The clamorous incessant knocking on the door made Felicity's eyes snap open from her slumber. Looking at her bedside clock it was 2:37 in the morning. Who on earth could have been at her door?

Grumbling out of bed, she didn't care how she looked. The worse the better so she can scare off whoever was interrupting her sleep. She looked in her peep hole only to find the person's back of the head, as the rest of their body slay slump on the door.

Unlocking and then opening the door quickly, the person nearly fell on their ass.

"Ugh. Tommy, what are you doing here? Do you not know what time it is?!"

"Yuh its like chooooo in the mornngng."

"Yeah and you should be at home in your bed," trying to pick him up she grunted, "Oh Tommy you reek. Let's get you up and on the sofa."

"Whoya talkin bout lttleee," he practically howled like Tarzan.

"I didn't say you were little," Felicity rolled her eyes, "Do you want to tell me why you're drunk and on my doorsteps?"

But Tommy didn't have to explain. She knew. Hell, if she didn't have work tomorrow or the day after she probably would been intoxicated to the point of unconsciousness alongside him.

Oliver and Laurel were coming back from their honeymoon today. It would be the first time Tommy and Felicity would see either Oliver or Laurel since the wedding.

Felicity laid Tommy down on her sofa. More precisely dropped him on her sofa but at his state, he wouldn't have been able to tell the difference.

He mumbled something that sounded like "comfortable" or "miserable" probably intending to say both.

With a big sigh Felicity headed to her kitchen to grab a wet cloth. When she came back, she found Tommy completely sprawled on every inch of sofa that would cushion him. In a half-hearted smile, she sat down next to him in what little space that allowed her. She ran her fingers through his dark hair. It was one of the things that he and Oliver had done when they were younger as she cried about the other kids that would poke fun at her.

They have always been a pact. Though, not always. As tight knit as they now are again, they weren't always so close. Sometimes when people grow, they grow apart. The three of them weren't an exception.

*5 Years Ago*

"Stop it! N-n-nonononono. Stop. Oliver! Tommy! STOP." Felicity shrieked at the top of her lungs while swinging almost parallel to the ground in Tommy's backyard. Tommy and Oliver were pushing her high up as possible in hopes to get rid of Felicity's fear of heights.

From somewhere inside Tommy's family mansion, the phone rang.

"I'll get it. Ugh, It better not be that one group that keeps trying to sell those lawn mowers. Seriously, when will they get a hint?"

"Won't someone else be able to get that?" Oliver asked.

Tommy just shrugged and backed his way into the mansion.

"When I said 'live it up' for this summer vacation, I didn't actually mean up. Like up, UP. Like in the AIR up!"

"You can do it Smoak! How else would this summer be memorable other than conquering one of your fears?"

Felicity just rolled her eyes. Oliver, the ever adventurist.

It was the first day of summer vacation, but the three of them were already trying to savor every last moment. Come Fall, they were all going their separate ways for college.

Well, her at least.

Both Oliver and Tommy were going to Yale while she's going to MIT. And though she's exhilarated about attending her dream school, she's also very unsettled doing about it alone. She's always had her two best friends alongside her since she was seven.

As she was coming down from mid-air, Felicity decided she's had enough. She tried to stop the next upward thrust of the swing with her feet.

Everything happened so quickly.

She prematurely plunged her legs down in hopes to slow down the swing's momentum, but het legs didn't connect with the ground. Some weird wire circuiting in her brain thought that it did and the smallest adjustment of her butt forward caused her legs to swoop up under her.

When he saw her legs come down, Oliver immediately knew that it was a disaster waiting to happen. It was too early and she was a little too high up for her feet to try and stop the momentum.

One second he was behind her, pushing her, the next he was trying to break her fall.

He grabbed her waist from the behind flipping them around just in time before they hit the ground. His back connected with the playground's wood fiber surface receiving the the blow.

The wind was knocked out of him.

Without thinking Felicity whirled around Oliver's chest not caring if she crushed his insides. She put her hand on either side of his face turning and checking if there were any cuts. "Oh my gosh. Are you okay?"

"Y-yeah. Ow. Yeah."

Felicity inspected Oliver's face one last time, then—

"Ow!" Oliver grunted from Felicity's sudden punch, "Felicity wh—"

"This is why you don't push anyone on the swing to the point they can go around!"

Her eyes were hard oh his, no trace of humor in her tone. But her fervor had him catching attention of something else.

His eyes traveled down her face and to her lips aware of how close their faces were, aware of how their bodies pressed against one another and the heat generating from their proximity. His mind became cognizant of how his heavy breathing made her rise and fall with his chest.

Suddenly Felicity was conscious of their position. She was conscious of his breath meshing with hers, conscious of his hand that was on the small of her back. She became conscious of the darkening of Oliver's eyes and how she licked her lips in response. Heat flared up in her cheeks and Oliver let out an almost inaudible squeak.

But she couldn't find it in herself to get up and get off of him.

"I-I umm I'm s-sorry," Oliver stammered.

Felicity opened her mouth and then shut it again unable to articulate any word.

A whistle hovered above them, "I um.. did I miss anything?" Tommy asked, eyebrows raised, intrigued.

That was all it took to break the moment. Felicity pushed off of the ground shaking her head, "No. Nope. Nothing. Just you know the part when I almost died," she said matter-of-factly.

Oliver got up and started wiping off the wood fiber that stuck on his clothes, "Okay maybe we shouldn't do that anymore."

When Oliver finally looked up, his eyes met Tommy's. There was an undeniable smirk in his eyes. And even if neither one of them three will admit it, the fact remains that from this moment on their lives changed forever.

Tommy woke up with an excruciating pain in his right leg. Opening his eyes, he realizes why. His left leg was propped up on the arm top while his right leg lay completely off the sofa, inhibiting proper circulation.

Groaning, he used all his upper body muscle to get himself up.

"Morning sunshine," an all too familiar voice called out.

Twisting around Felicity stands in the kitchen omelette in pan and pan in hand.

"Oh goodness. If I didn't die from the alcohol poisoning last night, I will definitely die from food poisoning from your cooking."

"Shut up Merlyn. Although I must say I am pretty surprised that you even remembered getting drunk with how bad you stumbled on my doorsteps at two in the morning."

"Oh no," Tommy groaned, "really? Two in the morning? And I smelled like this?"

"Yup," Felicity said making the 'p' pop as she focused back on the stove.

"I reek."

"Yup."

Tommy started unbuttoning his shirt, "Hey Felicity do you have any shirts that I can borrow?"

"Yeah, second drawer."

"Alright, th—" Tommy started saying when the doorbell cut him off.

He walked to the door without putting much thought in answering it shirtless.

He was met with an all too familiar set of eyes.

"Oliver?"