"Felicity? Felicity? Felicity!" Felicity shook her head and let her eyes fall upon the questioning face of thirteen-year-old Grace. They were sitting side by side in the cold grass overlooking a lake, their backs leaning on a cabin wall.

"Wha-what?" Felicity stuttered.

"Who are you thinking about?" Grace asked leaning in towards Felicity, her eyes squinting behind her glasses.

Felicity blushed. "Oh, um, no one."

"I know you Felicity and you are lying." Grace said with a smirk on her pale face.

"Well you... are correct." Felicity slumped in defeat.

"What's his name?" Grace implored.

"How do you know he's a-"

"I just know."

"Okay well his name is Oliver and I don't know what to do with myself around him. We seem to get along really well and I like being with him but I don't know why and we just met and we've already been in totally awkward situations I mean we've already kissed! Not to mention he gave me a bruise that looked like a hickey when he sucked the poison from my bite... and 3... 2... 1..." Felicity stopped to see Grace trying to hold in her laughter. A blush spread across her face like a wildfire and wouldn't go away despite the cold.

"He's one lucky guy!"

"What do you mean?!"

"You obviously like him and any guy that you like is VERY lucky. And add the fact that you two kissed already! It's a perfect relationship set up." Grace twirled her finger in the air as if she were writing on a chalkboard.

" I do NOT like him! We only just met two weeks and three days ago!" At this, Grace's smile was as evil and suspicous as that of the cartoonish Grinch.

"Felicity, you've been counting the days since you two met." Felicity went wide eyed and froze.

There was a pause. "So when are you going to ask him out? Or at least stalk him til you 'accidentally' run into him?" Grace asked now full of cheer.

"I.. um... kinda already stalked him and 'accidentally ran into him... BUT I HAVEN'T ASKED HIM OUT." Felicity said defending herself.

"Oh Felicity, face it, you're falling- excuse me- you've fallen deep deep down into the waters of love." The way Grace held out that last word put Felicity at ease. She imagined herself and Oliver, together in a little home with an unnamable daughter.

"You're right." Felicity sighed. "I need to do something to get my mind off him and now."

"Well we could go inside and make cookies..." Grace suggested rolling her eyes and smiling.

"Yes! I need cookies right now." They both stood up and walked to the front door of their cabin and walked in to the warm place. While Felicity started a fire, Grace pulled out all of the ingredients needed for chocolate chip cookies.

"Fel-ic-it-y!" A curly red haired woman sang as she came in through the door with another younger blonde haired girl. They came in smiling as they smelled the cookie's aroma.

"Hey Molly. Hi there Sofia." Felicity laughed as she saw Molly plop on the couch, red hair bouncing with her and Sofia peeping over the counter at the fresh cookies that Grace had just pulled out of the oven.

"We just came back from a butt load of sledding, isn't that right Fia?" Molly said smiling intently as she saw the small girl take a big bite out of a warm cookie.

"Mmhm!" Sofia mumbled with a mouthful of cookie.

"How fun! Wanna go again tomorrow with me and Grace? We've been meaning to go but we never find the chance between our conversations about how awesome and horrible glasses are and making delicious cookies!" Felicity said earning a laugh from everyone.

Felicity blew out the last candle and hopped into her top bunk while Grace was peacefully asleep underneath her. Felicity close her eyes and fell asleep almost instantly.

Felicity was back at the Christmas party. She was standing at the end of the hallway, with Oliver. Felicity looked up, and there it was, the mistletoe. When she looked back at Oliver he was already looking at her. He bent down and she leaned up towards him. Their lips became interlocked. Felicity felt a rush of sensation like none before. Her heart sped up and became synced with Oliver's. Her hands traveled to his chest, clenching his shirt. His hands moved to her waist and played with the hem of her shirt and growled lightly. His hand slipped under her shirt and it traced lines on her back. She moaned softly and this drove Oliver more. He pushed her against the wall and made a trail of kisses down her cheek to her jawline. Her nails lightly raked down his back, earning a moan from Oliver. He made his way to her neck and began to suck, bite, and kiss. She moan loudly. At this point they were all alone in nothing but each other's arms. Felicity brought his lips back up to her own and the pure passion was restored. Felicity bit Oliver's lip getting him to mutter her name. He kept on muttering her name in between kisses. Out of nowhere Felicity feels the warmth leave her and she is alone. A split second later she is falling.

"Felicity! Felicity! Felicity!" Felicity woke with a start to hear two voices desperately calling out her name. Molly and Sofia were shaking her and trying to wake her up.

"What?" Felicity said not noticing that Grace was not trying to wake her.

"Get down here Grace is having a panic attack." Molly said this while dragging her friend down the ladder and off the bed to see Graces shriveled form curled in a ball on her bed. Felicity went wide eyed. She immediately scooted on the bed and tried to hug the girl but she only screamed in response.

"Felicity! Felicity! Felicity! Help me!" Grace was yelling now.

"I'm here Grace, I'm here. Don't be afraid, it's me. I'm here." Felicity said as she tried to hug Grace again. Grace looked up to see the blonde and flung herself onto her. They stayed like that for a while. Felicity started to sing a song passed down for many generations in her family and rocked back and forth with Grace in her arms.

Finally, the young girl was calmed and asleep. Felicity laid her down and covered her with the bed sheets.

"What was that?" Whispered Molly looking a bit shaken still.

"I've known Grace for eight years now. Ever since the first day I started volunteering at this place I was assigned to Grace. She was five at the time and she wouldn't let anyone in, wouldn't let anyone touch her, basically wouldn't interact with you. When they put us in a room together I asked to be alone. Once we were, she ran up and hugged me and cried, She tells me now that it's because I looked like her mother that day. Her mom gave her up after she couldn't afford to pay for both of them anymore. That's when she was three."

"She's been in foster care since she was three and still hasn't been adopted?" Molly asked looking very sad. Felicity nodded.

"Now she can interact with almost anyone, so long as they don't resemble her dad. Her dad was an alcoholic bastard who abused Grace physically and verbally along with her mother. They would always be traveling to get away from him."

"That's horrible. Is he..."

"Dead. Where he rightfully should be." Felicity said.

"Okay, well I think we should get back to bed. Long day tomorrow." Molly said as she tucked an almost asleep Sofia into her bed. Felicity nodded and climbed into her bunk and fell asleep once her head hit her pillow.