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As I'm sitting on the barn steps, I notice Clark approaching me. "Hey, are you okay," Clark asks.

"I'm fine," I shrug.

"Guess you were lucky The Green Arrow showed up, huh," he sighs.

"I really don't give a shit about The Green Arrow," I admit, looking at him.

"Why's that?"

"Clark, I haven't exactly been honest with you. I told you those episodes stopped, but they didn't. They've gotten worse," I sigh.

"Why didn't you tell me?"

"I didn't want to worry you. Clark, I'm scared. I'm scared that one day I'll have an episode, and I'll hurt someone," I admit.

"I know... but we'll get through it, okay? Together," he says. 

I nod, speaking. "That stupid Green Arrow saw me. He saw me have one," I add. "What if tells someone?"

"He won't, trust me," Clark shakes his head.

"How do you know?"

"I just do," he says. I stare at him for a second before I come to a realization.

"You know who he is... Does he know about you?"

"He does, but... he's not gonna tell anyone about it."

"So... can I trust him?"

"If you want to."

"You know... he actually offered to show me who he was, but I said that I didn't give a shit. I was so freaked out by what happened that I just wanted to get the hell out of there."

"I don't blame you, but it'll be okay," he assures me. 

I hear footsteps approaching making me look up. I see Oliver walking in, and I smile when I see him. "Hey," he greets. "Sorry, was I interrupting something?"

"No, not at all," I shake my head.

"I'm glad you're okay," he says.

"Me too," I sigh, standing up. "Well, it's getting late, so I'm gonna head to bed and leave you two to talk but be nice," I say, a playful smile spreading across my face.

"We'll try," Clark chuckles.

I leave the barn, walking toward the house. "Hey, wait up!" I turn around to see Oliver approaching me.

"What's up?"

"In a couple days, my old academy is having a 10-year reunion, and I wanted to know if you'd like to come," he says.

"Really? Why me?"

"Why not you," he shrugs.

"Hm... Fair enough, but I have nothing to wear," I admit.

"Don't worry about that. I'll be here around 3, okay?"

"But I haven't agreed yet."

"But you want to," he smirks.

"I..."

"Come on. Just admit it," he says.

"Fine, yeah, I want to."

"Great. I'll be here at 3."

"Okay," I nod.

*a couple days later*

"Well, you look pretty. Going somewhere," Mom asks.

"Yeah, Oliver asked me to be his plus one at his 10 year reunion party at his old academy," I nod.

"Really? You guys seem to be spending a lot of time together," she says.

"Yeah, I guess we have."

"Do you like him?"

"Um... I mean, he's attractive and charming, but I barely know him," I shrug.

"I get it. Well, have fun," she smiles.

"Thanks, Mom."

I hear a knock at my door making me speak. "Just a sec." I leave the living room, walking toward the front door. I open it up to see Oliver standing in the doorway with a box in his hand. "Hi," I smile. "You look nice," I add.

"Thanks. Here you go," he says, handing me the box.

"What is it?"

"Your dress."

"You bought me a dress?"

"Yep. Now, go put it on."

"Well, okay." He walks in, shutting the door behind himself, and I walk upstairs to my bedroom.

I shut the door, opening the box, smiling at the gorgeous dress he got me.

I shut the door, opening the box, smiling at the gorgeous dress he got me

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It's just a simple, sleek, long, black dress, but I love it.

I change into the dress, before sliding on my heels and walking downstairs.

"Can you zip me up?" He stares at me for a bit, before nodding. I turn around, moving my hair out of the way, and I feel his soft hands take the zipper. He slowly zips my dress up, and I release my hair, turning around.

He is... extremely close to me.

"Well, how do I look," I ask. He takes one look at me from to head to toe and smiles.

"Beautiful."

"Thanks," I blush. "So, um, how much was this dress?"

"Don't worry about the cost," he chuckles, checking his watch. "We should get going."

"Okay."

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