At that point, I could do anything but smile.

I closed my eyes expecting a kiss... or something, but it all felt too good to be true so I quickly opened my eyes again sharply and stood up.

"I think I'm done for tonight, now I'm going to wash off. Then I'm going to go to bed. So... goodnight."

I rushed away awkwardly, hoping he wouldn't stop me to 'talk'.

I didn't want to talk. Obviously I had issues, I mean I just willingly missed the chance to make out with my ex-billionaire, unbelievably handsome best-friend-whom-I-secretly-really-was-madly-in-love-with.

I made it into my bathroom, without being stopped that is, and it looked oddly untidier than I had originally left it.

"Huh..." I said scanning the counter top which had endless amounts of lip liners, lipsticks, eye shadows, makeup palettes, foundations, powders, concealers, mascaras, eyelashes etc.

I took two handfuls of my stuff and threw them into my makeup bag attempting to clear up to avoid Oliver seeing how much makeup I wear.

I grabbed a makeup wipe and erased some of the makeup I had on, to make me look more natural and fresh faced.

"Come on, Felicity." I said to the reflection on the mirror.

I looked down the hallway where I could see Oliver seated facing with his back towards me.

I exited the bathroom fast, and attempted to tiptoe to my bedroom attempting to avoid being seen by him.

"Er, Felicity?"

Shit.

I forgot Oliver has super good hearing. Well duh, he's The Arrow.

I put my feet on the ground and turned around. "Oliver..."

"It's only 6pm." He smiled.

Oh, God.

"Right... I honestly thought it was at least eight." I said blushing. "My bad."

He didn't say anything he just sat there looking at me. "Someday we're going to have to talk about this, Felicity."

The way he said my name was different.

Different than before.

Maybe it was the way I heard it that was different.

Because this time I knew he felt the same way as I did.

"And I was kind of hoping that wouldn't be today or right now." I replied. "Or ever."

"Then tell me you don't feel the same way." He stood up, and then walked slowly around the couch, heading towards me. "Tell me what I feel is just a delusion. Tell me that I'm crazy to be so crazy about you."

I swallowed. "I can't."

"Why not?" He continued to walk.

I sighed. I didn't say anything. When he finally got only a few inches away from me, I said suddenly intimidated, "Because it would be a lie."

Then there was that awkward silence again, where I was just staring at him and vice versa... blah blah blah.

My door bell rang.

Literally saved by the bell.

Unhesitant, I stormed past him and made my way to my front door.

"Pizza delivery for Ms...Swan?" The pizza delivery guy said looking down at the receipt.

I recognise that voice...

I looked up and that's when I saw him.

"Felicity?" He gasped.

"Oh my God." I said, so shell shocked, to my high school 'sweetheart' whom I'd had 0 communication with for about 7 years. "Dylan."

"Are you married?" He raised his eyebrows. "Because I remember Felicity Smoak"

Whilst a gazillion flashbacks flooded my mind and memories and long tried to forget resurfaced, I answered, "Eh no. I use a different name when ordering things because I have a very dangerous job... and it often requires a fraudulent identity." It really didn't. I just felt cool, kind of like James Bond, having a fake identity.

"I thought you went to MIT... unless you're like a spy now."

"And I thought you went to Harvard? But I guess that's not the case since you're delivering my pizza right now..." I said sarcastically.

Oliver walked besides me just in time to hear my remark to Dylan. "Is this guy bothering you?"

"No... He's just... an old friend."

"No way. You're hooking up with Oliver Queen now?"

"Obviously not your concern." I put on a smile as I took some money from my pocket and handed it to him at the same time I took the pizza. "You have a good night, Dylan."

"Felicity, can we talk some time? We need to –"

"No, Dylan, we don't need to do anything. I'll see you around, preferably not though. Goodnight."

I slammed the door and exhaled. I handed Oliver the pizza, and walked into the lounge feeling overwhelmed. I felt like I was going to pop, like a tiny little bubble. My temperature rose a little as I tried to find the air to breathe properly.

Oh my God.

How are you supposed to react? When you see that one asshole you hoped to forget. That douche who I trusted so dearly, with my life by the way, but broke my heart.

Ugh.

Suddenly I regretted ordering that pizza – which is shocking because I do love my pizza. I regretted being 'saved' by the bell.

"Who was that?"

Oh no one, Oliver, just the jerk I once cared about who pretended to care about me just to humiliate me in front of all his popular friends.

"An old friend."

"I'm guessing your relationship didn't end very 'friendly'."

"We dated - back in high school. He is someone I've been trying to forget for like... forever." I laughed it off.

But he wasn't buying it. "Ah..."

He decided to change the subject, which was great because I honestly think I could go on talking about Dylan Gregory without puking or feeling repulsed in any way.

"Pizza?"