Chapter 3;

Honey, why are you calling me so late, girl, you make it hard to be faithful

Notes:

So I know I said these are one-shots and that's still the plan but this one kind of ties in with last chapter... hey it's their past in the end everything's connected.

Oliver

Oliver had been looking forward to this weekend and even more this evening for at least two weeks. Laurel was finally home for a weekend again. She had been too busy the last couple of weeks and even told him not to come visit her because she had no time for a distraction, which he would surely be. So, he had done what his girlfriend had asked and not gone to visit her. Even though he had wanted to. A lot. Especially after… after Samantha's phone call. He had wanted almost nothing more than to get in his car and drive to Laurel's college and seek comfort in her arms.

Laurel had this presence, this way about her that always made him feel grounded. Everything she did came with a plan. Being with Laurel brought him a security he sometimes desperately needed and sought out. And he would have needed it the last couple of weeks.

But at the same time, he didn't feel like he deserved it. He didn't deserve the peace and security his girlfriend always brought him because if she knew, if she knew that he had gotten another woman pregnant, she would be devastated. And he didn't want that. He didn't want to hurt Laurel. Hurting Laurel was the last thing he ever wanted to do. She meant the world to him, and most of the time he didn't understand why she stayed with him. Why she put up with his antics. Why she always took him back. No matter what he did. Laurel always ended up taking him back. She might break up with him for a time, but she always ended up coming back to him. And most of the time he wasn't sure why. Sometimes he wondered what it would take for her to leave him for good. How far could he go until it was too far? Would Samantha be too far? If Laurel ever found out, would that be the thing that would make her leave him for good? He didn't know, and he didn't want to find out. Well, the biggest part of him didn't want to find out. There was this small, morbid little part that wondered, wondered what would happen, if there really was anything he could do that she wouldn't forgive him for. A small part of him that wanted to find out exactly how far was too far. But he usually pushed that little voice all the way back in his mind, trying to ignore it, and it worked… well, at least until he got drunk, or high, or both…

Oliver was just about to take Laurel's shirt off when his cell phone rang. He was determined not to answer it. They had exactly two hours until Mr. Lance got off of work and Mrs. Lance was back from her book club. Laurel seemed to have read his mind, telling him to ignore it. He was just about to do that when the ringtone registered. The twenty-one-year-old cursed, told Laurel to hang on, took it out of his jeans pocket and checked the display, hoping against hope that it wasn't who he thought it was. But there it was in bold letters: 'Tweety Bird' and a grinning picture of none other than his girlfriend's baby sister. He entertained the thought of just ignoring her for a moment, but then remembered that she had been a constant in his daily routine every day since that afternoon she had found him in his room. He at least owed it to her to answer. He cursed again and answered annoyed: "What the fuck do you want? I'm kind of in the middle of something." Expecting it to be the usual 'I'm bored, come and entertain me' call. His mood switched from horny and annoyed to concerned and pissed in the blink of an eye. "Where are you?... Stay there, I'm on my way." He hung up, threw Laurel an apologetic look and told her: "I gotta go. A friend's in a bit of trouble and needs a ride, sorry. Raincheck?" He didn't even wait for a confused Laurel to answer him before picking up his jacket and rushing out the door. He got into his Aston Martin and sped away, all the while cursing.

Trying to fixate on the anger he felt about having his evening interrupted and not on the dread and panic he felt.

How the hell did Sara always manage to get herself in trouble? It was so typical of the blonde eighteen-year-old to get herself in sticky situations like this. Except this time seemed to take not only the fucking cake but the whole damn dinner buffet, including the appetizers.

How the hell did she end up on the side of the fucking Highway somewhere between Starling and fucking Central City at fucking eleven pm! And what fucking asshole would leave an eighteen-year-old at the side of the fucking road, no not just a road but a fucking highway! At night! While some psycho was around picking girls up on that route… What the hell had Sara been thinking?

She knew better than this. Her dad had warned her about the current dangers.

Oliver was cursing the whole way, breaking every speeding law that existed, being lucky not to get caught by the cops and making it to Sara in record time. She was sitting on the curb by an abandoned gas station.

