A/N: This is just a random idea I had. I'm sure it's been done before, but hopefully I can make it my own! Enjoy :)

Chapter One

It all started with a wedding invitation.

Please join us

in celebrating the blessed union of

Taylor Lemmings and David Rothstein.

Felicity had gone to MIT with Taylor, and the two of them had been part of a tight knit group of friends that remained close post graduation. While they all settled in different parts of the country, they kept tabs on each other through phone calls, emails, and the occasional visit. Over the years, Felicity had gone to nearly all of their weddings. They'd spend the weekend sharing stories about their lives and, somehow, among the stories of husbands, babies and affairs, one question was always raised.

"Felicity, are you seeing anyone?"

For a while she told the truth. No, she wasn't seeing anyone. She hadn't met anyone she liked enough to invest the time for a relationship. Work kept her busy. They poked and prodded, trying to get down to the seemingly inexplicable roots of why such a smart and charming girl couldn't find herself a man. Finally, fed up with the relationship inquisition, Felicity told a small white lie.

"I have a boyfriend," she'd said, stunning them all into silence. Naturally, questions had followed, and as she struggled to answer them on the spot, she did the best thing she could think of and began describing someone she knew.

She began describing Oliver Queen.

Since her friends never seemed to make their way to Starling City she felt there was no harm in casually dropping his name. It seemed like a foolproof plan. They didn't know Oliver and their nonexistent visits to Starling City meant there was no chance of them running into him and accidentally mentioning the fake relationship. It was the perfect facade; and for the first time in a very long while, Felicity's relationship status was not everyone's favorite topic.

And then Taylor insisted she bring Oliver to her wedding.

Felicity stood outside of Oliver's office at Queen Consolidated, trying to psyche herself up for what would be one of the more uncomfortable conversation in recent history. She reminded herself that Oliver was a decent guy, and decent guys took pity on people who needed them. But then she reminded herself that she'd been pretending he was her boyfriend for a good year.

Yeah, this was going to be an unpleasant conversation.

She took a deep breath and then walked into his office. Oliver sat at his desk, going over some stack of papers, and he glanced up at her wearily.

"Please don't tell me the board wants another meeting. I'm still recovering from the one this morning. You know, we should have coffee and bagels at those meetings. It'd make them feel less like a death march."

"Noted," she said, nodding her head, "And, the board doesn't want a meeting. I'm here on strictly personal business."

"Oh, okay," he said, leaning back in his chair. "What's up?"

"I have sort of strange request," she said, stepping forward. She stopped a proper distance from his desk, clasping her hands behind her back. "You see, I have this wedding coming up and I don't have a date. And, I was sort of hoping you would go with me?"

"Go with you to a wedding?" he repeated, the tone of his voice not making her feel too confident about the next part of the story she had to relay to him.

"Usually I wouldn't ask you to go to a wedding with me. Because, hello, boundaries. But, you see, I have this group of friends from MIT, and they kept pushing me about if I was dating someone, and then why I wasn't dating someone. And then they started going on about how I better find someone soon because, hey, you're allergic to cats so being a cat lady is out of the question." She paused to take a breath. "So, I finally broke down and told them I was dating someone. And, I kind of sort of told them my boyfriend was you."

"You told your friends I was your boyfriend?" he repeated.

She nodded quickly as she bit her bottom lip nervously. This was bad. She could tell this was very, very bad. But she made her bed months ago and now, dammit, she had to lie in it.

"You can be mad at me," she told him. "You have every right to be mad at me. But-"

"There's a but?" he asked incredulously.

"What we do down here, fighting crime and all that jazz, is kind of the reason that I don't have an actual boyfriend to take to weddings. So…" she trailed off, giving him a meaningful look.

"You're not actually blaming me for being single, are you?"

"No," she said loudly. "But, I'm just, you know, pointing out that you – " she gestured around them " – and this whole operation are a contributing factor."

He laughed humorlessly, shaking his head. "This is unbelievable."

"Look, I understand if you don't want to do it. And I won't push you. At least not a lot. But if you could just find it in your heart to help me out this once, I would be eternally grateful. Like, buying your lunch every day for a month grateful."

"I'm a billionaire," he pointed out. "I don't need you to buy me lunch."

"And the minute the wedding is over I'll concoct some breakup story," she promised. "Or, you know, a week or so later. It would look weird if we broke up immediately after the wedding. But, we will break up! And then this will all be over, I promise."

He shook his head, running his fingers through his hair. She could tell he was reluctant, and who could blame him? She'd gone ahead and done one of the craziest girl things you could do, but he knew her. He knew her and respected her, and she was banking pretty heavily on that now.

"Please, Oliver. I don't ask you for a lot, but I'm asking you for this. I can't go to that wedding alone."

She knew if she went alone they'd figure out she'd been lying. Then, she'd be the pathetic girl who made up a fake boyfriend. She could just imagine the pitiful looks on their faces mixed with tempered relief that they weren't in her position.

"No Spice Girls for a month," he finally said. She looked at him in confusion, wondering how in the world her begging had led to the Spice Girls.


