#oliver2

He felt the moment Old Bessy kicked it, the engine making a noise that sounded suspiciously like a sigh of relief. He narrowed his eyes in betrayal at the dash as he tried to understand exactly where he’d messed up gauging exactly how much juice she had left in her. 

Pulling over to the side of the highway before his van lost all her momentum, Alec tapped his fingers against the steering wheel, lips twisting to the side as he considered his next steps. There was a gas station a few miles down the road, he knew. He had twenty dollars to his name and the responsible thing to do would have been to walk the few miles and take care of his current situation.

The more instantly gratifying option was to head on over to Oliver’s-- current relationship status be damned-- and see what twenty dollars and a pretty smile could get him. 

Patting the steering wheel lovingly, Alec decided that Bessy was a problem for Future Alec, and slid on his jacket. Oliver’s place was a straight shot-- a mile, give or take-- so with his hands stuffed into his pockets, he traced the route he’d traveled thousands of times before.

“Open up, dickhole!” Alec called twenty minutes later as he stood on the other side of the door. “It’s cold out here!”

[pm] You are a bit young for my taste but I appreciate the compliment.

[pm] Oh my GOD It's all in good fun, Mr. Queen, just a silly joke honest.

[mask pm] Oh my god, Green Arrow is in my inbox Okay, okay, be professional. 

He was attractive, seemingly intelligent, a more honest nature compared to her own. A boy. Yes, that was it. She fall in love with his face first. He was godly. And even she knew she shouldn’t worship false idols. Macey and Oliver’s love was one of a kind, it was special— as she liked to call it. Both of them did, and it really was. The attraction was insane. He was the only one who knew pretty much everything about her, just as she did him. But times have changed, lies were formed in a shape of a human being. She never meant for it to be like that. She wanted to have a little family with him- shit, even in her mind that sounded unbalanced. Who in his sane mind would want to have a baby at 16?! But.. she did. And it destroyed her. Macey didn’t want to admit the affect that a pretty boy would have on her. If she was stronger she would have been able to turn down Oliver’s flirt in first place.

It seemed that even years after she was at the exact same place. Pregnant. Really, the whole thing was very un-macey. But she had to go and tell him. She couldn’t keep lies to herself anymore. Last time in eaten her alive, and it still is. There isn’t a day passing by where the burden of her secret, lie, isn’t heaving on her. But there are worst things than lies, and that’s having your lies becoming rumors.

It was clear at sight that Daisy wasn't okay. Hasn't been for a few years but once the news broke that her father is back looking for her, Daisy immediately sprang back to life from her hard core shell were she was hiding and has been for her enjoyment. It was a crooked, broken shell. Four walls Daisy never meant to be a captive in but she's slowly breaking it. Oliver... He had that... thing in him. That something special that makes Daisy shiver when she sees him at the distance. A scummy man. Fucked girls like a sailor after years at sea. For most time, she was certain she was one of them. After all, they just fucked. People have done that for centuries and millenniums. But it was clear, and if not for her, then to him, that he actually cared about her. She was invisible, nothing, ghost. A shadow passing through the foggy streets but not to him. He saw her, and he actually cared. Caring was never an emotion Daisy felt. She managed to press it to the back of her head. Every so often she would notice these bruises on people. Only metaphorically speaking, she saw they had scars in their soul and she liked it. she like that about people. People have empathy to each other, and she guessed that’s why they care and in that way she was different.

Daisy was doomed to stay at home. From the fear of seeing her father but also because her brother asked her to. Most days, Daisy wouldn't mind to be alone at home. Her mother was always at work, trying to make something out of her pathetic, one way life. Her brother... she didn't even knew what was going on with him nowadays. All she was left with was the small, boring conversations with people. Should she really do something? No, no. It's not like Oliver would come if she'd ask him to, right? He was a nice guy, but even he has his limits. Probably. She opened her phone and took a deep breath. She needed to do something. She was on the verge of insanity and had to talk to someone. She wrote down a message, as seductive as she could, hoping Oliver would respond. He will most likely decline, but at least she'd get to say she was having some actual contact with someone today.