Lies

The Motorcycle

I know the mentioned plots do not connect together (i.e. Oliver's mother dying, Isabel Rochev still working with Oliver as his partner), but, for the sake of the story, please work with me. Thank you and enjoy.

It wasn't something you needed every day, you were always the one to be the shoulder for others. When you were the one who needed the shoulder, you always went to Oliver. Yet, every time you called he seems too busy. You couldn't argue with him, with his mother dying, he's taking over his family's business as CEO, so of course he's busy.

But, one day, you received a call from an unknown number, answering to find it was his partner, Isabel Rochev, calling to ask why Oliver is literally always  late. You answered with a clueless response before quickly hanging up, anger coursing through your veins.

That day, you had decided to get back together with an old friend from high school, Matt Black, the guy who has always been labeled as the kid to always get in trouble. Well, it wasn't just the messy black hair and the constant skips during school or the black, leather jacket he always wore with the baggy jeans that's always pulled down at least an inch to show his boxers - if his leather jacket wasn't there, you'd see them - and it wasn't even the bad attitude he gave towards everybody except you or the motorcycle he rides. It was the fact that he seemed so mysterious, that he kept to himself, being shy got him labeled as troubled.

Which only made you talk to him more and more when everybody tried to talk you out of it.

A few days after getting back into contact with Matt - you took him to get a coffee and you caught up - your brother had passed from a shooting in the Glades, a common death, but terrible all the same. You were bawling your eyes out, curled into a ball and sat in your apartment for a few days, ignoring everyone's phone calls, ignoring the constant knocks at the door, choosing the dark and your warm, comfortable bed over the presence of another human being.

Today, three days after your brothers death, you reached for your phone and dialed in the all-too familiar number of Oliver Queen. When he answered with a whispered hello and sigh of relief in he sees your name flash over his screen, you couldn't help but smile. Though, the smile was quickly washed away as you remembered your brother's death and you need a shoulder to cry in, you wanting the shoulder to be Oliver.

"Ollie," you said, your voice breaking at the single word. "I-I need you."

Oliver released another sigh, not of relief, but of embarrassment. "I'm sorry, Y/N," he said, "but I'm stuck at the office. Lots of paperwork and Isabel isn't making it any easier with her constant nagging and hovering over my shoulder."

You felt your heart crack a little bit.

"I really want to be there with you, I do, but-"

"No, it's fine," you assured him. "Can you... Can you at least come over when you're done? It won't matter how late, I'll keep the door unlocked."

He breathed a chuckle through the phone. "Of course, sweetheart," he promised. "I'll be right over when I'm finished. I love you."

"Love you, too," you replied right before he hung up.

You then scrolled through your recent calls, finding the unsaved number from days ago, clicking the button with no hesitation.

"Hello?" Isabel's voice said from the other line. "Y/N?"

"Hi, Isabel," you said awkwardly. You were never a fan of Isabel, she always had that steal your boyfriend  look to her and it worried you, especially with someone like Oliver, but you were able to conceal your feelings. Nobody knows you don't like Isabel, and you'd prefer to keep it that way. "Are you at the company?"