Author's Note: This is my first story, so constructive criticism is welcome. Just be respectful.
So I am literally ignoring majority of season 3. Especially considering I got the idea for this before the season started. That and I hate angst. So, Sara's alive, but Laurel is still around. Well, not alot. I haven't really figured out how to write her. But, I really do love the friendship she is developing with Felicity, and I believe she deserved more time with her sister. That and feminism.
Most of the conversation within the stories are conversations that have happened, or could happen between my friends and I, so there is a shit ton of cursing. Just a little warning.
Most importantly, I want to give a huge thank you to PendulumWings, who wrote an amazing story that gave me the idea for this one and was kind enough to read my rough draft and give me an honest opinion. The link to the story is in my profile.
And that's it. Enjoy :)
p.s. This chapter is a lot more sappier than the others. But there are a lot more Olicity moments. Just pure fluff.
Disclaimer: Plot and OCs are mine, everything else is not.
"So how was Vegas?" Sara asked one night in the foundry a few days after they returned. "While I'm pretty sure it wasn't as wild as your previous trips but it must have been nice getting out of Starling City?"
Digg snorted. "I don't know. It still managed to get pretty crazy."
Sara eyebrows furrowed. "You guys actually went out?"
Oliver shook his head and came down from the salmon ladder. "Not really. Felicity's friends Charlotte and Ryan got engaged and we were in town just in time for the celebratory party."
Sara eyes widened. "You got to meet them. What were they like?"
Roy commented before Oliver could respond. "Fucking weird. Especially the pregnant one." Oliver's not quite sure but he could swear he saw Roy shudder. "But the food was great."
"What exactly did Willa say to you?" He asked.
Digg refused to tell him.
Well, more like every time he asked, the poor man was reduced to laughter and Oliver just gave up asking him.
Roy shook his head and muttered, with his head downcast. "I don't want to talk about it."
"Digg?" Oliver turned to the man in questioned who just raised his hands, the amusement on his face evident.
"Leave me out of it."
"So it was fun then? Sara questioned.
"It was an…. experience." Oliver answered. "Don't get me wrong, Felicity's friends are great. Just eccentric. Like her."
"Felicity asked her married, gay friends to be her babies' daddies by the end of the night and then tried to go make said babies." Roy commented.
And that was after the whole stripper fiasco." Digg added casually.
Sara's eyes widened and her jaw dropped. "This is so unfair. Why do I miss all the fun?"
Digg nudged her shoulder with his elbow lightly. "Don't worry. I got multiple photos."
"John, you are a blessing among men." Sara swore solemnly.
Oliver rolled his eyes. "Well maybe you can go to the wedding."
"Who's wedding?" Felicity asked as she came down the stairs.
"We were telling Sara about all the fun she missed out on in Vegas." Roy answered.
Felicity smiled as she placed her bag on her desk and took her seat. "Ah, right." She looked over to Sara. "You missed out on a good time. Roy especially had fun. Really connected with my friend Willa." She grinned as she pointed over to Roy, who scowled at the mention.
"I heard you acquired two baby daddies." Sara said as she walked over to Felicity.
"Yea. That's going on the back burner for now." Felicity tilted her head. "I just don't feel like I'm not in the right place for a child now, you know."
"Much less two." Oliver added.
Felicity smiled at his comment, turning to Sara and nodded. "Exactly. And then we have to think about custody arrangements, child support, blah, blah, blah. Plus, Justin is the worst to negotiate with. He doesn't like to compromise. That's how the bridal party ended up having to wear these atrocious green shoes at their spring wedding, despite that fact that Tyler wanted a winter wonderland wedding. Which in theory would have been lovely, especially since the wedding was in New York." Felicity made a slight noise and shrugged her shoulders. "But then wearing a dress in dead winter on the east coast is cruel and unusual punishment and I would've had to kill the grooms." She pursed her lips and squinted her eyebrows. "Willa would've helped me. She doesn't do well in cold temperatures. And I suspect if she were to ever really snap she would make a efficient serial killer..." She trailed off.
Roy snorted. "You suspect?" Roy mumbled under his breath.
Felicity rolled her eyes at him. "Oh, don't be such a baby."
10 months later
It was finally the day of Charlotte and Ryan's wedding, and the sun was now settling in the sky over the city of San Francisco. While Charlotte and Ryan met and grew up in Vegas, San Fran is where they intended on starting their lives together.
Felicity and Oliver walked out of the door side by side. Felicity going over the schedule for the day, making sure to remind Oliver that lateness wouldn't be tolerated. They were currently staying in a one of three houses rented by Eric for week for the bridal party as a wedding gift to the bride and groom.
Oliver and Felicity arrived early in the week with Sara in tow. Roy deciding to stay behind and keep watch of the city, alongside Laurel. Which was really an excuse to stay behind and revel in his recent reconciliation with Thea away from the watchful eye of her older brother. Digg and Lyla joined them two days ago, bringing along their daughter Bria, much to Felicity's delight. Digg stayed behind a few days longer to wait for Lyla to return from a mission over seas, and keep watch over Roy.
In a display of unabashed favoritism, Charlotte gave the keys to one of the houses to Felicity, giving Team Arrow a separate place to stay. The place had 4 bedrooms and three baths, perfect for two couples, one with a baby and a woman riding solo.
"Charlotte should be walking down the aisle at 3, so please be there-."
"At 2." Oliver finished for her with a smile. He placed his hands on her shoulders and bent down slightly to make eye contact with her. "Felicity, I know. You only told me this ten times before we left Starling City. Five times since we arrived in San Fran, and three times this morning. I -we-" He amended quickly once he saw her eyes widen and her mouth open to comment. "-will be at the venue at 5."
"OLIVER!" Felicity yelled, slapping his arm. He laughed lightly and pulled her into a hug and pressed a kiss onto her hair. "I'm only kidding. We'll be there for two. I promise. I'm sure Lyla will have us there by 1:30, 1:45 the latest. Stop worrying. Save it for the bride."
She took a deep breath and snuggled into him a bit more. "Alright." She sighed. "I'm only doing it because you somehow always manage to be, at least 15 minutes late and the one thing Willa hates more than cellos is lateness. She'll probably gut you alive."
While Felicity was the Maid of Honor, Willa was in charge of making sure the wedding according to plan. She had a Type A personality and lived for events like these. Felicity was in charge of making sure Willa didn't get arrested for aggravated assault.
Oliver pulled back and furrowed his brow. "What does she have against cellos?"
Felicity sighed throwing up a hand. "I don't even know. Something about them being unreasonably large and fucking inconvenient. I'm pretty sure there's no logical reason behind it. She just needed something to vehemently hate and hating people is actually getting tedious. She's weird."
Oliver chuckled and leaned down to kiss her only to be stopped as a sharp whistle. "Hey, lil bitch, over here."
