The story's title is from the song "Light Outside" by Wakey!Wakey!. All of the chapter titles come from various songs by the same band.

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Flee the Scene, We Scream Ceasefire (Look at What You've Done)

November 2009

"You. Are. Playing. So. Good," she mutters into his skin in between kisses.

Oliver laughs, placing his hands around her waist, "Well how could I not with you in the audience, inspiring me?"

Felicity moves her face within inches of him, lips barely grazing his. "Seriously, Oliver. We're gonna win and it's all because of you. I am so proud of you."

"Thank you, Felicity. That honestly means everything to me," he smiles, gazing into her eyes, "I love you so much."

She grins before kissing him fiercely. He pulls her closer, fingers digging into the soft flesh of her hips, his tongue licking along the seam of her lips. She opens her mouth to him, drinking him in hungrily. "Tommy," Felicity says suddenly against his mouth.

Oliver pulls away, face contorting with confusion and slight irritation. "No. Ol-i-ver."

She giggles and hits his chest lightly, "No, stupid. I saw Tommy, last night at the party. We talked and he sort of… He kissed me," she explains, voice getting quieter as she finishes.

Oliver's eyes shoot to hers from where they were previously fixated on her mouth. He feels jealousy coursing through his veins. "What?" he grits out.

"Don't worry, I didn't kiss him back. And I told him that I'm with you. He just doesn't know that it's you you. But he told me that he wants me to be happy and I think that he meant it. So, I think we should tell him about us. Tonight, at the bonfire. He was really nervous about the game so maybe after you guys win, he'll be in a really good mood and if we're lucky, a little drunk," she finishes with a small chuckle.

She peers up at him under long lashes, her bottom lip stuck out in a puppy-dog pout. Oliver sighs, "Well if it's you asking, I'll do it. We'll tell him tonight. Together, okay?"

"Together," she agrees against his lips. They hear a whistle blowing signifying the start of the second half and with a quick goodbye, Oliver heads back to the field. Felicity smiles, biting her lip before heading back to her seat next to the Queens and Caitlin on the bleachers to watch the rest of the game unfold.

Oliver feels the adrenaline pumping through his veins as he runs up and down the field. They're about halfway through the second half of the game and the Archers are still winning, but the team they're against is playing hard, not ready to lose. One of the players on the other team has the ball and is making a run towards the goal so Oliver charges him, quickly catching up and going for the ball. He makes a clean steal when suddenly somebody slides for the ball, hitting his ankle instead and sending him flying. Laying on the ground for a second, he blinks open his eyes to see the clear blue sky above him and quickly stands up, ready to yell at whoever just purposefully fouled him. He is surprised to see Tommy standing in front of him looking angry as hell and the referee blows his whistle, causing the other players to stop running, before starting to make his way over to the altercation.

"What the hell man? I'm on your team," Oliver says incredulously.

"Yeah, you're supposed to be," Tommy says, shoving his hands against Oliver's chest.

He pushes him back just as fiercely, "Dude, what is your problem?"

"My problem?" Tommy laughs humorlessly, "My problem is that you're fucking my girlfriend!"

The other players exchange looks, interested in the fight going on between the two well-known best friends. "Tommy, I don't know what you're talking about," Oliver lies.

"Don't lie to my fucking face, Ollie. I saw you with her, behind the bleachers! How long have you been screwing Felicity behind my back, huh?" he growls, voice rising with every word as he shoves Oliver once more.

"You're broken up! And I'm not screwing her, Tommy, I love her."

Tommy starts laughing, "You love her? Are you kidding me right now? You're Oliver Queen, you don't do love. I've been your friend our entire lives, you don't think I know everything about you? You're just using her for sex! Her I can understand - she's fallen under your spell just like every other girl in this goddamn school. But you, Ollie? My best fucking friend? She broke up with me because she had feelings for another guy, and all along it was you! And we all know you're just gonna screw her and then screw her over, just like you did to Laurel with Sara!" He pauses for breath, "How long?"

"Tommy, you don't know what the hell you are talking about," Oliver says with a clenched jaw, trying to hold in his growing anger.

"How long, Oliver?!" Tommy screamed, getting in his face.

He knows he shouldn't react to his best friend's cruel and insulting words, but Oliver can't help himself. He steps forward, a smug smirk on his lips. "How long have we been fucking? A couple weeks. She was in my bed the day she dumped you, and you know what she said? That I can make her scream in ways you never could."

Those were obviously the wrong words to say as Tommy sees red and pulls back his fist before throwing it forward as hard as he can, punching Oliver in the jaw and sending him to the ground. Oliver lands on his hands and knees, spitting out a little blood from his mouth before he leaps up and tackles him to the ground. The team reacts immediately, members going to each of the boys to try and pull them off each other as the referee frantically blows his whistle.

People from the crowd surge from the bleachers towards the field, if they haven't already, to see what is going on. Felicity frantically tries to shove her way through the crowd, Moira and Thea not far behind.

"Fuck you Oliver!" Tommy yells, fighting against the grip that Max and a few other others have on him.

Oliver laughs, also resisting the hold on him, "What, like Felicity did?"

Tommy lunges forward, only being held back by Coach Wilson, who has stepped up from the sidelines to assist the referee.

"Enough!" Coach Wilson screams, his Australian accent thicker than usual from his anger.

"This friendship is over. We're done, Oliver! Don't ever talk to me again!"

His expression fades from anger to sadness as he realizes what Tommy just said: he's losing his best friend. The referee holds up two red cards, signaling that both players are being thrown out of the game. The boys brush off the hold that is on each of them, Oliver spitting blood out of his mouth once more while Tommy wipes his bloody nose with the back of his hand.