Oliver jumped out of the car the moment it stopped. Rushing towards the distraught girl.

"Sara! Are you okay? Did he hurt you? What happened?" Oliver bent down in front of her, bombarding her with questions. Sara just looked up with glossy eyes and tear-stained cheeks, letting herself fall forward into his chest, sobbing.

"He was hot and charming and had a freaking 1965 Buick Skylark, Ollie. So when he asked if I wanted to go for a ride, I said yes. I thought he meant around the block not to fucking Gotham. As soon as I realized that he was heading out of the city I told him to turn around or let me out, but he would only laugh at me and tell me to relax, that we were just having some fun, like I wanted. So, I finally told him that I was going to call my cop father and that he would get arrested for kidnapping. He called me a fucking bitch, stopped the car in the middle of the Highway and actually pushed me out. In the middle of the road in fucking nowhere. He pushed me out of his car! And I didn't know what to do. I didn't know who to call. Tommy's still in Europe with his dad and my parents would've killed me. I'm sorry I ruined your night, Ollie. But I didn't know who else to call. I know how much you've been looking forward to this weekend and spending time with Laurel and I ruined it. I'm sorry. I didn't mean to fuck everything up for you." Sara started to cry again at the end of her explanation.

Fucking asshole, he would love to go a couple of rounds with that guy. He drew his tiny friend back into his arms, trying to calm her down.

"Oh, Tweety… it's okay. I'm glad you called. Instead of doing anything else stupid like hitchhiking in the middle of the night, while there's a psycho around who dumps dead bodies at the side of the road." He was still pissed. Mostly at the guy who treated her like this. But also at Sara for putting herself in a situation like this, she should've known better. Especially right now. Oliver knew for a fact that Quentin had warned both of his daughters about the psycho that was currently around between Starling and Central City. But he could yell at her later once she calmed down again. They had a couple of hours on the road in front of them.

The twenty-one-year-old could also easily see that this situation had really scared the crap out of the courageous eighteen-year-old.

They got into his car once Sara had calmed down and Oliver turned it around, driving back towards Starling. They were quiet for most of the way back until maybe half an hour outside of the city when Oliver decided that Sara had been calm long enough and that it was time that she knew exactly what he thought of the stunt she had pulled tonight. He spent the rest of the way yelling at her.

It was easier to be angry at his friend than letting her know how fucking scared he had been after her phone call. He couldn't remember ever being as scared as he had been during the time she had called him hysterically crying until the moment he had seen her sitting on that curb.

It was so much easier to focus on the anger than on the thought that had been haunting him from the moment she had called.

The thought that he didn't know what he would've done if something had happened to her. He didn't know what he would do if he lost her.

Sara was one of his oldest and best friends. She was his Tweety Bird, his Pretty Bird. A ray of sunshine and a shoulder to lean on. She was his escape, the closest thing he ever came to being free was in her presence. Sara embodied freedom for him. She didn't care what other people thought. She didn't care what people told her she should do or who she should be. She was who she was, and she made no excuses for it. Sara was wild and free and everything he wished he could be. Being with Sara made him almost believe that he could be free too.

That he could do whatever he wanted to.

He needed her just as much as he needed Laurel.

Laurel was stability, security, she grounded him and made him believe that it would be okay, that the life his parents chose for him would be okay, wouldn't be that bad, not if Laurel was there to share it with him. That he wouldn't feel trapped working at Queen Consolidated, that all the social events he would still have to attend and the proper etiquette he would have to follow once he started working for his father would not suffocate him. That this path that was chosen for him would be something he would learn to live with, to love the way his father did.

He knew that he could do it, that he could stand it as long as Laurel was by his side. His beautiful, strong and perfect girlfriend.

Oliver stopped the car a couple of houses down the road from the Lances, like he always did when he picked Sara up from somewhere she shouldn't have been. He had stopped yelling at her a couple of minutes ago and turned towards the quiet young woman in the passenger seat. Sara hadn't said a single word from the moment he had started to yell at her, he only now realized.

"Sara…" he started when he noticed that she had her face turned away from him, leaning against the window. She didn't move, but he could make out that her shoulders were slightly shaking. And realized that she was quietly crying. And it nearly broke his heart. This was his fault. He had made her cry again.

