I really think that Felicity lost all her IQ when she cut off her hair, and especially when she broke up with Noel.

So, here's my first fanfic about Noel and Felicity. It's short, but this is what I think Noel felt. Read it and love it.

And since I don't own Felicity, I didn't make them ending up together. But here you are.

She was supposed to belong to him. And in one way, she did. She really did. (Well, if he just closed his eyes, fell asleep and dreamed about her, then they would be together again, like ketchup and mustard.)

She constantly gave him those small smiles. She was, too, talking really quickly, blushing and laughing in that pretty, embarrassed way. (And he hoped so much that she was embarrassed because of him, like she made him nervous.)

That was just how he, as well, behaved when she was close to him.

She made him feel like fourteen again. (Or nineteen, because that was when they had been a couple.)

Like they still were naive and wide-eyed.

But she had a boyfriend. And she claimed that she loved her boyfriend, not him.

But he had still hope. He had hope, and now she really was his.

They were alone at the roof, the roof were they had spent their summer. Not always completely alone, but away from her boyfriend.

They faces were just some centimetres from each other. She looked at him in that way he always had loved. He smiled. She did, too.

And all of a sudden they were sharing a kiss. Their kiss.

He knew she kissed him as much as he kissed her. She was not trying to get away from him.

That was the moment of his life.

Even better than his marriage would be.

Even better than seeing his child the first time.

This was the time of his life.