"Speak of Satan." Felicity turned to see Willa standing by her car waving. She signaled one minute. Looking back to Oliver and leaning up to press a kiss to his lips.
"Uh, lil bitch, I called you." Willa snapped. This time honking the horn. "I'm over here. We need to go."
She sighed deeply. "I'm going to punch her in the face." She swore. "Yes Willa, I see you. I know."
Willa stopped honking to lean against her car and tilt her head. "Are you sure? Are you positive you know that the world doesn't revolve around Oliver's dick?" She teased. Her deep brown eyes cut to Oliver and she smiled. "Hey Oliver."
"Good morning, Willa. How are you?" Oliver nodded at her.
"Peachy fucking keen. How are you doing this fine morning?" She responded brightly.
"Not bad." He smiled.
"Good. I'm glad." Willa nodded. "Lil bitch, getcho ass in the fucking car and let's go. If we're late I'm beating you with a hanger."
Felicity pursed her lips. "Stop calling me lil bitch. I'm two inches shorter than you."
Willa snorted. "Okay, and? Key words: Shorter. Than. Me. Hit me up when you grow three inches and then we can talk. I'll probably still call you lil bitch, though." With that, Willa climbed into the car and pulled out her phone.
Felicity rolled her eyes and turned back to Oliver. "Remember 2'o clock. I love you."
Oliver smiled. "We'll be there." He leaned back down to kiss her when he was interrupted by Willa honking the horn. Again.
She climbed back out of the car. "Okay, gross. Lil bitch, you guys the rest of your life to tongue fuck, regular fuck and anal fuck, if you're into that. But today, I have to spend all day watching Ryan and Charlotte being lovey-dovey, I'm not watching you two do it as well." When she took in the glare from Felicity and the bewildered look in Oliver's eyes she shrugged. "What? From now until the wedding's over you guys are limited to quick kisses on the lips and eye-fucking each other from across the room."
Felicity raised an eyebrow. "Really?"
Willa held up a finger. "Only because it's actually really hot when you guys eye fuck each other."
Oliver threw his head back and laughed loudly.
Felicity scrunched up her face. "Oh my god. Get in the car, you pervert."
At this moment Sara stumbled to the front door to see what all the commotion was and managed to catch the end of Willa's tirade. "Well, she isn't wrong." She mumbled sleepily.
Felicity jumped at the sound of her voice and Oliver smiled his hello, reaching out to muss up her incredible bed head some more.
When she caught sight of Sara, Willa grinned widely. "HEY BEST FRIEND!"
Sara grinned at her, slapping away Oliver's hand and waving at Willa. The two started off a bit tense when they met. Willa's crass, bossy nature was challenged by Sara's laid back, rebellious attitude. Felicity was afraid the trip was going to end in a fight. Willa often came off as cruel, and was always willing to back up her words with her fists, but Felicity doubted she was going to last against Sara's league training with her street fighting.
But to her relief and horror the two immediately clicked at Charlotte's bachelorette party and seemed to be really close after a couple of drinks. Felicity was sure that this closeness was aided by Willa and Sara taking down a guy who was trying to harass the group of girls and a couple stories of Felicity's "bad girl" past.
It didn't matter how much Willa swore Felicity got arrested for public indecency, there were no records to prove it. Not anymore.
"Lis, get in the damn car!" Willa snapped. "Sara, I'll see you later, bae. Oliver, I've heard great things about you in a suit. Don't disappoint me." Willa finished as she got into the car after giving Felicity a pointed look and tapping her wrist.
"Morning Sara." Felicity smiled at Sara before grabbing Oliver's face to give him a passionate kiss, tongue included, just to spite Willa. She then stomped off to the car with a self-satisfied smile on her face.
"Bye baby. Try not to commit homicide before the Wagner's March. I love you." Oliver called playfully at Felicity's back, smirking when he saw the pointed glare she gave him.
He watched the car drive off until it turned the corner and almost jumped when he saw that Sara was still standing there.
She shook her head at him. "You're so fucking whipped." She said as she walked back into the house to prepare for the busy day ahead.
Oliver just shrugged.
"Ryan!" Oliver called to catch the groom's attention as the group strolled up to him. True to his word, three hours after Oliver and Sara walked back inside the house; Lyla took charge, wrangling them all up and making sure they were at the venue by 1:30.
Digg found it humorous to see his wife unleashed on the others.
Ryan's head turned at the sound of his name and smiled when he saw who was approaching. "You guys made it on time." He exclaimed with bemusement. He glanced down at his watch and raised his eyebrows. "Earlier actually. Felicity warned me that Oliver had a habit of being late. But I'm glad you proved her wrong." He grinned, pulling Oliver into a hug, slapping his back twice before moving to greet the others the same way.
"I'm not always late." Oliver grumbled under his breath. But the comment was caught by Digg who snorted.
"Thank god we aren't in a church. Lying is a sin, Oliver." Digg teased.
"You aren't funny."
"Maybe, but I'm always punctual." Digg shrugged. "So it's almost time, are you nervous?" He asked Ryan who bounced Bria on his hip, speaking softly and smiling at the little girl.
Ryan shook his head. "Nope. Marrying Charlotte is what I was meant to do. I was just waiting for her to catch up." He responded with confidence, his eyes bright with joy and excitement.
"God you're disgusting." Eric complained as he strolled up slowly to the group.
"You sound like Willa." Oliver commented.
Eric merely shrugged his shoulders. "She might not be all there, but sometimes she has a point." The relationship between Eric and Oliver was a bit tense. Though Eric and Felicity have clearly moved on, Oliver still found it hard to get past their thing. Eric on the other hand finds it all too much fun to remind and tease him about it.
When they first got together, Felicity had been honest about her past with Eric. She compared it to the one Oliver and Sara shared. While Eric and Felicity find each other attractive and were attracted to each other, they knew that it would never go beyond their arrangement.
When it began, it was a convenience and a comfort. Both were in a living in a different state for the first time, Felicity at M.I.T and Eric at Harvard, and needed something to remind them of home. To keep them grounded amid the new chaos of college. Then it was reassurance and distraction. They had broken it off and went their separate ways, but when everything went downhill with Cooper around the same time Eric lost both of his parents to a car accident, it was easy for them to fall back together. Allowing them to forget their demons and remember that they weren't as alone as they felt.
So with that knowledge, Oliver tries to get past it and on some days he does. But that doesn't stop Eric from poking at him with it. Thus leading to tense silences and angered glares.
"So how do you think it's going with the girls? Think anyone needed to be escorted to the hospital yet?" Because Sara isn't an idiot and Felicity practically tells her everything, Sara knows to keep from letting any conversation between Eric and Oliver go on for too long.
"OW, BITCH!" Willa howls indignantly. "You didn't have to hit me, you hoe."
"Well, you didn't have to be a raging bitch, Wil-la!" Felicity snaps back, her hands on her hips.