"Sara, Tweety… look at me. C'mon look at me. I'm sorry. I didn't… I didn't mean to make you cry. Tweety, look at me, please." He took off his seat belt to turn all the way towards her and softly touched her shoulder. She flinched away at first, and he felt a stab in his heart. He moved his other hand to her knee. She finally turned around looking at him with those big, gorgeous blue eyes of hers, they were filled with tears that were overflowing and rolling down her freckle covered cheeks.

"Pretty Bird… I'm so sorry. I didn't mean to yell at you. Come here" he spoke softly but Sara still didn't move, just kept on looking at him with those expressive eyes of hers that looked so hurt right now. Her bottom lip was quivering. He lifted his hands from her shoulder and knee, put them on her cheeks and wiped her tears away with his thumbs.

"I'm sorry, Ollie. I know I fucked up. I'm sorry I called you and ruined your evening. Please don't be mad at me. I didn't mean to, I won't call next time I promise." Sara's voice was thick with tears.

"Shhh… stop crying, please. It's okay. You're okay, that's all that matters. Of course you can call me. Always. I'm not mad. I'm… I was… You scared the shit out of me Sara. I was so scared that something would happen to you before I got to you. Or that he had hurt you." He never meant to divulge that information, but there was no lying to those eyes. And he needed to make sure that she would call him next time she got in a sticky situation. Like she always had.

"I'm sorry, Ollie, I didn't mean to scare you." Sara was biting down on her bottom lip, glancing into her lap for a moment before looking back up at him.

His eyes darted from hers to her lips and back again. His hands were still on her cheeks, softly caressing her silky skin.

He wasn't sure who moved first or what exactly happened or how, but the next thing he knew he was kissing her softly. And she was kissing him back. He could taste the salt of her tears on her lips. Before he knew it they had deepened the kiss and Sara was sitting in his lap, her arms wrapped around his neck, her legs around his hips. His hands were in her hair, on her shoulders, moving, always moving over her body. They broke apart to get some air and catch their breath and looked at each other again.

They sprung apart the moment they realized what they had been doing. What had just happened?

"I should… I need to get home… Thank you for picking me up again, it means a lot..." Sara stumbled over her words, practically falling out of his car in her haste to put some distance between them.

"Sure, no problem, anytime." He honestly wasn't sure what he had said while watching Sara scramble away and making sure that she got into the house okay, like he always did. Before speeding away out of the city towards Queen Manor. His thoughts being a mess and he still wasn't sure what had just happened. But he could still feel Sara's soft lips on his and her sweet taste in his mouth.

Fuck! He was so fucked! What the hell just happened? How could this have happened?

He was almost out of the city when he got stopped by some cops. He had been driving over the speed limit again. This time without realizing it. He tried to charm his way out of the situation but once the cop saw his license and the name on it all chances of getting away with a warning were gone. They made him get out of the car and breathe into a breathalyzer which let to him getting arrested for DUI. Because he had been drinking with Laurel and some of their friends at the Lance's and they've had a couple of glasses of wine too after everyone else had left. Oliver let them do what they wanted and called his mom to have her send their attorney.

This was the least of his problems.

He had kissed Sara tonight.

He had kissed Laurel's younger sister.

He had kissed his Tweety Bird.

He had kissed his girlfriend's younger sister.

And she had kissed him back.

And he had loved it.

He could still make out the ghost of her lips on his, her taste was still in his mouth and he had no trouble recalling the soft skin of her face and the feelings she had invoked in him.

Oliver Jonas Queen was sure of one thing while sitting in a prison cell waiting for his parents and lawyer, and that was that he was seriously fucked.

And it had absolutely nothing to do with his arrest.

Notes:

So this is my take on their first kiss.
Oliver had been struggling with Samantha's supposed miscarriage and Sara had been there for him while Laurel had been busy. And then Sara ended up scaring the shit out of Oliver and being scared herself... let me know what you think.

And yep, Ollie's DUI is Sara's fault.

Chapter title is from the song 'Lips of an Angel' by Hinder.