AN: After some time has passed...once Laurel's become the Canary and she and Olicity are all hunky-dory friends.
I got the first kiss and she'll get the last
She's got the future and I got the past
I got the class ring, she got the diamond and wedding band
I got the boy and she got the man
Laurel felt oddly calm watching Oliver propose to Felicity. It felt like a lifetime ago when she'd been sure it would be her becoming the future Mrs. Queen. She'd spend hours gossiping with her friends in those days, about her and Ollie's kids, and how they'd be adventurous and larger-than-life, like their daddy, and loyal and intelligent, like their mama. How they'd decorate the giant Christmas tree in the mansion together, all that silly nonsense that dopey girls dream about while the boy they envision as their husband is sneaking off with their little sister.
I got the first kiss and she'll get the last
We each got something, the other will never have
I got the long hair, hot head
She got the cool and steady hand
She was happy for the two of them, happy for the way that things were ending for Ollie. She was so proud that he'd finally become the man she'd always known he could be. And Felicity, well, she brought out the best in him, in a way that Laurel certainly never did. Maybe the two of them had history, but it was all that history that kept them from having any future beyond friendship.
A small part of her wished that she'd gotten a chance to be with this version of Oliver, but you can't change the way things were, and she'd finally managed to accept that. She'd had her good times while they'd lasted, and now it was someone else's turn.
I got the boy and she got the man
I got the boy and she got the man
If things were different and I had a choice,
which would I choose?
It was important to note that she wasn't jealous of Felicity. Although she still definitely had feeling for Oliver- how could she not- given all they'd been through together, she didn't have the same competitive feelings towards Felicity as she had other girls who'd shown interest in Ollie while they'd been together, least of all her own sister.
Perhaps it was that this new-and-improved Oliver was so far removed from the 'Ollie' she'd been with back in the days of their innocence- or rather, slightly more innocence- that it felt like he was two different people. You can't miss something you never had, and she'd never had this Oliver, this man. She'd always love him, sure, but she surely didn't miss who he'd been.