"Being a raging bitch is what I live for, Fe-lic-ity!" Willa argues.
Before they can really get into it, a sharp accented voice stops them. "If you all don't get ya blasted ass in check, I'm gonna pop both of ya." Dana Park was a few inches taller than her daughter and a shade lighter. Tall and slender, where as Charlotte was short and curvy. While they shared the same eyes and mouth, it was clear that Charlotte obviously took her looks from her father side.
But her personality was entirely her mother's.
Felicity smiled brightly. "Hi Auntie Dana." The woman had been a second mother to Felicity since she was five years old. Many of her childhood memories included running behind Charlotte in her house listening to soca or reggae music, while Dana cooked or fluttered about. On nights when Felicity would sleep over, Dana would allow the girls to stay up late. She would amuse them about stories of her childhood in Trinidad and her times playing mass at Carnival, promising to take them one day. Then she would turn the music up as loud as she dared, and teach them how to roll their hips and dance on beat.
Something she couldn't wait to show Oliver later.
"Don't "Hey Auntie Dana" me. We can hear you to causing bacchanal from down the road. Why is that? Are you five?" She placed her hands on her hips and raised a brow.
"It's not my fault Willa's a bitch." Felicity defended.
Willa scoffed. "And you aren't?"
"Enough. Felicity, Charlotte would like to see you. Make it quick we're ready to start." Dana pointed to the room where Charlotte was getting ready. Felicity nodded and started towards it. As she made her way, she heard Dana begin to chastise Willa. "And you, why'd you cause such trouble..."
Felicity knocked softly before waking into the room. She caught her breath at the sight before her. When tears started to form, she swore internally. She promised herself she wouldn't cry before her speech.
Charlotte stood in front of the mirror smoothing her hands slowly down her dress.
When the bride didn't acknowledge her entrance she walked up to her, flicked her left earring. She then pushed her arm under Charlotte's and wrapped them around her waist, placing her chin on Charlotte's shoulder. "Are you nervous?" She spoke silently. Charlotte's hands moved from her dress to the ring on her left finger as she twisted it in a circle. "If it's about the set up don't be, Willa threatened to hang everyone from the ceiling and beat them like a piñata, if they screw up. I'm sure they are all scared properly into submission."
Charlotte snorted lightly, never taking her eyes off the ring. "Motherhood has made her soft." Charlotte responded just as softly.
Felicity hummed. "So what is it then? Second thoughts?"
Charlotte's eyes flicked up to meet hers in the mirror and held her gaze for a minute before responding. "No." She said just as quietly. "This is right, Lis...This is right." Charlotte took a shaky breath, smoothing her hands down her dress and grabbing Felicity's hands. "I am getting married today and I've never felt so much at peace." Another breath. "I was afraid that this day would come and I would feel the urge to flee. That I would spend the entire morning questioning my decisions and thinking about everything else I could be doing but...I got nothing. The only thought in my head is that, I am marrying an amazing guy, an amazing man, and it feels so right."
At her friend's words, Felicity let a tear drop and pressed a kiss to Charlotte's cheek who merely laughed lightly. "So," She started as she smiled. "let's go get you married."
The party was now in full swing. The dj keeping the crowd happy with a mix of soca and reggae music, mixing it with old school hip-hop and some top 40. Felicity spent most of her time on the dance floor, doing her best to put to rest any white girl dancing stereotypes related to her, feeling grateful for all the lessons Dana gave her. Along with her were Charlotte, Willa, and Sara. Justin fluttered in and out of the circle of friends, preferring to steal a dance with everyone on the floor. Even Lyla and Digg made it to the floor, leaving Bria with her godfather, who was all too willing to take her.
After Lyla came to take Bria, mentioning something about feedings and aching boobs (Oliver ignored that entirely and quickly handed the baby over), Oliver moved to the bar allowing him the perfect angle to watch Felicity and give her all of his attention. And boy did she have it.
Oliver watched as Felicity withered and rolled, back to back with Charlotte along with whatever beat the dj threw at them. He tilted his head to the side as she dipped down low and came back up in a move that had him clutching his drink and wishing to drag her into an empty room so he could show her exactly what she was doing to him. Judging by the lascivious look she gave him before tuning to dance with Willa, she had a pretty strong idea.
After Felicity and Charlotte's tender moment in front of the mirror, the girls wiped their tears, touching up their make up and walked out of the room to greet the rest of the bridal party. The bridal party consisted of five girls, which included Felicity, Willa, Charlotte's cousin Janice, who looked more like Dana than Charlotte herself and Ryan's sister Anna, who shared her brother's brown eyes and thick brown hair, which curled in soft ringlets down her back. Vera, Charlotte's roommate from college rounded the girls off.
When Felicity and Charlotte exited from the room, Charlotte made eye contact with each of them before throwing her hands up and yelling, "LET'S DO THIS, BITCHES!" and was met with cheers from all including her mother.
The procession started immediately after, with Vera in the lead followed by Anna and Janice. Willa carried her son, Ahmed, who was given the honor of ring bearer and Felicity held the hand of Alice, Janice's three year daughter who acted as flower girl. Both kids eliciting grins and murmurs from the crowd, Ahmed with his gummy smile and Alice with her skipping and determined flower throwing.
Soon after everyone rose to stand as Charlotte was escorted down the aisle on her mother's arm. Similar smiles on their faces making them look more alike than ever before. Ryan wasn't ashamed to let a few tears drop at the sight of his bride.
Oliver wasn't ashamed of the fact that he kept his eyes on Felicity the entire time, imagining a day when it would be them.
The ceremony ended with Ryan and Charlotte being declared Mr. and Mrs. Clarke. As the bridal party made their way back down the aisle, Oliver managed to sneak a handkerchief to Felicity, something she was entirely grateful for.
After the bride and groom's entrance and first dance, Felicity was all too willing to join the couple on the dance floor, trying her best to persuade Oliver to join her. But Oliver knew where his strengths lie and it wasn't with dancing. He could manage a waltz but he never denied that he met every white guy dancing stereotype known to man. Watching Felicity now, he knew he made the right choice, but he didn't doubt that she was doing her best to make him regret it.
When it looked like the group might be coming off the dance floor soon, Oliver turned back to the bar and ordered another drink and a water for Felicity. He was soon joined by Tyler, Digg and Lyla. The former looking a little too eager for the drink being placed in front of him.
Oliver raised his eyebrows as Tyler quickly downed the shot and asked for another. "You, alright?" He asked.
Tyler nodded and grimaced at the burn at the of his throat. "Fine. I just got stuck in a conversation about god and the sanctity of marriage with Ryan's mother. That was the highlight of my evening."
Ryan's parents, Ruth and Michael were notorious conservatives. Michael, a priest at the local church and Ruth, a house wife coming from old money, had made their disapproval of the wedding clearly known. Charlotte's lack of faith and more modern views going against everything Ruth believed a wife should be. While Ryan loved his parents, he openly stood against everything they believed in, along with his younger sister Anna who enjoyed doing all that she could to antagonize her parents.