With a shake of his head, Tommy turns to walk off the field, but not before stopping when he comes face to face with a teary-eyed Felicity, the blonde having made her way to the front of the crowd a few moments ago.

"Tommy," she starts, making to move towards him, but she decides against it and halts her steps.

"Don't, Lis. I'm not mad at you. All you ever were was honest with me and it's not your fault that you fell for Ollie's lies." Tommy throws one last glare at Oliver over his shoulder before pushing his way through the crowd and off the field.

Felicity takes a deep breath, glancing over her shoulder at him walking away before turning back to Oliver. He looks at her and takes a stride forward, his face full of apology and regret. "Nuh uh," she mutters, taking a step away from him. And he watches her walk away from him thinking that he may have just lost his two best friends.

Oliver wakes up the next morning with a headache and a bruise on his jaw reminding him of the night before, bringing on an intense amount of shame. His behavior and all the things he said were horrible. He let down his team by getting kicked out and suspended for three weeks, and even though the team still won the game, he lost his best friend and possibly the love of his life. Sighing, he gets up and heads downstairs in search of some pain killers to dull the ache. Almost reaching the stairs, he hears his name being called from behind him and turns to see his mother approaching him.

"Hey Mom. Where are you going?" he asks, taking in her attire.

"I was thinking of heading into the office today. It's time that I see how the company is doing."

Oliver can't help the smile that graces his face, happy that his mother is picking herself back up again. "That's great, Mom. I'm glad that you're doing better."

"Yes, I am doing better. You, on the other hand, are not." She places her palm on his cheek, turning his face so that she can inspect his jaw making Oliver wince. "Would you like to explain yourself?"

He sighs, "Me and Felicity… We've been dating. For a couple weeks, actually. And I didn't tell Tommy, and I'm pretty sure he thinks that I started seeing her behind his back but I didn't. They broke up. And he basically accused me of being a liar that's just using her like I apparently do to every girl in school, so…"

"And is that the case?"

"No! Mom, it's not like that at all. Felicity, she's… She's different. C'mon, you know how amazing she is. I'm in love with her and I have been for longer than I wanted to admit."

"Oh Oliver, I'm sorry. Things with Tommy will right themselves eventually."

"That's not what I'm worried about. Felicity seemed pretty mad at me yesterday and wouldn't answer any of my calls or texts. I said some pretty horrible things to Tommy in the heat of the moment and she heard them," he admits and ducks his head, racked with guilt.

"Oh, sweetie. Go talk to her. Everything will be okay."

"I don't know. I really messed up and we just started dating. I don't wanna ruin this, Mom. I've never felt like this about anyone before. She's the one, I can feel it."

A smile spreads across Moira's face, "Go tell her that."

Oliver nervously stands outside Felicity's house, reminiscent of the day after Labor Day when he came here to grovel. I guess some things never change. It is just getting dark, Oliver having decided to give her the day to cool off so she doesn't dump his sorry ass. Finally working up the nerve, he raps his hand against the door several times and waits, wiping his sweaty palms over his jeans.

Hearing shuffling come from inside, the light in the living room flickers on before the door swings open to reveal Felicity. She glares at him behind her glasses, head tilted, not saying a word. As he takes in her appearance, he can't stop the small smile from ticking up the corners of his mouth. "Is that my shirt?"

Her mouth opens as she looks down, fingering the hem of the grey t-shirt she is wearing that does indeed belong to Oliver. Looking up, she crosses her arms across her chest and tilts up her chin, "Maybe. What are you doing here? Did someone not hear you bragging that you 'fucked' me?"

Oliver sighs and takes a step towards the blonde. "Felicity, I am so sorry that I said all of that stuff. I let Tommy get in my head and I was a jackass. I didn't mean anything that I said, I was just being a stupid guy and I'm sorry. I may have just lost my oldest friend, but all I care about right now is you. Please."

"It's my own fault. I've always known who you are, Oliver. I never should have thought that you could change; I shouldn't have tried to change you," she sucks in a deep breath, her eyes welling up with tears.

"Felicity, please."

"Is that all I am to you? Just another notch in your bedpost? Because if that's the case, just tell me now, Oliver. Say that you've just been using me. Say that everything between us has been a lie. Say you never loved me. Say -"

"- Felicity," he interrupts, his voice so quiet he can barely even hear it. Oliver takes a step forward, grabbing both sides of her face and gently kissing her soft, pink lips. After a few seconds, he pulls away, keeping his eyes closed for a moment to try and freeze time. He stares into her eyes before speaking, lips still touching hers and voice just above a whisper. "Don't ask me to say that I don't love you."

Gazing up at him, she moves away and Oliver lets out a defeated sigh, turning around to make his way back to his car when her voice stops him. She reaches out a hand, "Oliver. Get in here."

Hope shines in his eyes as he grabs her hand and allows her to lead him inside. Noticing the quiet atmosphere, he asks, "Where's your mom?"

Turning, Felicity walks backwards to her bedroom, "She's working the night shift."

He gulps, noticing the darkening of her eyes as they reach her room and once they're inside, she pushes him so that he sits on the edge of her bed and places her hands on his shoulders. "Felicity -"

"- Shhh," she interrupts, silencing him with her lips. She puts pressure against his shoulders until he's lying flat on his back and climbs onto his lap, thighs bracketing his hips. Felicity reaches down to the hem of the t-shirt she is wearing, slowly dragging it up. After lifting it completely over her head, she tosses it to the floor and his eyes widen at the realization that she isn't wearing a bra underneath.

"Are… Are you sure?" Oliver manages, unable to take his eyes off her.

Felicity nods her head, leaning down to kiss him, placing her palms against his cheeks, "I'm sure."