Oliver Queen had never been one to love. Yes, there was the flings and the one-night-stands, but they never really mattered. Oliver was always the closed off man everyone knew since he got back from 5 years in hell.

Yes, he had some partners, but that was a long time ago. Like during High-school and College. Although, he never really cared much about college anyways.

Though, there was this person he met that he would never forget in his faithful High-school. You. His best friend, his ride or die. It felt a bit weird to actually have a friend like you who didn't want him for his money or fame, but Oliver knew he was lucky to know a person like you.

Ever since he got back from the island, he hasn't spoke to you at all. He wished he could, oh how we wanted to, but he was afraid you'd judge him. At most, his appearance and personality had changed drastically.

That was until a week ago. He had went to a bar, wanting to drown his sorrows about a random fight he had with his team. It was pathetic idealy, but he didn't really care. His eyes widened as he saw the familiar face of those bright eyes and cunning smile.

Ever since that amazing day, he had managed to catch up with you and actually have a chat since that faithful day he left onto that boat. He couldn't help but reveal his secret so quickly. After all, you had kept many of his secrets before

Now here he was, teaching you how to shoot an arrow from a bow. Oliver put one hand on your waist and another on your arm, guiding your body to stand straight.

"You just gotta aim right at the target." He points to the target on the wall. "Pull back the string..and shoot." He makes a motion with his hands.