Digg snorted. "She does know that you are married to a man, right?"
Tyler rolled his eyes. "Doesn't stop the cantankerous old bat from trying to shove a bible up my ass. I truly don't understand where Ryan came from. If it wasn't for the fact that he is his father's spitting image, I would say that he's adopted."
Lyla scrunched her eyebrows. "I thought Felicity said that they were getting better with things like that?"
Tyler shrugged. "Minimally. The father was never that bad. He kept his opinions to himself and was civil. Ryan's mom would just try to scald my flesh from a distance. But when both Ryan and Anna threatened to never talk to her again, and Anna actually went through with it, she started to change her ways." Technically, Anna still wasn't talking to her mother. The girl went out of her way to ignore the woman, going so far as to purposely walking away when approached by Ruth.
Oliver just shook his head. He never understood old school views, while both his parents came from old money; they weren't as conservative as most. He himself never saw the need to judge a person on their sexual preferences. And if he took a closer look at his own history, all of the women he dated seriously were more than capable than handling their own and never truly needed him in their lives. God knows that his mother was a force to be reckoned with and Thea was following in her footsteps.
A few steps away, Felicity loops her arm through Ryan's and smiles at her three friends. "Do you remember when my cousin Cynthia got married?"
Charlotte snorted, her hand clasped in Ryan's other hand. "I remember you trying to become one with the gay pride parade."
Felicity rolled her eyes.
"I thought you looked lovely." Ryan commented as they made their way over to Oliver and the others. She can see the grimace he was fighting to keep off of his face. She had looked hideous but Ryan will always be too much of a good person to comment on it. It was a noble effort.
"It's okay Ryan. I'm a big girl. I can admit to looking like I just got out of a gang bang with a couple of unicorns." Felicity remarked as she dropped Ryan's arm and grabbed the tumbler out of Oliver's hands, finishing his drink, and skipping completely over the water Oliver gotten for her.
Ryan nodded sympathetically, the grimace never leaving his face. "You really did."
Diggle, Lyla and Sara laughed loudly. They often found amusement out of the things that came out of Felicity's mouth. Especially around her friends.
In the past year, Felicity had become looser with her language and mannerisms. Hearing things like this didn't faze Oliver any more than it fazed her to say things like that in front of him. That didn't mean that she had stopped rambling inappropriately, because she still did and she was still embarrassed. He just now has the pleasure of hearing her inappropriate thoughts at all times. Whether unintentional or intentional.
So when Felicity casually mentions a gang bang with unicorns, he merely raises an eyebrow and allows her to finish his drink. "Well, hello to you too."
He's bound to find out anyway.
"Hey." She smiles and smacks a quick kiss to his lips.
Oliver grins at her. He's been enjoying that as well.
"What are you guys talking about?" He asked.
Felicity looked at him with disdain on her face. "Our senior year, my older cousin Cynthia got married, and naturally because she lacked a sister, I was forced to be her maid of honor. It was an unfortunate event."
"Well that and because Cynthia is a ragging cuntosaurus rex and nobody else would be in her bridal party." Tyler added sardonically.
Willa chipped in with a grin on her face. "Cynthia has the fashion sense of a 90's fuckboy and nobody thought to curb her desires when planning the wedding, leaving Felicity to spend the entire day looking like she scrumptious bag of skittles." Willa smirks as she hikes the baby on her hip higher and reaches with her free hand to pinch Felicity's cheek, only to laugh when Felicity smacks her hand away.
"I've never forgiven her for it." Felicity crosses her arms and leans on Oliver, a scowl etched onto her face. Oliver wraps his arms around her and presses a kiss to her hair. "Or my mother for forcing me to be a part of the wedding. It's not like it's a secret that she and Aunt Tallulah hate each other. But no, we must mend old fences with the tortuous humiliation of a poor, 16 year old girl." Felicity said, bitterly. "Dark times. Real dark times."
"Oh, how sad." Sara pitched in sarcastically, with a pout on her face. Suddenly she brightened. "Soooo, who has the pictures?"
Felicity mocked smiled. "Oh ha-ha, get your kicks. Act like I don't have access to very incriminating information on all of you."
"Speaking of incriminating information, where the fuck is Eric?" Willa questioned loudly.
"How does that even relate?" Digg questioned quietly, only to be met with an equally confused shrug from Charlotte.
An annoyed voice responded back snappily. "Willa, I'm right behind you! And stop all that cursing in front of my godson."
Eric walks up to them, dropping his date's hand to reach for the smiling boy in Willa's arms and places him within his own.
Willa places her hands on her hips as Eric and his date continues to smile and coo at the boy. "Oh, OKAY. No need to get snappy with me. Nobody told you to be born translucent. It is not my fault you're invisible."
Eric and Serena had been dating tentatively for a few months now. This was her third time being around his friends in a group and they still unsettled her. A willowy thing with beautiful auburn hair and grey eyes, Serena was a bit shy, and the group had a tendency to come on a bit strong, Willa especially. They were trying to tone it down, though. They knew that Eric really did have strong feelings for Serena and didn't want to run her off. And Eric was grateful for it. He was hoping that Serena would be able to settle in with them soon the way Felicity's friends did. While he did like her a lot, he loved his friends more, and because of their busy lives, they found it hard to get together like before. While he didn't want Serena to impede on the time that they did get with each other, he also didn't want to leave her out either.
Eric merely rolled his eyes. "You're a pain in the neck, you know that right."
Willa shrugged. "I try."
"Oh my Beyoncé." The low exclamation interrupts the silence between the two friends.
A deep sigh follows. "Here we go."
"What kind of friend are you? How could you let me do this?"
"Charlotte."
"Felicity."
They were standing at the edge of the party, stopping to observe everyone in action after a quick trip to the bathroom, arms linked at the elbows. Both watched as Ryan held court, talking and laughing with the people who managed to gravitate to his joyful presence.
"Charlotte, you married Ryan because you love him."
"Yeah, but-"
"But what?"
"He likes people. He loves people. His literally spends his days making sure that they live longer and feel better-" Charlotte whines.
"That's technically better than the alternative." Felicity remarked, leaning over to the table next to her, picking a grape out of the centerpiece and popping it in her mouth.
But Charlotte continued as if Felicity said nothing. "-and now as his wife, I'm going to have to socialize with his co-workers and host company, because my husband is a fucking social butterfly who people love more than he loves them." Charlotte finishes as a she throw a hand up in the direction of Ryan. "How did I not take that into account when I was having my small meltdown earlier."
"Because you know it is irrelevant." Felicity rolls her eyes and looks over at the distressed bride. "You love him." She says with a smile.
"I do." Charlotte sighs deeply, her face smoothing out to a look of adoration.