"I'll go with you if you won't listen to the Spice Girls at your desk down in the foundry for one month. It'd be nice to give my ears a rest."

"What do you mean give your ears a rest?" she countered without thinking. "The Spice Girls are a one of the greatest bands to come from the 90s, and…I really shouldn't be arguing with you when you're agreeing to do something for me. Yeah. Stopping that right now. No Spice Girls for an entire month. Got it."

"When is the wedding?"

"This weekend," she said softly, fully expecting the surprised look he gave her.

"This weekend? But-"

"I already put you down as my plus one," she admitted sheepishly. "Not that I knew you'd say yes. There was a strong possibility you'd say no. But, you know, wishful thinking?"

He smiled slightly. "I'm guessing the wedding isn't in Starling City."

She shook her head. "Chicago. I already booked our tickets."

"You thought of everything," he noted wryly.

"I called a taxi service and he's picking me up at 9 o'clock in the morning, which means we'll probably swing by your house around 9:20."

"That's fine. Anything else I need to know?"

"Not really," she said slowly, pressing her lips together. "I think that's about it."

"Alright," he said. "Well, I guess I better make sure my tuxedo is clean."

"Thank you for doing this," she said. "It means a lot to me."

"What are friends for if not to play your fake boyfriend at weddings?" he asked rhetorically. "Besides, it'll be nice to get out of Starling for a few days."

She nodded, turning on her heel. When she reached the door she glanced back and quickly said, "Oh, by the way, we've been dating for about a year."

She slipped out before she could hear his reaction.

Oliver sparred with Diggle in the foundry, fielding jabs and ducking under uppercuts as he told Diggle what happened with Felicity earlier while she was conveniently out of the lair. Diggle laughed, jumping back as Oliver aimed a kick at his chest.

"This isn't funny," Oliver said.

"Yeah, it sort of is," Diggle said. "I mean, you have to hand it to the girl. She has dedication."

"What do you mean?" Oliver asked, reaching up and blocking a punch with his hand.

"To keep that charade going for a year? That's dedication."

"How much dedication can it take?" he asked. "They ask, 'Oh, how's Oliver? He's good. Good.' End of story."

"You live with two women," Diggle pointed out. "Have you ever seen a conversation about men go by that easily?"

Diggle had a point.

"So, do you know your story?" Diggle asked. He landed a punch into Oliver's side.

"What story?" Oliver asked, rubbing his side unhappily. He was getting careless on the mats. It was time to step up his game.

"You know, how you guys started dating?" Diggle returned easily. "That's the first thing someone asks when they meet a boyfriend or girlfriend. Besides from how you met, but I'm pretty sure you have that one covered."

"If it's been going on for a year, I'm sure they know."

Oliver launched into a roundhouse kick, and while it was executed perfectly Diggle easily deflected the kick.

"Yeah, her friends might, but they're not going to be the only ones at the wedding."

Oliver frowned, realizing that this wedding might be more work than he initially thought. He didn't mind spending the time with Felicity. He genuinely liked her, and she was good company. In fact, when he first returned from the island she was one of the few people who could make him actually smile. He liked her rambling and how in the beginning she'd been one hundred percent on to his bullshit tech stories, but let him think she believed them, anyway. He hadn't anticipated this second part of the weekend, though.

"You'll be fine," Diggle said, reading into his silence. "If anyone's good at lying under pressure, it's you."

Oliver chuckled. "I suppose you're right."

Felicity came down the stairs then and Oliver glanced over at her, completely missing Diggle's stealth approach as he grabbed a hold of his arm and threw him down onto the mat. Felicity dropped her purse on her chair and called out, "Take it easy over there. I need him for this weekend."

"Don't worry," Diggle told her with a grin, reaching a hand down to Oliver. He helped him up and said, "He'll still be in fine dancing form. So, I was wondering, just how far did you go with this whole relationship thing."

Felicity froze. She thought Diggle had just been talking about her taking Oliver to the wedding. She didn't know Oliver told him about the other part.

"You told him?" she hissed.

"What?" Oliver said, shrugging. "I didn't know it was a secret."

"For the record, no judgment over here," Diggle said. "Although I do find it pretty funny. Hey, I was wondering, what's your story for how you guys started dating?"

Felicity reluctantly said, "We, uh, kissed under the mistletoe at the Queen Consolidated holiday party. One thing led to another and then, you know, hello relationship."

Diggle had the courtesy to hold back his laughter, but she could see the side of his mouth twitching.

"I had to make up all of this stuff pretty quickly!" she explained unhappily. "You try coming up with a story like that when you have six much-too-eager-women hanging on your every word!" She glanced between Oliver and Diggle. "It's very nerve wracking!"

"Well, I wish you two nothing but the best for this weekend," Diggle said. With expert control he added, "Who knows, maybe the next wedding will be your own?"

"Oh my God," Felicity groaned, covering her face with her hands. "Can we please stop talking about this?"

"I second that," Oliver intoned, walking over to the side of the mats and picking up a towel to wipe his face.

Diggle snorted and said, "Whatever you two lovebirds want."

A/N: Would you all like to see more? The rest of the story will take place at the wedding!