*the next day*
I head inside Oliver's apartment to hear music playing. I round the corner to see him sitting at his desk. "Hey," I greet softly.
He looks up, a smile spreading across his face when he sees me. "Hey," he greets back, shutting his laptop.
"Was I interrupting something?"
"Not at all. How are you feeling," he asks.
"After?"
"After last night," he answers. I tilt my head in confusion. "You kissed me, remember?"
"No, you see, that wasn't you. That was the Green Arrow," I shake my head.
"Right, the Green Arrow," he chuckles. "What made you do that, anyway?"
"I had to give my savior a token of my appreciation," I shrug.
"And it had nothing to do with the fact that... it was me under that hood?"
"Not at all."
"Now, you see...," he starts, standing up and leaning against his desk. "I don't believe you."
"You don't believe me?"
"Nope. I think you wanted to kiss me and not because you wanted to say "hey, thanks for saving my life"," he says, crossing his arms.
"Well, you've got it all wrong. We're just friends, remember," I remind him.
"Are we," he says, approaching me.
"Oliver--," I start when he leans down and pushes his lips against mine. I can't help but immediately melt under his soft touch. After a few seconds, he hesitantly breaks the kiss.
"Are we just friends, Callie? 'Cause it's becoming hard to tell," he says, brushing my hair behind my ear and stroking my cheek.
"I..."
"I don't wanna be just friends anymore. I want you, and everyday that I can't have you... It just makes me want you more," he admits.
Without hesitation, I grab his collar and pull him down to my lips. He kisses back, his arms wrapping around my waist.
After a few moments, we break apart. "I'm guessing you feel the same," he inquires making me smile.
"Only slightly," I say making him smirk.
Suddenly, his phone rings and he pulls it out of his back pocket. "I got to take this," he says, stepping aside. "Go ahead," he says. He's quiet for a moment. "Gimme me five minutes." He hangs up, looking over at me.
"What is it," I ask.
"I don't think--"
"Oliver, it's me. You can trust me, remember?"
"Right. I know, but um, I'll tell you soon, okay?"
"Okay."
*the next day*
As I'm sitting in the loft, I hear a voice. "Callie!" I stand up from the couch, looking over the balcony.
"Clark, what's--"
"You remember Bart?"
"Bart Allen? Yeah," I nod. "What about him?"
"He's back in town, and he's working for Oliver," he states.
"Okay, so--"
"So he had Bart steal from Lex."
"Clark--"
"Did you know about this?"
"No, actually, I didn't, but Oliver's not a bad guy, so whatever he has Bart doing, I'm sure is for a good reason," I sigh.
"Are you on my side or your boyfriend's side?"
"First off, he's not my boyfriend, and secondly, I'm not on anyone's side. Maybe you should ask Oliver why before jumping to conclusions," I state.
"That's just where I was about to head. You coming or not?"
