People had said for years that Oliver was crazy. Crazy for being who he was, crazy for somehow surviving so much death, crazy for taking every risk ever written. However, crazy was the only definable word for how he felt around Felicity. Crazy. Loopy even. Insane.
The rush that he managed to get from firing arrows into the deserved, increased tenfold around her, like a drug that burned though the adrenaline in his veins and to his brain. He didn't want it to stop. So he was going to try like crazy to get her back, whatever the cost.
Mark his words.
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Radio Rebel: A Musical Adventure
FanfictionFor all the wonderfully beautiful, tragically sad and addictively inticing stories I can make via the power of music and multishipping. Open to suggestions if you have any!
