Felicity gets an invitation to her five-year class reunion. When Oliver tries to insist she go, she somehow ends up on a plane to Boston with a fake boyfriend.

'the fire alarm went off at 3 am and now the cute guy from the flat next door is standing next to me in his underwear' AU In which Iris and Barry are neighbors and Felicity is definitely not his girlfriend.

"What's your resolution?" Felicity taps her lower lip with her index finger a few times, considering it. "Take more naps," she says slowly, earning a chuckle from Oliver. (A late New Year's Eve story that completely ignores the canon of 3.09 because I don't want to deal with it right now.)

"Felicity," he says from where he stands behind her, still in the limbo of the kitchen and the living room. Even in her muddled brain, she finds it fitting.

"You know, it's completely understandable that you've forgotten how to waltz but you and I both know it's something you need to know for those fancy parties you're always insisting on throwing."

Felicity arrives home to her apartment to find a stocking clad Oliver and a half burnt dinner.