Step One: Admit You Have a Problem
Felicity Merlyn has a problem. A six foot, one inch problem with chiseled abs and sandy blonde hair. His name is Oliver Queen and he’s her older brother Tommy’s best friend.
It’s a total cliché, she’s well aware and honestly she even judges herself sometimes for it. Oliver isn’t exactly a good guy. He parties, a lot. He gets in trouble with the law and drops schools like they’re yesterday’s newspaper. He also has quite a reputation with women. Well, at least he used to. Lately Oliver’s been pretty clean.
The point is he’s the exact opposite of Felicity’s type.
Only she’s insanely attracted to him. So much so that she kissed Oliver last night. Well, kissed is sort of an understatement. Heavily made out with him in the sand is a more adequate description.
It was a stupid move, so incredibly stupid. So why is she still thinking about it?
It’s the twentieth annual Queen-Merlyn family beach vacation and the kids – that being Oliver, his younger sister Thea, Tommy, and herself – had come up a few days earlier than the adults. Obviously this meant that Tommy and Oliver were going to throw a huge rager at their multi-million dollar beach mansion – not house, mansion – the second night they were there. And that they did.
The party was in full swing. People were throwing each other in the pool, the bass from the music was vibrating the stone patio if that were even possible, and tons of sweaty bodies writhed against each other under the influence of alcohol and probably more than one illegal substance. Most of the partygoers were people Tommy and Oliver had invited and around the same age as them, twenty-two, save for Felicity and Thea at their respective ages of eighteen and seventeen. No one seemed to care though as a red Solo cup was shoved into each of their hands.
Things went on as expected for about the first hour and a half of the party. Thea and Felicity sipped their drinks and danced to the beat of the music together, goofing off and enjoying not having a care in the world for the time being. And seeing as their worlds were pretty complicated, it was a much-needed reprieve. Then a boy in a red hoodie who looked like he was sculpted by the Abercrombie gods started flirting with Thea and that was the end of that.
Felicity didn’t mind, honestly. She was starting to get overwhelmed by the atmosphere anyway, could feel the alcohol buzzing in her system and new she would need to take a break soon or risk facing the wrath of Big Brother. So when Thea had asked Felicity if she minded her accepting Abercrombie’s invitation to dance, Felicity had wholeheartedly urged her on, which is how she ended up walking down the beach and stumbling upon one very attractive, surprisingly alone Oliver Queen.
“Hey, I heard there’s a huge party going on back that way. Lots of booze, lots of girls. Sounds like your kind of scene.”
At the sound of her voice, Oliver shifts his gaze from the foaming edges of the sea to the blonde walking towards where he’s seated in the sand. A genuine smile spreads across his face as he beckons for Felicity to join him.