? For The First Time ? (GxG)

Omniscient

Mornings at university consist of many things.

Studying before the sunrise, or sleeping until twelve in the afternoon. Waking up in a bed that wasn't your own, or shooing away last night's guilty pleasure. Dealing with pounding headaches and blinding lights and whispers sounding like it came through a bullhorn. Walking to the campus gym, to breakfast, or to an unskippable class.

For Eve Devereaux, though, early mornings were for sleep, laziness, and her TV shows, for she would cram all her duties late the night before, when she worked best.

And while she was just rising from slumber at a good ten in the morning, her best friend had already been up since seven. Because at the coming of dawn everyday was when she worked best, and thoroughly hard at that.

"Morning princess," Eve greeted, her voice rougher than usual as she stood at Ocean's door in nothing but plaid pajama pants and a black sports bra. Eating the breakfast that Ocean had left for her in the microwave, she had her locs up in a bun and a lavender blanket across her bare shoulders.

"Hi pumpkinn," Ocean responded with a quick smile in Eve's direction, on the move around her room.

Her best friend expected nothing less. She knew Ocean, and she knew every bit of how Ocean worked. Like a mad scientist on their path to a breakthrough maybe, or a mathematician attacking their most challenging equation yet. And every bit of it amused Eve to no end, no matter how many times she's walked in on it.

The first of exams were near, and Ocean's room was decorated in sticky notes, an open laptop, dry erase writing from top to bottom on her mirror, two open notebooks, and the girl herself going from one side of the room to the other every few minutes.

"Which class?" Eve asked knowingly while going to take a seat in the safest spot in the room. The edge of her untouched and made bed, for Ocean never went anywhere near it when her school work was out.

"Information Systems and Stats."

"Ew," she made a face while taking another bite of the omelet, earning a short laugh in agreement from her best friend.

"I just finished my organization work, and this was last on the list thankfully."

Eve hummed a nod. "Book club?"

"Finished it last night."

At that, Eve smiled softly to herself, an admiring chuckle escaping under her breath. One thing she'd learned about her best friend over the course of their friendship was that Ocean would devour even the thickest books like one would a meal, and could tell a person all that happened and the parts that pissed her off most or made her happiest.

Not only that, but she also knew way more than she should have about art history and the Renaissance Era; one of the many things her best friend adored about her. Eve could recall a number of times where she found herself the listening ear to random rants at random times. Always, though, it made her smile in utter adoration, for the light within Ocean's eyes and the smile on her lips right then were unlike any other.

It tendered Eve's heart every time, seeing the girl talk with such passion about the things she loved.

"Hey Shaun..." Eve was in her thoughts again- the way she'd been often lately- her socked feet swinging off the bed and her fingers twiddling.

"Hm?"

Given that Ocean's back was turned to her as she wrote something on her mirror with a notebook open across her right arm, Eve picked her head up to see her best friend sitting on the floor with her legs crossed. She watched Ocean's hand as it wrote in perfect handwriting even in its scribble pace, and her eyes traveled to the side profile of Ocean's face from behind, noting her focus and complete oblivion to the spike of feelings within Eve's heart.