I’m pretty positive you knew this couldn’t be done in three sentences.
“Mom? Why is there some guy in a really fancy car standing outside of our house telling me he’s ready to leave whenever I am,” Felicity asked, glancing over at the guy again, smiling slightly before she turned away. “Mom, what did you do?”
Felicity cringed at the sound of her mother’s laughter hit her ears. “I got married last night.”
“No you didn’t. Mom. Tell me you didn’t?”
“Would I lie to you?”
“Do you want me to seriously answer that?”
“Felicity. We’re getting ready to board the plane. That man standing outside of the car is John Diggle, he works for Mr. Merlyn.”
“Merlyn? Like the company. Who in the hell did you marry?”
“I don’t have time for this. We’re getting ready to board.”
“Board? Board what?”
“The plane. God, Felicity, how did you get into MIT?”
“You’re leaving? This John Diggle person is telling me I’m supposed to pack and you are leaving?”
“You’ll be staying at Malcom’s house until we get back.”
“Why can’t I stay here?”
“Because we don’t live there anymore.”
“I don’t want to go live somewhere else by myself mother.”
“You won’t be by yourself. Malcom has a son about your age, Tommy, he’ll be there too.”
“Another reason not to go. Mom, please don’t make do this.”
“You’ll be fine Felicity. I’ll see you in ten weeks.”
“Ten weeks?! Mom, I leave for MIT in nine. Are you seriously doing this to me? Mom?” Felicity glanced down at the phone, groaning at the screen that showed her mother had hung up. She turned around, pulling her lip through her teeth as she looked at the man standing by the car again. “Um, sorry about that Mr. Diggle. Just give me like twenty minutes and I’ll be ready to go, okay?”
He nodded. “Take your time ma’am.”
“You can call me Digg.”
Felicity smiled at him briefly before walking into the house. She leaned back against the door, closing her eyes. Her mother had clearly lost her mind. That was the only possible explanation for any of this. How was she supposed to go live with some guy she had never met in some house that isn’t hers and not see her mom for any of it? Who was even supposed to introduce her to Tommy? If he even cared. Tommy Merlyn, the name sounded familiar.
Felicity pushed herself off of the wall before making her way into her room. She headed straight for her computer, typing in Tommy’s name. She grimaced as the headlines popped up on the search. That’s where she knew him from. Tommy Merlyn, best friend of Oliver Queen, all around trouble maker. Her mother was even crazier than she had thought. There was no way she was going to live with one of the most spoiled brats alive.
She grabbed her cell phone, calling her mom again. She sighed when it went straight to voicemail.
“You cannot do this Mom. You just… you can’t. You need to get off of that plane and tell me this is all some sort of joke. I am not going to move into some millionaire’s house and live there before I leave. You are completely insane—“
Felicity groaned as the automated voice cut her off, ending the message. Tossing her phone on the bed, she grabbed the two bags she had already started packing for MIT, quickly shoving the rest of her can’t-live-withouts in. She grabbed the bags and made her way back outside.
“That everything,” Digg asked, glancing down at the two bags.
“Everything I need for nine weeks.” She handed the bags over to him, watching as he placed them in the back of the car. “What’s going to happen with the rest of the stuff in the house?”
“Movers will be here tomorrow. Everything will go to a storage facility.”
Felicity nodded. “Sorry for making you wait out here. You totally could have come inside.”
“Don’t worry about it. You ready to go,” he asked, opening the door for her.
Felicity glanced back at the house, shaking her head slightly as she slid into the back seat. “Guess so,” she muttered as he closed the door.
The drive to the house was silent as Felicity watched the neighborhoods that she had grown up in fade away into new, upscale neighborhoods she had avoided. The house that she was now looking at was a neighborhood in itself. “You’ve got to be kidding me.”
“Not a fan?”
Felicity looked at Digg, tilting her head. “Do I look like the kind of girl that lives in a mansion?”
He laughed, looking at her in the rearview mirror. “Only one way to find out. We’ve been here for fifteen minutes. You’re going to have to leave the car eventually.”
“It’s pretty comfy back here, actually. And I’ve always wanted to live in a car.”
Felicity rolled her eyes, opening the door. “Just had to go and ruin a good thing didn’t you Digg.”
She stood beside the car, staring at the place she was supposed to call home. Her mother had never been known for making great decisions. This wasn’t even her first unannounced marriage, but none of the other ones involved living in a house this large or what she imagined would be a press field day when word got out. Felicity wasn’t even sure how in the hell her mother would even meet Malcolm Merlyn, let alone how she managed to marry the guy.
