Years after, finally coming face-to-face to Dylan Gregory must've been one of the hardest things I'd had to deal with.
I put down my guard and let him inside my house. "5 minutes and then you're out of here."
"Okay." He walked in.
He didn't seem as tough, or as douchey as he was years ago. He seemed more laid back.
He looked around my living room and saw how perfectly organised everything was, and then he smiled, "I remember you being such a perfectionist."
"Look, Dylan, I don't have time."
"The last time I saw you... never mind. You look beautiful Felicity" He said. He cleared his throat and said, "Anyway. I never imagined I'd see you again after the way things ended because you moved away, went to MIT. After you moved, I realised how bad I felt about humiliating you publically like that. I spent so long trying to figure out what to say to you if I ever saw you again."
"So is that what you're doing? Apologising? Look Dylan I don't – "
"– hear me out. Please. I just thought I'd get this out now that I have the chance." He interrupted me quickly. "We didn't end on good terms. It was a stupid bet. You didn't do anything wrong to me and I am sorry. I am sorry, Felicity. I know it's been like almost 8 years but I didn't want to just leave knowing you had a grudge on me."
I crossed my arms. "I appreciate that Dylan. Thank you."
"So... are we good?"
"Dylan, you were the first person I thought I truly loved. I spent so much time prior to being with you, having this massive crush on you – and by 'so much time' I mean I had a crush on you since middle school. I was the quiet, reserved computer geek no one looked twice at. One day, Dylan Gregory – the slightly menacing, extremely attractive quarterback who everyone loved, comes to my table and asks me out on a date. Of course, a stupid and naïve me says yes. Just to find out months afterwards our 'relationship' was just a bet to see if you could last with the freak Felicity Smoak until graduation day." I said reminding him of the permanent scars managed to imprint on me "When you broke up with me on graduation I don't think you understood how humiliated and hurt I was. I've been through many embarrassments but that was by far the most painful and I'm sorry to say this so cruelly and so sharply but I hated you so, so much."
There was a silence. I am sure I could have turned into the hulk with the rage I felt at that moment.
"I don't know what to say, Felicity." He told me apologetically; probably afraid I would morph into a giant green monster.
I cooled down a little then I spoke. "Alright. Then I'll say something. I accept your apology, but you're going to have to do far much more than say 'Sorry' to prove that you've really changed. I appreciate you coming, Dylan."
"I know I don't deserve your forgiveness for that, it was a jerk thing to do. I just hope you can forgive me one day, Liss."
I shook my head. "Nope. No. it's just Felicity nowadays. And yes, I hope I can too."
"How about I take you to dinner or something? Just to prove to you that my intentions are completely pure."
"I'm actually with someone. Taking me out would not be the best idea."
"Is it Oliver Queen?" he asked, revealing a bit of jealousy in his expression.
I shrugged. "Maybe. Maybe not, but thank you for coming. I actually do appreciate your apology, Dylan. Thank you." I smiled friendlily.
"See you around, Felicity." He said as I escorted him to the door.
When I opened the door and saw Oliver standing there with a single rose and a bottle of Chardonnay. He was smiling and first then grimaced a little when he saw Dylan.
"Hi." Oliver said to Dylan and I.
"Hi." Dylan and I said at the same time. "Well, I was just leaving" Dylan continued.
"Evidently." He nodded.
"Right." Dylan said as he walked out the door. "Goodnight, Felicity... Mr. Queen."
Oliver stared at him blankly as he didn't know his name.
Dylan got into his car and left.
Oliver and I turned to each other. "Sorry about that. He came to apologise, but that's over."
I then laughed. "When he came I thought it was you with some roses and chocolate. But wine? So classy, Mr. Queen." I moved to let him inside.
"It's the wine I promised you like a year and a half ago." He chuckled.