Freshman year of college, Ocean and Eve became the best of friends. Finding themselves inseparable from each other amongst their friend group of seven, the two could hardly imagine their lives without one another.
Although, what will happen when fe...
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Diamond
Things feel different this year.
My hair is longer, and I wear it out more often. I dress less solely like a tomboy. I don't feel as unsure about so much. Too much... I've met new people, a special person in particular being in that mix. And I feel less lovesick over Ocean King sooner than I ever thought I would.
Instead, and thankfully, someone else has my eye. We have this thing going on where suddenly I want to see her everyday and hear her thoughts on every little thing.
And though I love me some Ocean, I'm beginning to see her as a friend more and more with each day passed. I don't wonder how it would feel to kiss her more often throughout the day than I'd like to admit. I don't exactly feel my cheeks burning at her touch anymore. Images of her no longer consume my daydreams, and nor does the day where she'd finally look at me the same as I did her.
It's all withering to dust and I couldn't be more glad to be free of that particular hurt. Neither could I be more glad for the person who helped such a quickened transition.
Now, when I'm not with my friends or at class, I'm with Dakota. Anytime we have time, we're together. She's funny and kind and gentle and bubbly, and I don't know if I've ever smiled so much in my life really.
Between her and my friends, my cheeks hurt nearly every day.
"Here she is..." Once pushing the door open with a coy grin, she watched while allowing me inside her apartment first. "I'm sorry if it's cold in here," I heard a chuckle along with the tall white door shutting behind me. "It just hit me that not everyone keeps their air on 24/7-"
"No don't change it," I voiced with a smile before she could adjust the thermostat. "I don't mind it honestly, I'll be fine with a sweatshirt.... If you have one that I could borrow," I then said, humor dancing within my low voice and gaze.
Like she did often whenever I stood intimately close to her, Dakota searched for a response with her eyes before her mouth would catch up.
"A sweatshirt...right, yeah-" I grinned again, for her eyes tore from mine with a glance around as if she'd forgotten where her own bedroom was. Once I pointed to the door with cute decoration on it, she then made an 'aha' face before pointing as well, leaving me with a giggle as she hurried off in its direction. "I meant to say follow mee," she then called from the other side of the apartment.
Laughter escaping me once more, I did just that, wearing black denim shorts and a cropped graphic t-shirt that stopped just above my belly piercing.
Her room was big, but then again so was her loft styled apartment. Fully furnished, it was adorably decorated to match every bit of her complex personality. There was so much about her that I'm honestly just learning everyday, and so much that I know hasn't even surfaced yet. The same as it was for me.