At that moment, Ryan turns and catches Charlotte's eye. The smile he gives her is blinding, and contains a certain look of sweetness and love that only Ryan was able to pull off. Felicity grins at the sight, a giddy happiness bubbling up in her at the knowledge that her best friend, her sister really, was going to be at the end of that smile for the rest of her life. Charlotte maybe a handful, but Felicity never doubted that she deserved someone who loved her the way Ryan did. Whole-heartedly and devotedly. She just might start crying again.
"I really do." Charlotte's head turns towards her and Felicity can see the slight red tint under her creamy coffee skin. "Did you know that the other morning I literally woke up to make him breakfast? It wasn't a holiday or a birthday, just a normal day and I was so happy I got out of my bed and made him breakfast."
"Yea." Felicity nods.
Charlotte looks back at her, confused. "Did I tell you this already?"
Felicity shakes her head. "No, Ryan called me when you were cooking in a panic. He thought you were trying to kill him."
Charlotte shrugged her shoulders. "Fair enough. I did notice he was cowering behind the wall, I just thought that he deleted my recording of Game of Thrones, again." She looks back at her husband and guests. "So technically, he did almost die."
"Hi, munchkin! Aren't you delicious? Which is surprising considering who your mommy is." Felicity squealed as she ran over to squat in front of Willa, who was conversing with Sara. Charlotte had decided to return to her new husband. "Look at how big you are getting."
"Oh my fucking god, what is that noise?" Tyler remarked as he grimaced and Justin laughed. He turned to Felicity. "Is that you?"
Willa's face stayed disinterested and her tone flat. "Please stop that."
"No." Felicity looked up at her quickly and responded before smiling back at the chubby baby boy in Willa's arms. Ahmed had stayed with his grandparents for the last few days and was finally given back to his mother before the ceremony. At almost a year, Ahmed was a happy baby, who loved attention and offered gummy smiles and slobbery kisses for anyone who cooed over him. Felicity adored him.
Willa looked down at Felicity. "Do not baby talk around my child. Especially in that inhumane high-pitched noise you were making."
"Shut up." Felicity took Ahmed from Willa's arms and took a seat between Willa and Tyler, smothering the baby boy in kisses. "You, mister, are coming home with me and I am going to love you forever." The baby giggled, reaching for Felicity's earrings and tried to reciprocate the affection he was being given.
"Get your paws off my child." Willa snapped. There was no real heat behind her words. To be honest, whenever Ahmed giggled like that it made Willa want to smile, crush him to her chest, and giggle along with him. But she was currently trying to get her point across, and no one was going to stop her. Not even sunshine-y Felicity Smoak.
"No." Felicity continued to lavish Ahmed with smiles and kisses, making sure to include the same high-pitched baby voice that Willa loathed.
She made eye contact with the glowering mother and grinned brightly.
"God, that sound really is inhumane." Sara remarked, causing Felicity to glare over at her.
A few minutes later they were deep in discussion.
"Of course, you would lose it in your vagina." Felicity remarked dryly. Sara clutched her stomach as she continued to laugh.
"Why are you unfazed by this? Why is this not shocking to you?" Willa looked over at her with wide eyes. Her tone had long lost her nonchalance and bordered on hysteria. Ahmed was currently having too much playing with his Uncle Tyler to pay attention to what was happening above him.
Felicity nodded and adjusted her earring a bit. It was a little heavy and was starting to hurt like a bitch. Especially with Ahmed pulling on it. When Oliver comes over, she was going to make him massage her ears. He was weirdly good at that. "I always felt like our friendship would lead to this." Felicity continued calmly, as if discussing the weather.
Willa didn't quite agree. Her voice kept its disbelieving tone. "What? Me losing something in my vagina and then complaining to you about it?"
Felicity shrugged. "Somewhat, yeah." She quickly rushed to defend herself. "I'm not trying to say anything, but if I had to choose who would be most likely to lose something in their vagina, it would be you. But in your defense, I did think that you would call me first before you go to a doctor. So you proved me wrong there. Congrats." She smiled and patted Willa on the arm, before handing Ahmed to Tyler. Their game kept causing the baby to slide off of her lap and she decided it would be better for Tyler to handle him.
Tyler and Justin snorted in unison and then turned their attention to Ahmed, continuing to coo over the baby.
Willa opened and closed her mouth for a few minutes before she leaned back in her seat. She nodded her head to the side lightly and responded. "I actually did legitimately consider calling you, but then I remember you lived too far away to be useful."
"That hasn't stopped you before. You once got drunk and demanded that I come take you home. And when I tried to explain that I was out of the country, you argued with me for an hour. While you were being transported home." Felicity finished deadpanned.
Willa laughed. "Oh my younger years. Good times."
Felicity laughed with her and changed the subject. "So has your mom made requests for more grandkids yet?"
"She put in her request for a granddaughter the day we got home from the hospital."
"Really?"
"Dear god!" Sara exclaimed at the same time.
"No shame that woman. My poor child just received the shock of life and is currently being forced to deal with us and she's already planning to hit him with a sibling. You know she's even chosen adoption agencies for me go adopt from. I told her I was never giving birth again and she just ran with it. Lady had a binder full of agencies, domestic and international. She went on a three-hour speech about how amazing it was for her and dad to adopt me from India and if I was going to adopt I should make sure that the child was raised with full knowledge of his/her culture. And blah, blah, blah. She even got Gita in on it!"
Gita was Willa's birth mother. When Willa was born, Gita had asked to be kept updated on her life; something Willa's parents were all too willing to agree with. They often sent Gita photos and letters updating her on Willa's every accomplishment. Going so far as to take Willa back to India every summer to spend with Gita, even bringing along the three boys they had after adopting Willa.
"Well, you have to admire her persistence." Sara remarked.
"I love my mom, you know I do. But seriously!? I had given birth 24 hours before. Go enjoy the brand new baby I just spent 36 hours pushing out of my uterus."
She scrunched her nose and turned her head. "That sounds gruesome."
Charlotte joined Oliver in the middle of the hall. The poor man looked lost and she would bet her life that he was looking for Felicity. She was originally on her way to join her husband and whisper filthy things in his ear that would make him drag her away from the reception, but then she saw him get approached by his boss and quickly turned in another direction. Ryan's boss was a nice guy, but the man was as boring as a monotone college lecture. She would let Ryan suffer that one alone.
Oliver smiled at Charlotte as she walked up to him. He had moved outside to quickly check in on the rest of the team left at home, only to be told to enjoy the goddamn wedding and leave them alone.
Apparently the city could survive a week without him.
When he left, Felicity was on her way to the bathroom with Charlotte. He was glad to say that he genuinely enjoyed Felicity's best friend. Charlotte was wild and brazen with a sharp tongue, but she was fun. It hit him a bit hard when he realized a part of the reason he got along with her so well was because she reminded him Tommy.
