AN: Thank you as always to my loyal readers for reading, reviewing, following and favoriting this story. I hope that you like this chapter since it's kind of a filler chapter, but it progresses us forward some. And it's got some (maybe) juicy gossip thrown in there for good measure :)

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You're Banging My Bedroom Wall

VII. Shocker

After finishing lunch with Digg, Felicity returned to Queen Consolidated in much better spirits than when she had left. For the rest of the day she sat at her desk and was able to finish all of her work in peace.

When she finally got home, she changed out of her work clothes and pulled out her collection of nail polish. She carefully chose a bottle of dark green polish and began to paint her nails, softly bobbing her head to the beat of the music she put on.

Later on while she was in the middle of watching a movie on her laptop her phone started to ring. Blindly, Felicity reached out and grabbed it from the coffee table and answered the call.

"Hello?"

"You will not believe what Laurel told me last night!" Sara started without preamble.

Felicity hummed. "Another infamous Lance Sunday night dinner?" she asked, unsurprised. There was always at least some new drama at one of their dinners every month. "What'd she tell you?"

"She told me, after she single-handedly drank an entire bottle of wine by herself, that she's been fucking cheating on Tommy for months now. Months!"

Felicity gasped and quickly hit pause on the movie. "No way! Did you ask her why? When we saw them last week Laurel and Tommy were all over each other."

"She wouldn't tell me. She just blushed and smiled, but that could have been the wine. And then, get this, when they were getting ready to leave the two of them stood on the porch for a good solid ten minutes making out," Sara told her, her voice incredulous. "Dad wanted to go out there and wave his gun around and Mom was about five seconds away from pulling out her camera but I put a stop to that immediately."

"There's something wrong your sister."

"I know. And to think, I always thought she had a stick up her ass and then she goes and does this…Shit. Hey, I've got to go. My next self-defense class is here. I'll call you later," she promised. "Bye." Felicity told her goodbye before hanging up and unpausing her movie, pushing her thoughts about Laurel aside for another time.

A little while after the movie ended there was a knock on her door and after checking through the peephole she opened it. Roy stood on the other side, arms laden down with books and paper. He had a pencil stuck behind his ear and a slight wild look in his eyes.

"I need your help, Blondie," he said, pushing past her into the apartment.

Felicity rolled her eyes to herself and closed her door. "Well hello to you too, Roy," she drawled out as he dumped his books down on her coffee table. "What's wrong?"

Roy pulled a calculator out of the pocket of his hoodie and dropped it down onto the table too. He sat down on the couch and sighed heavily, scrubbing a hand down his face. "I have a Stats test tomorrow and I have no fucking clue what I'm doing. Again."

She sat down next to him with a sigh of her own and pulled the textbook close to her.

They were in for a long night if the last time was any indicator.

Sometime after midnight Roy finally left after they went over his notes until he thought he understood.

Felicity dropped down into her bed and burrowed beneath the covers. She fell asleep almost instantly and the next thing she knew, her alarm was blaring in her ear. Like every morning she went on her run before eating breakfast and getting ready for work.

When she finally sat down at her desk, Felicity idly wondered why she didn't feel so tired as she turned on her computer.