Disclaimer: Non of the characters are mine. But they make me mad all the time so I guess it's only fair to use them as verbal punching bags. Just sometimes.

A/N: This'll be simply a few lighthearted shorts that I work on when I feel like it. No schedule, no word count. Semi-consecutive because all the shorts will be College AU themed and be related somehow. But it is also no actual story with plot. Just a bunch of random shorts. Drabbels. One shots. Whatever you want to call them.

The first one is a slightly edited re-post from Tumblr. Enjoy.

If college was hell there were no words to describe morning classes. He already hated his parents for making him get a business major before letting him into the company (he had grown up seeing his dad manage Queen Consolidated, Oliver could do it blindfolded.) but now he started to hate whoever thought required computer classes were a good idea. And, he hated the college administration for scheduling those classes at 7 am.

Half of the students looked like they had arrived in their pajamas, ready to right back to bed as soon as class was over. As far as he could see only one person wore make-up and that person was a guy with a thick black line of eyeliner who also pajama pants with an anime pattern and a T-shirt that had more than one visible hole in it. The professor himself seemed only half awake and Oliver slowly started to regret dragging himself out of bed at 6 to take a shower. Next time he would simply show up in pajamas too and then they all could have a happy sleepover together. Perfect.

The professor cleared his throat and began introducing himself. His voice was so faint and monotonous, Oliver feared he might actually fall asleep again when the door opened and a small figure slipped through. The girl had rings under her eyes so deep that not even her glasses could cover them up and her blond ponytail was a mess. She apologized for being late and then slouched into the only available spot, directly next to him. Removing the top of her coffee mug she produced a neon green energy drink and poured its contents in the coffee. She stared at the murky brown mixture for a while, muttered "I'm gonna die" in a prophesying voice and then gulped down a good part of it. The whole affair took her less than five minutes and was already more interesting than this class would ever be.

Oliver decided that her sitting next to him was probably the best thing that would happen during class for the next semester. It also meant he should say something, introduce himself of some sort to make sure this sitting arrangement would be a thing.

He waited a while and then pinched her.

"What the hell?," she asked, slapping his hand away. She squinted at him suspiciously.

"Sorry. Just making sure you were still alive," he said, mentally chiding himself. Smooth, real smooth.

She laughed and he took a deep breath. The girl wasn't mad at him.

"Oliver," he introduced himself, debating whether he should hold out his hand. In the end he decided against it. It would be too formal.

"Felicity," she said smiling. It was a warm smile and he found himself wondering whether she was a morning person or if the caffeine mixture made her one. Regardless it seemed only appropriate to return it.

He nodded towards her cup. "So how does it taste?"

"Horrible," she chuckled. Then she frowned. "And I think I'm actually on the road to a sugar high…by the way, is it just me or does our Professor look like a miniature Dumbledore minus the pointy hat?"