Charlotte grinned mischievously. Just like Tommy would. "If you're looking for your owner, she's over there." Charlotte pointed behind him to where Felicity sat with Willa, Tyler and Justin, currently cooing at baby Ahmed.
Oliver rolled his eyes and crossed his arms. "My what?"
Charlotte shrugged innocently, with a tilt of her head, never losing her smile. "I mean you just looked so pitiful, just standing here searching. Like, a lost puppy." Charlotte pouted but her green eyes still held the mischievous glint he always found there.
Oliver nodded. "Ah."
Charlotte continued. "Just abandoned-"
"Mhmm."
"-on the side of the road-"
"Are you done?" Oliver asked.
"-nobody to love and hold it-"
"Seriously?"
"-just wandering aimlessly-"
"Okay."
"-going nowhere."
"I'm leaving." Oliver turned from her and started making his way to the table.
"Wait. I'll come with you." Charlotte called after him. When she caught up to his step, her smile returned to her face and she looked up at him. "Gotta make sure you don't see squirrel or a ball and get lost again."
All Oliver could do was sigh deeply.
"Pause." Charlotte stopped him suddenly with the back of her hand to his stomach, and called out to Felicity's mom. "Aunt Donna!"
Donna Smoak turned around and smiled widely when she saw who was calling her. "Guys, there you are!" She ran over to them and hugged Charlotte tightly. "Oh Lottie, you look beautiful," Then turned to give Oliver the same treatment. "And Oliver handsome as ever. Lottie, I can't tell you how happy your mother and I are that this day finally came-"
"You don't need to, you already did. Five times. Each."
"We're just so happy." Donna insisted.
"And I'm glad but that's not what I called you for."
"Well, what did you need, honey? And make it quick. I was just about to grab that baby I've had my eye on for a while. So scrumptious." Donna grinned.
"Which one?" Oliver asked.
Donna's eyes widened. "There's more than one?"
Oliver nodded. "Yeah. Digg came with his wife and their dau-"
"That's not important right now." Charlotte interrupted with a wave of her hand. "What's important is your cleavage Aunt Donna."
Donna looked down in confusion. "My cleavage?"
"Yes, your cleavage."
"Is it too much?"
"Uh, yes! We talked about this. You are not allowed to have more cleavage than me on my wedding day!" Charlotte pouts and stomps her foot lightly.
"Is it trashy?"
"No, oh my god, they're amazing. Are you wearing a push up?"
"Well-"
"Please don't answer that." Oliver asked pained.
They both look towards Oliver. Charlotte smirked before continuing. "Right. Back to what I was saying. Your chesticles are amazing, but they should not look better than mine. I am the bad bitch of the night."
"Should I cover up, completely?"
"Oh no, honey, let's not go to extremes. Rock out with your tits out. Just don't upstage me."
"Oh! Okay."
"Listen, if I don't have a nip slip, you better not have a nip slip."
"And if you do?"
"…then by all means, follow the leader. But until then…"
"So, I'll just adjust…" Donna muttered as she moved to adjust her dress.
"Dear God, help me." Oliver muttered as he looked up. "Is it over yet? Are you done?"
Charlotte and Donna continued to ignore him. "That's perfect. Not too virgin…" Charlotte nodded.
"Oh no, that's boring. That can never be me." Donna waved with a laugh
"Exactly. And not too whore. Because I am the whore of the night-"
"Oh." Donna nodded.
"-and the virgin-" Charlotte continued.
"Really?" Donna raised her eyebrows.
"-It's a balancing act. Bottom line is I'm the baddest bitch of the evening."
"Of course." Donna said placating.
"Me. The bride." Charlotte continued to emphasize.
"I understand."
"I glad we had this discussion Aunt Donna. Don't let me find you trying to upstage me again."
"Oh, sweetie, don't make call your mother. She isn't afraid to pop you at your own wedding." Donna warned.
"Now, why did you have to go there?" Charlotte whined, slapping her thighs.
Donna smiled, giving Oliver and Charlotte one last hug. "Mhmm. Love you, dear. Oliver, go find my girl. You look a little lost."
Oliver nodded. "Mm. Okay"
"Now to find those babies." Donna grinned before running off.
Charlotte and Oliver stood in silence for a minute.
"…Not a singl-" Oliver started, holding up a finger to stop whatever Charlotte was about to say.
"I wasn't going to say anything." Charlotte grinned.
Oliver snorted. "Liar."
"Okay, maybe I had a little tidbit, but I won't say it now, to your face. I'll just laugh about it with Lisard and she'll probably tell you. It might be better coming from her." She looped her arm with his as they started their way again to the table.
Oliver sighed deeply and rolled his eyes. "You do realize that there is something possibly fundamentally wrong with all of you."
"Oh yeah. A long time ago."
At the sound of a fork tapping against a glass the announcement of speeches, the noise level in the room lessened into a few murmurs. Felicity stood and smiled at the crowd before turning to look at the bride and the groom.
"Eric should glad he went first because this is going to be a tear-jerker, because I definitely will cry and then Charlotte will cry, which will set off our moms and then its a big mess because half the room is crying too." Felicity rambled. The entire room laughed. Oliver chuckled as he ran a hand up and down her back in silent support. "So everyone just be prepared.
Felicity took a deep breath. "How do I start?" She laughed. "Ryan, you know that I love you," she quickly turned to Oliver and patted his arm. "And you," she reassured. "I love you a lot. Remember that. It's important." Oliver laughed again and nodded his head as he squeezed the hand on his arm. Felicity turned back. "Ryan, you are one of my best friends. I've known you since middle school and you remain the sweetest, honest, and most loving person I've ever had the pleasure of knowing. I'm glad to have you in my life and I am so glad that this day has finally come. So please excuse me if I make the rest of this speech about Charlotte." Felicity pointed to the bride who smiled at her.
"Lottie, I won't call you my best friend because you are so much more than that to me. I can think of a thousand adjectives to describe what you mean to me and it feels like they will never be enough. Having you in my life has shaped me in so many ways and while we clearly love other people, I can say without a doubt that you are one whole half of me. And today has given me so much joy, that I find myself speechless." Felicity gave a watery laugh. "Which is rare for me, as we all know. But to stand here and watch you get married to Ryan, a man I know to be worthy of you. A man who will love you and make you happy the way I always hoped you'd be, makes today one of the happiest days of my life." Felicity said earnestly, hands on her chest and tears rolling softly down her cheek.
"Fuck." Charlotte swore as she wiped her own tears. The room laughed again and Ryan turned to his bride and pressed a kiss to her cheek.
Felicity giggled. "I warned you." She took another deep breath and picked up a glass. "So, please, everyone raise a glass with me and help me congratulate two of the greatest people I know. I wish you many happy years together and all the luck in the world to you Ryan." Felicity tilted her glass slightly towards them. "I love her to death but goddamn, she's a piece of work. To the bride and groom!"
