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You're Banging My Bedroom Wall

VIII. Hello Old Friend

Felicity shot up in bed and quickly scrambled to put her glasses on. She blinked into the darkness a few times, confused, before turning to look at her alarm clock. The glowing numbers told her that it was 2:23 AM.

She frowned and swung her bare legs out from beneath the warm sheets into the cool air of her bedroom. Once her feet touched the floor she let out a low hiss at the sudden cold before quietly making her way to the kitchen. Felicity grabbed a bottle of water from the fridge and then sat at the breakfast bar.

A few minutes passed as Felicity drank. She wondered why she had woken so abruptly. It wasn't like she was having some nightmare or someone was trying to break into her apartment.

So why was she awake?

It wasn't like she had eaten some mint chocolate chip ice cream before she had eventually crawled into bed around ten. Because ice cream was supposed to cause nightmares, or something like that…

Or maybe it was the glass of red wine she had.

Or maybe it was nothing and she had just randomly woken up for no good reason.

Felicity sat there for a few minutes longer before going back to bed. She slipped back beneath the covers and put her glasses back on the nightstand before laying back down.

Just as she was about to fall back asleep, Felicity shot back up and twisted to look at the wall behind her. She stared at it in disbelief before cautiously pressing her ear against the wall and listening.

Nothing. She heard nothing.

Felicity grinned to herself before snuggling back into her bed.

Finally, some peace and quiet.

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Felicity pushed open the door of the nightclub Verdant during her lunch break the next day. She looked around for signs of life before walking across the empty dance floor toward the bar where Digg was sitting.

"Hey, Digg," she greeted.

He glanced up from the folder in front of him and turned to smile at her. "Hi, Felicity."

"I'm not interrupting am I?" she asked, glancing at the papers spread out across the counter.

Digg shook his head and dropped the pen in his hand onto the bar. "Nah, I was just going over some stuff for the club. I was meaning to take a break anyway. So what can I do for you?"

"I just came to say thank you for getting the around the clock wall banging to stop. It actually stopped the day we had lunch last week, but I didn't even notice until last night," she told him.

Digg raised a brow at her in question. "Really? I would have thought you'd have noticed the difference almost immediately with the way you described the situation to me, Felicity."

"Roy's been having trouble with one of his classes and I've been helping him study every night. He doesn't leave until almost eleven and it always feels like I'm the one who's in that class instead of him," she explained. "By the time my head hits the pillow I'm out like a light and my alarm is the first thing I hear when I wake up."

He nodded in understanding. "Must be some class that kid's taking. But you're welcome. My 'bestie,' as you called him, needed a firm talking to anyway, so it was like hitting two birds with one stone."

"Digg?" a voice called out from the office upstairs. "Can you come up here for a minute?"

"Speak of the devil. I better go see what he wants," Digg said, gathering up his paperwork. He gave Felicity a quick hug and a peck on the cheek. "It was nice seeing you, Felicity."

"You too, Digg," she returned with a grin. "Now go do whatever it is that nightclub owners do with your bestie."

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Okay, so a lot of people have been asking for faster updates. I would update faster, but I like to have time to write a chapter or two, that way I can have 2-3 chapters prewritten and stay on schedule for when I go back to school in the fall. And as for longer chapters, well, let's just say that you would be reading a lot of extraneous info that has absolutely nothing to do with the plot of the story.

Thank you for understanding,
Rose