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"Well that was fun but guys, seriously there is no chance Oliver's going to recognise me from last night he's probably already forgotten about...me" drawing to a close as the three of them walked through the gates to find the scene set out ahead of them.

"Oh…my…god, shesh Liz, what did you do to the boy?" Iris asked under her breath as Felicity couldn't take her gaze off the sight in front of her.

"…hey, it may not even be for me, he could've been kissed by someone else" claiming falsely, trying to convince herself otherwise to what she already knew was true, Felicity clung on to a shred of positive and wishful thinking that it might not even be her.

"Really Liz, so you think Queen had his face snogged off by another masked beauty that left him reeling, that's what you're going with?" Iris called her out.

"…sure bring logic into this why don't you…" Felicity muttered under her breath.

Oliver Queen was holding a kissing booth…to find her.

Alright so he knew this was ridiculous, as told by basically all of his friends, but it couldn't be helped. He had to find that girl from that night before the weekend. She'd blown him away in ways that he couldn't even begin to describe.

He wanted her in ways he'd never wanted anyone else.

However, the downside was that the only factors he knew about her were that; a.) She's blonde, b.) Her height, c.) What her voice sounds like as long as he's close to her and d.) What it's like kissing her.

So naturally he went with the only thing he was absolutely positive on, her lips, hence the reason for the kissing booth.

The sheer amount of girls he's had to kiss is unimaginable.

Typically Ollie would've been over the moon about this concept but Oliver only thoughts for one particular girl and that is certainly not the one in front of him currently looking at him as if he were her prey and in some aspects, he is.

Thus introducing his stalker Carrie Cutter and how he literally can't possibly get himself out of this situation since he set himself up so nicely.

"Well hello…lover" hunching her upper half over the table so she gave him an unobstructed view of her cleavage and a personal view of how his lunch's going to be coming up.

The way she wrapped her tongue around the word 'lover' always left his dry heaving yet nothing he could possibly say would ever deter this crazed bitch from her intended target.

"Carrie, I've told you this so many times. I'm not your lover"

"You say that now, it's only a matter of time my love then we can be together as for right now, I believe I've come to collect my daily prize" positioning herself right in front of his face, Oliver barely stopped himself from gagging there on the spot at the thought of fully kissing her properly.

So instead he aimed for her cheek.

"That's it?"

"I never specified where it was, I just said a kiss" leaning as far back in his chair as possible, Oliver breathed a sigh of relief when the bell rung for their next class.

Snatching up his bag, he wasn't fully paying attention to where he was walking as he was more worried about the crazed person he was praying he was currently leaving behind.

So when he suddenly smashed into somebody full on, he could instantly find a fault in his own actions.

"I'm so sorry, I should've been looking where I was going not where I was coming from" diverting his gaze to the person in front of him, the first thing he saw was silk-woven blonde hair.

He was lost from there.

Kneeling down so he had a full view of her face, Oliver caught a glimpse of her diamond blue eyes as they focused in on the task before her.

"No worries, I would most likely be more worried with that nutter stalking your every step too…see you" that voice…he knew that voice.

Could it be?

"…see…you…" trailing off, Oliver only had eyes for the back of the head that housed such finely made hair that hadn't left his thoughts since that evening.

Lungs failing him when she stole a glance over her shoulder back at him from halfway up the corridor, Oliver literally swore he felt all the breathe leave his body when the evening sun caught onto her golden locks, lighting her up like a magnificent sunset.

He'd found her, he was sure of it.

"Hey Liz, you do realise that Queen hasn't stopped staring at you all day, right? Do you think he knows?" Iris whispered from her place behind Felicity's in their English class.

"It's just because he hasn't gotten me in his bed unlike the majority of the female population of this school and most likely the city also. Which is going to remain that way if I have anything to say about it" sitting at an angle so she could speak to both Iris, who sat behind her, and Caitlin, who sat beside her, much easier.

"Well he hasn't gotten either me or Iris in bed yet but you don't see him staring at us like we light the entire Universe do you?" Caitlin pitched in.

"Seriously guys, just drop it, nothing's going to happen and he most certainly doesn't know who it was yesterday" snapping quietly, diverting her gaze to the front where their teacher was explaining their homework for the half term.

"Iris!" yelling at her friend in frustration as she slammed her locker shut, Felicity jolted herself back in surprise at the abrupt and unexpected action of one of her best friends. "What?"

"This is getting utterly ridiculous now. Oliver is still looking at you as though you hold the world's secrets" Caitlin leaned on her locker on the opposing side of Felicity that Iris wasn't currently taking up.

"Look guys, we've been over this a thousand times. He doesn't care alright, so can we just drop the subject already?"

"Fine, we'll drop it…on one condition" glaring at the smirk that was adoring Iris' face at that particular moment, Felicity didn't have a chance to protest against the actions of her best friends as they dragged her over to the dreaded kissing booth that she, may or may not have been, trying to ignore throughout the day. "You prove to us that you're right and nothing's going to happen"

"Hey Oliver, we have another willing participant for your booth" Caitlin said in a sing-song voice as the two of them hauled a definitely not willing Felicity across the hallway.

"I don't really know if-" not being able to speak her protest aloud before she found herself being tugged into the arms of a certain Oliver Queen and their lips being fused together, Felicity found herself kissing him back before her mind fully caught up to her actions.