The crowd raised their glasses and repeated the sentiment. Felicity finished her drink and placed down her glass in enough time to catch Charlotte who practically lunged at her. The two friends rocked slowly in their embrace. "I love you so much, Lisard."
"I love you too, Lottie."
"Listen, I'm about to toss the bouquet and you need to catch it."
"Why?"
"Well more importantly, you need to make sure Janice doesn't get it. Do whatever you need to do, kick, scratch, bite, slap." Charlotte grabbed Felicity's shoulders, stressing her point. "Whatever you need to do."
"What did she do now?"
"She has her nasty ass attitude and is pretending that my Veronica Lake waves aren't looking luxurious as if Jesus, himself came down and did them. Normally, I would handle this myself, by reading her receipts, but I'm trying to get right with god."
Felicity raised her eyebrows. "You're agnostic."
Charlotte blinked twice at Felicity before responding. "Well, yeah. But that's beside the point. The point is Janice's delusions and lies are getting out of control and I need her in check. Now, I firmly believe that the way a person lives their life is their choice and whatever consequences that may or may not come are between them and their higher power. Janice happens to be a Christian. So when Janice arrives wherever she arrives when she goes, she can take it up with God. But until then she needs to realize that I am the bad bitch of the evening. So if you fail and she gets the bouquet, drop kick the bitch."
"I thought you didn't want anyone to upstage you?"
"I am giving you consent to cause a scene. Create a fucking Broadway production if need be. I don't give a damn."
Felicity hesitated. "I don't know. Auntie Dana will kill me."
"Please, if there is anyone more tired of Janice's shit than me, its mom. She'll probably get someone to record it and give the play by play, while showing it in slow motion." Felicity gave Charlotte a disapproving look. "Please?" she begged with a pout. "Tyler and Willa will help you." Charlotte said with a smile on her face.
"Janice just might die."
"Oh, really? Will she? Shame. She'll miss the electric slide. It's always her favorite part."
Twenty minutes later, Felicity was breathing heavily and grinned smugly to a pissed off Janice. She walked over to where Oliver and Digg was standing with a shocked look on their faces. Digg holding a phone he was no longer paying attention to. "That was fun."
"Did you have to bite her?"
Across the room, Sara and Lyla stood in silent shock as Willa ripped apart a waiter. Both decided to opt of the the bouquet toss and managed to catch only a little of the commotion in favor of the life-changing verbal slaughter happening in front of them.
"This is the third time, I've caught you leering at a guest's ass instead of doing your fucking job. If I catch you one more time, I will rip the bones out of your legs and gut you with them. Gleefully." Willa snarled.
When the person was sufficiently scarred for life, she smiled and turned to Sara and Lyla taking her baby from the assassian's arms and walked away with a content smile on her face.
Sara shook his head. "Should she really be raising a child?"
Lyla shrugged. "I got to give her points for creativity. I should probably recruit her for A.R.G.U.S." Lyla shifted Bria onto her other side. "I've met and interrogated terrorists less frightening than her. She'll give Waller a run for her money."
"I can just imagine that smackdown." Sara shuddered. "As much as I would like to see Waller get her ass handed to her, the last thing we need is for Willa to have unlimited access to top secret government resources. She'll probably be running the country before her first year is up and her enemies will have to go deep underground just to escape her." Sara smirked.
"Don't be ridiculous, Sara." Lyla admonished. "They'll never make it that far. She's clever, she'll be expecting that."
"You know, hearing your speak about how happy you are about today makes me really wonder how you're going to feel on our wedding day."
"Oliver, if you casually mentioning a possible wedding day for us in the foreseeable future at my best friends' own wedding is your way of proposing to me, I'm going to have to say no."
"This isn't me proposing-"
"Good."
"Good?"
"Yes, I've been through too much with you even before we got together to be asked to spend the rest of my life with you in such a way. When you propose, you will do it properly." Felicity said firmly.
"And what do you deem the proper way?"
"I'm not telling you, figure it out yourself."
Oliver sighed deeply. "As I was saying, your speech made me wonder what your vows would sound like. I mean, you already gave half of yourself to Charlotte."
"Jealous, Queen?"
"Of your relationship with Charlotte? Never. She had a large effect on the woman you are today, and I've told you how much I love that woman."
"So in an inadvertent way you love Charlotte, too." Felicity said slowly. Suddenly, a bright grin took over her face. "I'm telling her."
"Seriously?" Oliver deadpanned.
"You loooooove her." Felicity teased in a singsong voice.
"I love you."
Felicity hummed and smiled into a lazy kiss with Oliver, only to pull back with a gasp as she heard the beginnings of one of her favorite songs. "Oh my god. I haven't heard this song in forever, you have to dance with me."
"No." Oliver said with finality.
Felicity pouted as she wrapped her arms around his waist. "Pleeeeaaassee?" She rested her chin on his chest and fluttered her lashes at him. "For me, it's the song of my childhood. I can't tell you how many backyard parties or hours I spent in Charlotte's house listening to this song. You have to dance with me." She finished with a pout as she bounced slightly on her heels.
Oliver grinned down at her. He leaned down, coming close enough that their lips brushed before whispering no and kissing her.
Felicity pulled back sharply. She released Oliver and turned to the dance floor, her arms crossed. "Fine. I'll dance with Elijah then. He's a wonderful dancer," Oliver grabbed her hips as she moved to take a step towards Charlotte's handsome cousin. "And we all know men who can dance are better in bed."
Oliver growled into her neck, placing light kisses and nips. Felicity began to rock side to side to the beat of Everyone Falls in Love Sometime. Oliver acquiesced and moved along with her. She couldn't help but to sing along lightly under her breath.
"I don't think the ability to dance determines a person's skill in bed. I can't dance and I have yet to hear you complain." Oliver told her smugly.
Felicity bit her lip to try to hide her smile. "I don't know, most of sex relies on hip action and obviously Elijah knows how to use his."
"How about we stop talking about Elijah and go some place where I can better make a convincing argument?" He said as he turned her to face him.
Felicity tilted her head to the side and scrunched her nose. "Hmm, is that really the line you're going with? Your looks really did go a long way back in you playboy days, didn't they? Because, Google knows for all your posturing and growling, you're actually the cheesiest person on this side of the hemisphere."
Oliver rolled his eyes at her teasing and gently nipped at her lips. "Shut up and let's go."
"Oooh, I love it when you get all authoritative." Felicity giggled as he guided her out of the doors, pulling her behind him.
The two of them grinned eagerly as they made their way through the doors. Both missing the knowing look Sara and Digg gave each other.
Oliver whispered into Felicity's ear, making her blush in a way that she hasn't since high school. She opened her mouth to respond to one of Oliver's more graphic promises, when she was startled by an amused voice.