"You ready?" John’s voice pulled her out of her thoughts. She glanced over at him, he had her bags in his hands.
"If I say no, will you drive me back home?"
"You are home now."
"Lead the way then."
Felicity followed John through the house, up the stairs, and around corners. He finally stopped in front of one of the rooms opening the door and placing the bags beside the bed. She glanced over at him from the doorway, hoping she was doing a better job at hiding how uncomfortable she felt than she thought she was.
“Do you have a map? ‘Cause I’m not sure I could manage to find my way out of here.”
“Three rights, four lefts gets you to the stairs. The bathroom is the first door after the second right. Kitchen is the big room with the shiny tables and fancy electronics. You shouldn’t be able to miss it if you wander downstairs for a while.”
“And the liquor cabinet?”
“Two rooms to your left. But you didn’t hear that from me.” He smiled at her, holding out a card. “If you need a ride somewhere, call me.”
“Thanks,” Felicity responded, grabbing the card from his hand. She watched as he retreated from the room, closing the door behind him. Sighing, she picked the bags up from the floor, setting them on the bed. She looked around the room taking in the dark wood of the furniture, and wide spaces. She was pretty sure this room alone was probably at least half the size the house she grew up. Unzipping the first bag, she pulled out the picture frames that she had scattered on top, placing them on top of the dresser in the corner of the room. She ran her hand along the frames before she opened the top drawer, throwing in the clothing items that belonged there. She grabbed the second bag off the bed, opening it up to toss her laptop and tablet onto the bed.
She made her way across the room, opening the door to what she assumed was the closet. Rolling her eyes at the size, she tossed the first bag in a corner, before hanging up the rest of what was in bag two. She made her way back to the bed, climbing up and settling into the massive pillows that lined the headboard. She grabbed her tablet, pulling up the app that she had been working on before John Diggle had shown up on her doorstep to change her world. She moved her fingers across the screen out of habit, testing the solutions to the bugs that she had found earlier in the week.
She glanced at the time in the upper corner of her tablet as her phone flashed signaling a new text message. It had taken her mother five hours to respond to her. She opened the message, taking in her mother’s smiling face, bright blue seas and golden sand behind her. The message underneath the picture told her to try and enjoy it. She typed back quickly that she would have enjoyed staying home for nine weeks more. She sat the phone down on the nightstand, turning it over when the light flashed again. She rolled over, squirming under the blankets, she would figure a way out of this tomorrow.
She woke up to the sound of someone opening her door. She opened her eyes, reaching around trying to find her glasses. She squinted trying to get her vision to clear enough to make out the person standing beside her bed.
“So, you must be my new sister.”
“Step sister,” she corrected automatically, her hands running across the mattress. “Do you see my glasses? I’m completely blind, and it’s sort of awkward having this conversation when I can’t really make out your face. Not that this conversation wouldn’t be awkward if I could see your face.” She smiled in his direction, she hoped, as she felt him place her glasses in her hand. She slid them up her nose looking over at him. He looked much, much better in person than he did on the pictures that she had looked at yesterday. He was standing right beside the edge of her bed, his hands shoved in his pockets, his blue eyes glued on her. His very, very attractive eyes. She pushed the thought out of her head, she so did not need to add crushing on her newly announced step brother to the list of problems with her life. “I’m Felicity. Apparently our parents got married yesterday. Or, at least, I’m assuming it was yesterday? I don’t really know what’s going on. I was home, and then John was knocking on my door telling me he was there to take me here, and then my mom was just all ‘I got married, yay, go have fun in some random house until you leave for college, and I’m talking a lot aren’t I? Sorry, I do that when I get nervous, and this is a bit of a nerve wracking situation, but I’m going to go ahead and shut up now.”
Felicity bit down on the bottom of her lip in attempt to keep it shut as Tommy continued to stare at her. The smile that took over his face made her stomach tighten. He was seven different kinds of beautiful.
“I’m Tommy. I had no idea. But to be fair, my dad doesn’t really tell me much of his plans.”
“Is there food in this place? I sort of didn’t want to get lost yesterday, Digg tried to explain where things were, but I ended up in some sort of library when I tried to find the bathroom and I didn’t want to risk trying to find the stairs. I’m hungry. That’s what I’m trying to say.”
Tommy laughed. “Follow me. I think I can show you the way.”