Oh crud.

If he had a penny for all the times somebody's had to repeat themselves to him in that sole day, he would most likely be richer than Bill Gates by now.

His mind has refused to think outside the thought of the woman he kissed during that masquerade party he went to, then that scene in the hallway occurred and something just told him that it was Felicity.

There was only one way to make sure but the question was how.

That was until her two best friends Caitlin Snow and Iris West all but dragged her over to his booth and basically made her as an offering to him, which he more than gladly accepted.

The moment his lips touched hers, the familiar passion that had been haunting his thoughts 24/7 for the past 24 hours came roaring back as the acquainted sparks lit up his day as they had previously done so.

Moving his left hand so it firmly gripped the back of her head, unwilling to let her budge even so much as a millimetre away from him, while the other rested over the dip in her back.

Groaning in pure ecstasy when she began kissing him back, Oliver deepened the kiss, removing the space between them once more, making it feel as they were one whole being.

Tangling his tongue with hers, he could hardly stop himself from pushing her up against the lockers and trapping her against the metal and his hardened body while Felicity moved her hands so her left hand wrapped partially round the back of his neck and the other tucked itself beneath his right arm.

Crap, crap, crappity crap, crap.

This wasn't supposed to be happening. He wasn't supposed to know.

Sucking her bottom lip into her mouth and biting down to deter her very-much-visual brain from thoughts better left unsaid, Felicity began dragging much needed oxygen into her lungs while he rested his forehead against her own, his lips not moving far from hers, Felicity was already cursing her friends and planning her potential escape route.

"I've finally found you"

Wait hold up, finally?

He knew from the look in her eye that she was going to try to run but over his dead body was he relinquishing his hold on her after the length of time he'd been searching for her.

Tightening his grasp ever more on her, not including the way he still held her hostage up against the lockers, Oliver replaced his hands on either side of her face guiding her gaze to his, savouring the brightness of her eyes and the sweet taste of her lips that he couldn't quit thinking about for the entirety of his weekend and today, that also left him aching for more like a drowning person for oxygen.

"Do you have any idea how long I've been searching for you, mystery girl? You disappeared from my arms so fast I couldn't even get your number…so Fe-li-ci-ty, have I behaved well enough?" not bothering to even so much as try to remove his eyes from her flush red lips, Oliver zoned out all of the gathering school that were bunching round in a crowd around them, solely focused on the remarkable woman before him.

Swallowing before she felt comfortable that she could speak without her voice all and up failing her there and then, Felicity tried not to let the fact that it was safe to say that the entire school was gathered around the pair of them get to her too much.

For so many years she'd basically been a nobody and now she had practically the most popular guy at her school waiting for her answer as to whether or not he could have her phone number.

One thing that she'd made a habit of was thinking that in ten or so years on from now, she didn't want to be somebody that looked back on her life with regrets just because she didn't decide to make that leap of faith, just because she was unsure as to whether or not she was going to be caught on the other side.

"Depends on what you've been waiting for"

"…how about a chance…without any masks to hide your identity, without any fire alarms going off, without anyone besides you and me. Who knows, maybe we could become our own Jane Austen novel" not being able to hold the smirk back at the reference from the previous night before the weekend during that masquerade party, Felicity already found herself shooting him a glare but smiling unconsciously.

"No masks, no fire alarms" agreeing to his terms, she couldn't go out without one last bang though, she was her after all. "…although it's pretty safe to say I rocked that mask and you didn't instantly know who I was so…home run for me"

"You more than rocked it Fe-li-ci-ty, and thanks to you and that damn dress you modelled radiantly, I was thinking red for the entire weekend" leaning down and growling into her ear, Oliver couldn't help but mentally fist pump himself for finally finding the very someone that hadn't left his thoughts for days.

His chance at the beginning of something new, the chance of something that was completely vacant from his life.

The chance at a promise of happiness.

Who knew that the couple that got together because of a mere masquerade party would end up, not only being voted Prom King and Queen but also the cutest couple in the Yearbook at the end of college.

Seven years following, of which she spent in the arms of Oliver Queen, Felicity found herself looking back on the pair of them and their fellow students but it was one image that both Felicity and Oliver preferred out of them all.

Maybe that's the reason why Oliver had the photograph printed in an ornate gold and white picture frame that stood upon his desk at QC along with his other favourite image of their wedding, the second happiest day of his life.

Standing central of the image with Oliver holding Felicity bridal style and sharing a beyond passionate kiss was the new bride and groom while Iris, Barry, Caitlin, Ronnie, Cisco, Laurel, Tommy, Diggle, Lyla, Thea and Roy stood either side of them. In the background, the sun was touching the horizon, casting a golden light upon them all.

His ultimate favourite, of course, sat decorated too atop his desk as CEO at QC was the image discretely captured of them during that masquerade party all those years ago where the image itself had also caught their love shining for one another like a homing beacon.

If Felicity peered through the glass from her VP office beside his own as it was a double, by Oliver's order as he wanted to be closer to Felicity, and caught him gazing at the picture a lot of the time she glanced over, she never uttered a word.

Smiling inwardly as she placed a loving hand on her stomach that was holding a treasure, greater than anything she could ever give him, Felicity knew that their lives were going to be celebrating countless surprises.