Queen girl
Felicity Smoak was a Queen girl…
Okay, Oliver thought, maybe that was not the best way to arrange his thoughts. However, the sight in front of him was too awestruck that he couldn't, for his dear life, create a sentence that could have some kind of sense or logic.
Felicity Smoak was in the middle of her living room using her vacuum cleaner as some kind of guitar while the lyrics of Bohemian Rhapsody escaped from her phone and she sang them. Every word of the song, even the Galileo parts with all the different voices and tones. And then the song ended and he was ready to tell her he was there when another came on and he saw her change her moves to happier ones while the lyrics of "Crazy little thing called love" floated around her.
Oliver gave up of making his presence known and just sat in her stairs watching her dance and sing. He knew it was wrong, he should tell her, but she looked so happy and so carefree, dancing around and singing… And she was so good at it. The words fell from her lips with power and a clear timbre and she moved smoothly, like a ballerina. Oliver let her movements and voice surround him while Bicycle Race, Don't Stop Me Now, Somebody to Love, Radio Ga Ga and A Kind of Magic sounded in her living room. He was having too much of a good time to stop her, but then, the sound of claps and steps echoed and he felt a sudden urge to join her.
Yes, he was a We Will Rock You fan and he loved that intro.
When Felicity heard him clap and step on her floor, she jumped and turned around, with a hand against her heart.
"Oliver…" she gasped.
"Buddy, you're a boy make a big noise. Playin' in the street gonna be a big man some day" he replied and saw her lips turn up and a grin appear in her face.
"You got mud on your face. You big disgrace. Kickin' your can all over the place" she completed.
"Sing it. We will, we will rock you. We will, we will rock you." They sang at the same time and Felicity smiled, while trying to keep her fierce expression in accord with the song mood.
Oliver felt his lips tremble with the effort of not laughing.
They sang until the last word disappeared in the air and Felicity touched the stop on her phone screen.
She started laughing, falling over her couch, grabbing her belly until she was crying.
Oliver sat beside her, laughing as well, watching her lose her composure entirely. He liked that. That she felt so good with him that she would show him that side of her. Trust him with it.
"You are an awful singer, Oliver Queen!" she said, composing herself a bit, but still grinning openly.
"And you are an amazing dancer, Felicity Smoak!" Oliver replied and Felicity shook her head in mirth. "So, you are a Queen fan?" he asked and Felicity nodded enthusiastically.
"Yes, they were amazing. I hear their songs since I was a little girl, my mother had a friend that said she once appeared in a music video with Freddie, so she was always putting his records on while I waited for my mother's shift to end…" she confided and Oliver felt that that was a happy memory, probably one of the few she had from her childhood if the low number of any memorabilia of her mother or of her growing up was any indication, there was only one photo with a blonde woman in a tiny dress with a smiling Felicity that Oliver thought looked more like a mother than her own mother. The other few photos in her house were of her, Oliver, Diggle, Roy and Sara. Oliver could see in his mind's eyes the one behind him with the original team in the Big Belly, it was taken by Carly in Diggle's anniversary and they were smiling at the camera. There was one with the entire group, in which Sara was carrying Felicity piggyback. One with only Felicity and Diggle. And then another one with Oliver and her, both laughing at something Diggle said while he was carrying his phone as a camera.
Oliver sighed, watching Felicity clean her eyes and then look around.
"Well, the cleaning won't do by itself…" Felicity sighed and she rose to a standing position.
"Give it to me!" Oliver said suddenly and grabbed the vacuum cleaner. "I can vacuum since I know you don't like it that much…" Oliver said.
Felicity smiled gratefully at him, walking towards her bedroom to clean some of her files in her home computer.
When Oliver finished his work and peaked through Felicity's door, he found her sound asleep, her mouth slightly open and her nose moving according to what dream she was having. Oliver tiptoed towards her bed, not worrying about how she might feel if she woke up to find him hovering and grabbing the blanket at the end of her bed, he draped it over her frame, tucking the corners under her feet. Felicity snuggled against the warm material and Oliver found himself beaming at her, before he stopped himself and walked out of the room, letting her rest in peace.
Yes, Felicity was a Queen girl, but she was also Oliver Queen's girl, even if for a long time he wouldn't realize that dawning thought.