to sleep, and he would have to call in sick at work tomorrow so he could hang out with her, but in the grand scheme of things, it was all worth it. It had only taken her a week to give in, and in his eyes, that was a good thing.
It meant that she liked him as much as he liked her.
He stayed up late that night, or rather morning, falling asleep around 5 and waking back up at 8. He texted Tommy to tell him he wouldn't be going to work that day.
"Long night?" He texted back.
"You have no idea." Oliver said. "I'll tell you later."
He wasn't sure when to head over to Felicity's. He didn't want to wake her up, she had been up as late as he had, and it was her day off after all. But then he heard a crash, followed by a curse from Felicity, and he knew she would get up to clean up whatever had fallen so he might as well go over there.
"It's open!" She called when he knocked on the door.
"Where are you?" None of the lights in the kitchen were on but there were lights coming from the hall.
"In the bathroom." She said. There was a bunch of shattered glass in the floor, from what must have been a mirror earlier. She had swept it up into a pile out of the way and was wrapping a bandage around her forearm. She was still in her pajamas, a black tank top and pink shorts, and her hair was up like it always was, but it wasn't as clean as she normally wore it. She must have just woken up.
"Did this just happen?" He asked. "I thought I heard a crash."
"Yeah it wasn't supposed to fall." She said, clearly annoyed with the pile of glass at her feet. "I guess I'll just have to buy a new one."
"It cut you?"
"Yeah... I tried to catch it... It's not that bad though, I just didn't like seeing the blood."
"I could have helped you. Why were you messing with it anyway?"
"It wasn't straight." She said with a pouty face that was way too cute. "I was only trying to move it to the left a little bit, but apparently it would rather be on the floor in a million pieces." She said bitterly.
"Well if you're done being mad at it, I'll clean it up for you if you want to go get dressed."
"You're so funny." She said sarcastically turning out of the bathroom. "I liked that mirror." She said from her bedroom. "And I liked my arm too, before it got all cut up."
"I thought you said it wasn't that bad."
"I lied." She said popping her head back in, wearing a red leather jacket over the tank top, and a pair of jeans replacing the pink shorts. "But I'm fine. Should I make coffee? I could make pancakes too."
"Sure. Whatever you want. You're the one that wanted to talk." He said, dumping the rest of the glass into the trash can.
"I know. And Oliver?" She kissed him on the cheek, "Thanks for cleaning that up."
He followed her into the kitchens, trying his best to not run up and kiss her. She wanted to talk, like normal couples do. He could do that.
She started the coffee pot and got out the ingredients for pancakes. He tried not to notice the thin black tattoo on the otherwise clear sliver of skin she exposed when she reached for the milk at the back of the refrigerators. It was a tramp stamp, but a tasteful one. So small he couldn't even tell what it was.
She mixed the batter, humming a song in her head, seemingly unaware he was even there. It kind of made him smile to see her like that. She was a messy baker too. She spilled flour all down her shirt and all over the counter top and she didn't seem to want to clean it up either.
"Why don't you let me do that?" He said pushing her away from the griddle.
"You know how to make pancakes?" She asked skeptically.
"Of course I know how to make pancakes." He said "What kind of person doesn't know how to make pancakes?" She shrugged.
"Well I'd like to see this." She sat across from him on one of the barstools.
"So..." He said. "Got any other tattoos besides the one on your back?"
"You'd like to know wouldn't you?" She smiled. "You can put them on that plate when they're done."
"So, you wanted to talk." He slide the plate of hot pancakes toward her.
"Well mostly I wanted to apologize. I shouldn't have agreed to being friends. It's not what I wanted, and I know it's not what you wanted and it just made things more complicated, so I'm sorry. I was just so worried about getting into another relationship, when it's the reason I'm in this mess in the first place, but I should have realized that you were different from the start."
"You don't have to apologize. In fact, don't. It's not a big deal. I would've waited a year for you. I would've waited forever for you if that's what it took. I liked you from the moment I met you Felicity. I've never met anyone like you. I'll be honest, I've dated quite a few girls, but none of them come even close to you."
"Not even Laurel?"
"Of course not. Laurel... we don't talk about Laurel okay? Not ever again."
"Deal."
A/N I hope you liked this, I've gone back and forth with myself about 20 times about this, since its the big first kiss you know? But I'm satisfied with it... for now. Hope you liked the part about Laurel because well, I can't stand her. I would love if we could just not talk about Laurel ever again. But I don't know she might make an appearance in a further chapter, we'll see. ;) And in response to TheOddManOut, no, I was not aware that Stephen Amell was even in New girl, I just asked my friend to come up with a name that sounded douchy anand that's what she came up with! Please review it means the world to me. Thanks!