The Better Life

Definitely a Filler Chapter

*Action will happen in the next chapter. For now, enjoy the filler.*

Knock knock knock.

Felicity opened the door to find a disheveled Jake.

"I'm not here. I've never been here. You don't know me."

Jake jumped on Felicity's couch and covered himself with pillows and blankets. Phoebe had been on the floor, reading a book, when Jake had come in.

Felicity shut her door. She went to see Jake when she heard a knock at the door. Felicity opened the door up.

"Where is Jake? We weren't finished with our date."

"He's not here," Felicity said. "I don't know him."

"Bullshit!" the date yelled. "You're the whore who dumped him for that biker barbie bitch, Phoebe."

Felicity prayed to God to give her the strength to not stab a bitch.

"Well, he's not here."

"Move."

"Excuse me?"

"I said move."

Felicity pushed him back.

"I don't know who you are, but he's not here."

"You're a lying skank bitch."

Felicity reeled back and punched him in the face. She heard a crack as her fist connected with the guy's nose. Felicity held her hand to her and stared at him.

"You little-"

She hit him again.

"Leave us the fuck alone, or you'll have to deal with the rest of my family."

"I'm not afraid of you. And you hit like a girl."

"Good. If your tried harder, you could, too," Felicity retorted.

Phoebe smiled as she watched her badass girlfriend.

The dude went to hit her when someone caught his fist. He flipped his head around and saw Mickey Milkovich smiling at him.

"Didn't your mother ever teach you to not hit people?"

Felicity kicked the boy in the balls.

"Guess not," Mickey shrugged.

Felicity bent down next to where Jake's date was lying. "Scram," Felicity seethed, "before the rest of my family comes to kill you."

Jake's date scrambled to his knees before running off.

"Let's get you bandaged up."

Felicity and Mickey walked back into the house. Felicity sat at the dining room table and Mickey went to get the first aid kit.

"He's gone, Jake," Felicity said out loud. "You can come out. Who was that guy, anyways?"

Jake scrambled out from underneath the pillows and blankets piled on him. "Really? He was the guy from my chemistry class. He's a junior and he asked me out. I went out with him and he got mad because I was 'leading him on.' I didn't want to have sex with him. So, he chased me."

"Well, now the blue balls just turned into black and blue balls," Mickey said as he came back downstairs with the first aid kit. "Your hand doesn't look terrible but it will definitely bruise. I think you broke his nose."

Jake came to sit at the table beside Felicity and Phoebe followed.

"Guys, I'm fine."

"You're sure?" Jake asked.

"Yes."

"You're sure, you're sure?" Phoebe asked.

"Yes."

Mickey wrapped a bandage around Felicity's hand. She winced a little and Phoebe squeezed her hand.

"I'm sorry," Jake said. "I should've been man enough to-"

"Shut up," Felicity said. "You can't always fight your own battles. That douche couldn't take no for an answer. Do not feel bad for feeling scared."

"That's profound advice."

"Well," Felicity looked at Mickey. "I had a pretty good teacher."

Mickey allowed Jake to stay the night, but he had to sleep on a blow-up mattress. Phoebe slept on the bed with Felicity. Felicity loaned a baggy Avengers shirt to Jake and Mickey gave Jake some sweatpants. Felicity stole a hoodie and pajama pants. They slept great that night. And Jake might've snuck downstairs at 3:45 am for a midnight snack of poptarts before going back up, to be caught by Phoebe. They shared the box.