Just got done watching Teen Witch, so maybe a night in and teasing about love for 80s movies. That or Ripper Street AU since that is what I segued into. Your choice.
âSo what movie do you want to watch?â Felicity asked, leaning back against the sofa as she looked around the apartment a little. Â She had been surprised that Oliver had invited her over--actually, she was surprised Oliver even had someplace to which to invite her. Â Pleasantly surprised, because . . . it was good to see him taking care of himself like this. Â Sharing an apartment with Thea, nothing as fancy or elaborate as the loft, but still, it wasnât the lair. Â She had assumed he would just keep living there. Â
It made her wonder if maybe she didnât know Oliver like she thought she did. Â If perhaps, when she hadnât been looking, he had changed. Â
âOh . . . I donât know,â Oliver said, walking over with a bowl of popcorn. Â âWas there anything you wanted to see?â
âUm, no, not really,â Felicity said. Â She managed a laugh. Â âI couldnât tell you what movies have come out lately.â Â
âReally?â Oliver asked skeptically, sitting beside her and putting the popcorn between them. Â
She shrugged her shoulders. Â âIâve been busy.â Â
It was true: between helping Oliver with his mayoral duties and being one half of Team Arrow, Felicity didnât have a lot of leisure time. Â That was why she hadnât been expecting Oliver to invite her over for a movie. Â Yes, it was too hot for him to be outside in a leather suit, but . . . she didnât think heâd want to spend casual time with her.
How dumb are you? a voice in her head said--a voice that sounded like how she used to sound, back when she had black hair and wore combat boots.  Heâs still in love with you, you fool.  Of course he wants to spend time with  you.
Felicity mentally batted away the voice and focused on Oliver. Â âLetâs see whatâs on Netflix,â she said, drawing her tablet out of her bag. Â âComedy or drama?â
âComedy,â Oliver said, surprising her again. Â
Nodding and not saying anything, Felicity began scrolling through the options, tilting her tablet so Oliver could see. Â âJust . . . call out if something looks good,â she said when the silence began to feel too awkward.
âI will,â Oliver replied, taking a handful of popcorn and munching it, one kernel at a time. Â
The silence returned, even more awkward, but then Oliver said, âThat one!â Â
âWhat?â Felicity asked, her fingers spasming and making the carousel of choices into a whirling merry-go-round. Â
âAdventures in Babysitting. Â I havenât seen that since I was a kid,â Oliver said. Â âYouâll like it. Â Thereâs a little girl in it who thinks Thor is the greatest.â Â
Did he remember that night they had found the first Thor movie on TV, when they were in that hotel room in Florida, and she had rhapsodized about Chris Hemsworth? Â Scrolling back, Felicity found the cover of the movie and wrinkled her nose. Â âThis? Â Really? Â You want to watch this?â
âWhy not? Â I know itâs pretty 80s, but I remember it was pretty funny,â Oliver said. Â He paused, his head tilting to the side, as if he was trying to remember something. Â âDonât fuck with the Lords of Hell.â Â
Felicity blinked. Â âI sure hope thatâs a quote from the movie.â Â
Oliver let out a soft laugh. Â It had been so long since she had heard that, it made her heart clench in her chest. Â âYes, itâs a quote. Â Thereâs a knife fight on the El between two gangs, and the characters are caught in the middle of it.â Â
âOkay, then, . . .â Felicity said, tapping the cover and pressing play. Â She placed her tablet in front of them on the coffee table and leaned back. Â âIâll give it a shot.â
âThanks,â Oliver said, giving her a smile. Â âIf itâs not good, we can watch something else.â Â
Shifting slightly, Felicity tucked her legs underneath her. Â âI think movies you liked as a kid, especially when theyâre from the 80s, donât get judged on that whole good-bad scale. Â Itâs just . . . did they make you feel the same way as when you were watching them back then?â
She could feel Oliver looking at her. Â âI like that idea,â he said. Â
It was clear he wanted to say more, but the movie was starting: a teenage girl dancing around her bedroom to a song that was clearly from the 1950s, lip syncing as she did her makeup and picked out a dress. Â Felicity found herself smiling, remembering doing something similar when she had been that age. Â
And even when she was a woman, recalling that time when she sang into her hairbrush while getting ready for dinner with Oliver in Bali. Â
Carefully, she turned her head to watch Oliver. Â He looked . . . relaxed. Â Content. Â Like she had never seen him. Â
And he was humming along with the music. Â
It seemed pretty clear that she didnât know Oliver like she thought she did. Â If that was so . . . maybe it was time to get to know this new Oliver.Â
So Felicity ate some popcorn and kept watching the movie.