"Leaving so soon?" Felicity jumped harshly in Oliver's arms and turned to see Dana looking at them with a knowing look in her eyes. "That's a shame. We haven't even said goodbye to the bride and groom, yet."
"WE WEREN'T DOING ANYTHING. I'M STILL A DAISY FRESH GIRL." Felicity yelled instinctively.
"What?" Oliver questioned quietly as he tried to block Felicity's hands from slapping his own. "Felicity, stop hitting me." Giving up the fight he threw up his hands and took a slight step back.
"Shut up." Felicity mumbled under her breath. Oliver pinched his lips together as Felicity chuckled nervously and stammered over a response to Dana. "I mean, we weren't leaving. We were just going for some fresh air. It's a bit stuffy in there, isn't it?"
Dana furrowed her eyebrows. "You think so?" She hummed and pursed her lips. "Great, now I have to tell that wicked little bitch, Ruth that the air conditioning she paid for isn't satisfactory. Maybe I'll have Willa do it. She's seems like she's spoiling for a fight."
"That won't be neces-"
"There's really no need-" Oliver and Felicity's words stumbled over each other and Dana smirked at their sad attempt to diffuse the situation and retreat quickly. The last thing they wanted was for Ruth and Willa to go at it. They've made it this far without an incident, barring the bouquet toss, and they wanted to keep it that way.
"Willa is definitely a low-key serial killer-"
"We don't want anyone to go out of their way."
"Bitch is crazy." Felicity finished and Oliver scratched the back of his head nervously. "Honestly Auntie Dana, it's nothing a little fresh air won't fix." Felicity smiled and prayed that this little meeting would stay between the three.
Dana nodded. "I see. Well hurry back. We still didn't get to the electric slide and you know that's a staple in all of our family gatherings." She patted Oliver's arm as she walked pass them. She was so totally going to tell Donna about this.
Confused Felicity called out to her pseudo-mother. "Auntie Dana, what were you doing out here?"
Dana turned. "Hooking up with Dr. Jefferson in a closet." She sighed dreamily. "54 years old and that man has yet to lose his touch." She smiled at the pair and continued on her way.
Felicity clutched her chest with one hand and grabbed Oliver with the other. "Oh Google, save me. I need a drink. I need several alcoholic beverages."
With a grimace on his face, Oliver nodded. "Yea. Me too." Taking Felicity's arm, he begin to lead her back into the room, straight to the bar. "Let's go.
"Hey, are you enjoying yourself?" Felicity asked Digg, Lyla, and Sara. 6 shots later and several thanks to any higher power that none of them were driving, she and Oliver were finally making their way back to their table after their encounter with Dana. While the tension was still thick between them, it lessened drastically as they made their way through the reception.
Sara nodded. "Yeah. So I just met Willa's parents-" Sara started as she pointed her thumb behind her.
"Aren't they so nice." Felicity replied.
"They are so nice." Sara said at the same time. "I came back from the bathroom and they came over to introduce themselves and in the span of five minutes I was promised a pie."
"You too?" Lyla asked. "Elise is giving us a raspberry pie. Promised to bring me to tears"
"Really? I'm getting blueberry." Sara said. "Save me a slice? We can trade."
"We got you." Digg added with a wink.
Sara then lowered her voice and leaned in a little to the couple. "And I think I just scored a good deal on some weed brownies. I'm not quite sure. It was all very confusing."
Felicity nodded. "Oh yea. Elise and Jordan are total hippies. They are the nicest people you'll ever meet and I'm pretty sure they've both been to Woodstock. Which should add a point to nature in the nature vs. nurture argument when you meet Willa, but then Willa's birth mom is also so sweet. I don't know where Willa came from.. As for the weed brownies, I say go for it. Jordan's brownies are amazing. I might have not been able to enjoy the high but anaphylactic shock cannot diminish the heaven that is a Jordan Eklestone brownie, trust me."
Oliver furrowed his eyebrows. "Anaphylactic sho - they're the ones that gave you the weed brownie in college?" He asked, bewildered.
"Yep." Felicity replied, not finding anything wrong with the situation. "They have a great supply."
"Felicity," Digg started slowly. "You do realize that we put away drug dealers and other criminals for a living, right?"
Felicity scoffed and waved a hand. "Oh it's all medicinal. And they aren't selling to the neighborhood kids or the junkies on the street." She shrugged. "They just smoke a little here and there; for recreational use."
Lyla stared at her with her eyes wide and a hand over her mouth. "Oh my god."
Oliver was silent for a second. "I want to make a comment about the mentality of everyone you were raised with, but then I remember my parents took part in a plot to destroy half a city, so I'm going to let this go."
Felicity smirked at him. "I'm glad you're learning, dear."
When they heard a throat clearing over the microphone, their heads turned towards the DJ booth, where Charlotte smiled at her audience. "I would like to dedicate this next song to someone so dear to my heart. I'm not going to tell you who, you'll understand once you hear the song. If you don't, that's too fucking bad. It's my favorite story - "
Charlotte was cut off by her mother. "LANGUAGE, CHARLOTTE ANTONIA!" Dana yelled from where she was sitting next to Donna, probably gossiping about Felicity and Oliver. Felicity internally shuddered at the sight of them, huddled together.
"Mom, it's my wedding!" Charlotte snapped back. At the sight of Dana's raised eyebrow, she retracted quickly. She lowered her head and whispered into the microphone. "Sorry mommy, I love you. Anyway, I hope you all enjoy this song as much as I do." Charlotte nodded to the DJ and walked off to join her groom.
Digg looked to Felicity confused. "What song?"
Felicity moved to shrug only to drop her shoulders in despair as the song started. Oliver's eyes widened and a wide grin took over his features. They both turned to Charlotte who made eye contact with Felicity and toasted to her with a smug smile on her face.
Felicity groaned as Ginuwine's Pony thumped throughout the room. "She used the fucking pony analogy, didn't she?"
Oliver merely nodded. "Yep."
"And she told you why."
"Mhmm."
"And you're just encouraging her, aren't you?"
"Oh yeah."
"I can't believe you allowed this to happen." Felicity groaned again, throwing her head back.
Lyla looked around at the group. "I don't understand. What happened?"
Oliver grinned at her. "Well, according to Char-"
Felicity's head snapped back up. "Not another word, Oliver Jonas."
Author's Note:
This is the last chapter for this story. I do want to write about Oliver finally getting his head out of his ass and knowing me that will include smut. But I don't know how to write that so it will take a while. Unless someone will be kind enough to led a few fingers and help a girl out.
I also wanted to know if you guys would like a deeper look into Felicity's friends backgrounds. I have them planned out and I did start writing a little bit about it. I would do it as it's own separate one shot or a multi-chapter but I haven't decided yet. Let me know if you guys would be interested in that or in helping me out with the smut I so want to put in my next story.
Thank you again for reading and reviewing.