This is my second attempt at writing Olicity, I've become seriously obsessed with these two and wanted to try a multi-chapter story. It's completely AU, hope that doesn't disappoint. It's always scary trying out a new fandom, so feel free to let me know what you guys think. It's not overly long, but I hope you like it!

Chapter 1

"Wake up, birthday girl! Come on, you can't sleep the whole day away."

Felicity Smoak groaned at the annoying invasion, burying her head under the pillow. "Go away, wake me up when I'm eighteen again."

"May I remind you about how awkward your teen years were? Why would you ever want to relive that?" Her best friend and roommate, Caitlin Snow, wondered. "Time to get going, you're only twenty-one. It's not like your life is over."

"It might as well be. Why are you guys throwing me a birthday party, anyway? I said I didn't want a fuss this year."

"Don't blame me, it was all Oliver's doing. You know how much he just loves a good party, there was no talking him out of it," Caitlin remarked.

Felicity knew that all too well. Oliver Queen was the heir to a multi-billion dollar company. As soon as his father was no longer capable of being in charge, the whole company was being left to his only son. Oliver was a few months older than her, they went to school together ever since elementary school, only because his mother wanted him to grow up as normal as possible. And it worked, if being a party going, playboy was the normal she had in mind. For as long as she could remember, he had a different girl on his arm. She'd never known him to be single for very long, except for the last year. He had surprisingly only been with three different women that she knew of, but Felicity figured he was just finally starting to grow up. Despite all of that, he was still her best friend. They grew up together, no one could ever understand why he hung out with her. He was the popular guy while she was the shy geek, who only focused on her studies. The complete opposite of him, but Oliver never cared. He always went out of his way to make her feel special. It was no secret that she had a huge crush on him, but could never tell him that. Felicity was aware that she wasn't Oliver's type, he only ever saw her as a friend and she'd rather have that than nothing at all. If she told him of her feelings, it would definitely freak him out and make things awkward between them. It wasn't a risk she was willing to take.

"That boy has so got it bad."

Felicity broke out of her reverie at her friend's voice. "Oh, yes, he wants me desperately. This is Oliver Queen we're talking about here. He dated both Laurel and Sara Lance, at the same time, I'm nothing like them. Oliver has a type and I'm just not it, but I've more than accepted that. What I had was a lame high school crush, I'm over it now."

Caitlin wasn't convinced. "Sure, whatever you say. Me and Ronnie might be at the party a little late, but I heard that Barry Allen will be there. If you're finally over your love for Oliver, maybe you should give him a chance. You know he has a thing for you."

"And I told you that Barry is just a friend, I don't think about him like that," she responded.

"Okay, but you could at least consider asking him to help you with that little problem you told me about. You're twenty-one now, Felicity, I don't know how you've waited this long."

"Can we never speak of that again? I'm embarrassed enough as it is. If you said Barry has feelings for me, there's no way I could ever get him involved. He would think it meant more than it was. I just want to get it over with. I want it to be with someone who won't think I'm after some huge commitment, no strings attached."

Caitlin tapped her chin in thought. "Hmm, no serious commitment, who could that possibly be?"

Felicity rolled her eyes. "If you're talking about Oliver, get that thought right out of your head. I could never ask him in a million years, our friendship is too important."

"Yeah, but you can guarantee he won't say no."

Felicity gave that some consideration, wondering if she was insane for even thinking about it. The truth was that she always imagined her first time being with Oliver, but figured he would never go for it. Now that they weren't kids anymore, it didn't seem like such a bad idea.

"No, set that over there, everything has to be perfect for tonight."

John Diggle did as he was told, knowing how his friend got if everything wasn't done a certain way. "Are you sure this isn't too much? You know Felicity doesn't care about extravagant things."

Oliver nodded. "I know, but she's twenty-one now, it should be special."

"Like yours? I doubt anything could top that."

He laughed. "Definitely not like mine, for one thing, hers won't involve strippers. I could just imagine her blushing face if I sprung that on her."

John had to agree. "So, Tommy is coming with Laurel, how do you feel about that?"

Oliver shrugged. "I feel fine, we broke up years ago and I know how much Tommy has always liked her. He's still my friend, I've more than accepted them being together. They make more sense than we ever did."

"And that isn't because you still have the hots for her sister?"

"Hardly, I'm over Sara just as much. I heard she's dating that Palmer guy, he's practically as rich as I am. I think the young Miss Lance has a bit of a type. But if she's happy, I'm more than happy for her. I know her dad is thrilled with her choice, the only billionaire he seems to have a problem with is me. Not that I could really blame him."

"Ollie, did you seriously order a piñata?" His younger sister, Thea, claimed as she sprinted over to them. "Is she turning twenty-one or six?"

John laughed and Oliver nudged him in the side. "Felicity loves them, and you're never too old to bust open a candy filled animal."

Thea rolled her eyes. "Whatever, I'm gonna help Roy set up the disco ball. Just think about all of this when I turn twenty-one, I don't want anything that tacky."

"God, she's only eighteen, I can't even think about her being twenty-one. Where has the time gone?"

John patted him on the back. "Your guess is as good as mine."

Oliver pouted. "This isn't really that tacky, is it?"

John chose to keep his opinion to himself for once. "It's unique, but I'm sure Felicity will love it."

He really hoped so, just the thought of the smile on Felicity's face when she saw the finished product was enough to make Oliver feel incredibly warm inside. She was the first real friend he ever made, even though they were both from completely different worlds. They'd been through so much together, she stuck by him with everything, even when he knew he had to be difficult to deal with. Oliver knew she didn't approve of a lot of his choices, but she never once looked at him like he was a failure. When he was doing bad in school, she went out of her way to help him bring his grades up. Felicity was the smartest girl he'd ever known, it amazed Oliver that she wasn't ashamed to be around him. As they got older, he started to see her as more than just a friend. She was beautiful, funny, bright, everything he could want in a girl. But he knew how important their friendship was and would never do anything to jeopardize that, no matter how much it killed him. Because let's face it, she deserved so much better.