Chapter Six

The world around her came to an end when he uttered those words, the blue of his eyes wept, and she knew that the whole universe was conspiring against her. The tiny part of her brain did warn, that this is all fake and there would be no chance, none at all for Oliver to fall in love with her. But she decided to kill those words of mockery, and went ahead, believed the tumbling words from his mouth.

The warm crush that she developed on him was wrapped and pushed somewhere deep in her heart, it all came bubbling up, magnified, multiplied, intensified and she knew she was in love with him.

"He took the wrong woman. I love you" He had said and she was already thanking all the gods in the heaven. The tiny rivulet in his lashes promised truth and so she nodded, fell in the abyss with a mind blowing kiss and it was all bliss.

And the moment ended.

When the cold wall of syringe was pressed to her palm, the voice that she believed to be dead, mocked again, laughed and sang 'I told you so'.

"Do you understand?" He had asked and she had nodded.

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She laughed like a mad woman. Oliver was frankly terrified to go anywhere near the blonde. Her voice was all shrill, her laugh was all maniac and he was worried that maybe she had a concussion.

"And the funniest thing is, oh you will not believe me at all, but then, you have to believe me, because, I am not making this up, I was there when it happened, the look on Slade's eyes were all misty, blurry and for a minute I thought maybe he wasn't all mad like we thought he was. Hmm, maybe a little mad, I mean he tried to destroy the whole of city just so he can avenge his dead girl friend, who we aren't supposed to talk about, Ooops, sorry Oliver" She ended her rambling with a hiccup. Her eyes were half lidded, her mascara smudged and her palm reached out to grab another glass of the liquid that made her all giddy.

"Okay, Felicity, its time to get you home" Digg said, rushing up from his seat, to grab the drunk woman before she could fall down and hit herself, or worse, if she starts rambling again.

"Digggy, I'm fine" She said and the man who was once the toughest body guard, winced at that.

"No you are not" Oliver said, he was tired, frustrated that his feelings towards her was out, but it had all come out wrong and now it was out there, just hanging in the ether, even after a week. His sister wasn't at home, his company was taken over by a ridiculously rich brainy guy who apparently had a thing for his Felicity and all he needed was to have a night that was insane free.

"How do you know that?" She asked, her question was directed towards the man who had crushed her heart and wasn't aware of it.

"Because, I know" He said lamely and walked towards her. She snorted, made a face that reminded him oddly of snoopy the dog.

"Diggy, come lets have a night out. Just the two of us" She said, poked her tongue out at Oliver, as if to say he wasn't invited. It was childish and petty, yet it stung him hard in his chest. He could see the traits now, Thea's character had been rubbed on to Felicity and she was acting like her, all spoilt and brat like.

"Okkaay" Digg hesitated but he had his weird mind connection with Oliver through which he was pushing the words of warnings to stay away from the drunken woman and he could see that it was best to have Felicity sane and sober the next day without any embarrassment hovering above her. He left their cave to get the car ready.

"Felicity" the man who hid a lot behind the mask called out, hoping that she could know the depth of his heart just by hearing her name from his lips.

She didn't look back, she didn't ramble, she was quiet and he wanted to pull her in to his arms, to whisper the words that he was afraid to tell out loud.

She turned back, slurped, struggled to walk straight. Her eyes had a wild look, her lips twitched and he could almost hear the churning of the gears in her mind.

Maybe it was a very wrong idea to call her back when she was all drunk. The glasses that rested on her nose was crooked, and the subtle fluorescent light that glowed above them gave her eyes a new shine, the one that screamed, 'run away from me, idiot'

Oliver was scared.

She came close, closer than she had ever come. Her fingers traced his stubble and his jaws flexed a bit, he shivered under the crown of her digit and he was sure that the Gods above hated him when she rolled her tongue across her lips.

She gave the word sensuous an altogether a different meaning and he let out a fraction of his breath out. His heart thudded, his palm was fisted, not trusting his traitorous limbs, he leaned a bit more, almost greedy to lick those red off her lips, to see the true colour of her seams underneath the lush paint that glossed under the light. Her lashes were long, smudged her cheeks when she leaned towards him, like a leaf that reaches towards the Sun.

And then it happened.

She puked on his chest, pants and shoes.

Oliver heard a loud chuckle and he looked up to see a very smirking Roy walking down the stairs.

"I always wanted to puke on someone" Felicity mumbled and passed out nearby.

"I am so glad that I am not you right now" The boy in red hood said and Felicity gave a small snort from underneath.

"So much for a kiss" He mumbled, before leaning down to pick her from her mess.

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