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𝟢𝟩．𝖲𝖠𝖨𝖣 𝖨𝖳 𝖶𝖠𝖲 𝖠 𝖬𝖨𝖲𝖳𝖠𝖪𝖤－𝖸𝖮𝖴'𝖵𝖤 𝖦𝖮𝖭𝖤 𝖠𝖭𝖣 𝖥𝖴𝖢𝖪𝖨𝖭𝖦 𝖣𝖮𝖭𝖤 𝖨𝖳 𝖠𝖦𝖠𝖨𝖭

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❝  𝗌𝖺𝗂𝖽 𝗂𝗍 𝗐𝖺𝗌 𝖺 𝗆𝗂𝗌𝗍𝖺𝗄𝖾 － 𝗒𝗈𝗎'𝗏𝖾 𝗀𝗈𝗇𝖾 𝖺𝗇𝖽 𝖿𝗎𝖼𝗄𝗂𝗇𝗀 𝖽𝗈𝗇𝖾 𝗂𝗍 𝖺𝗀𝖺𝗂𝗇  ❞

"WHY THE ACTUAL FUCK IS IT thirty degrees, right now?" I groaned, my body stretched out across Felix's dorm floor — I was literally in the skimpiest shorts I owned, as well as the tiniest top I think has ever existed, and I was still boiling. I hate heatwaves in England. "We're in England."

"So fucking hot," Felix mumbled in agreement, he was also lying on his floor. Wearing literally nothing except his boxers.

"I know," Oliver also agreed, from his spot on Felix's windowsill. He was fully clothed — was wearing fucking jeans — but he was sat by the window. Though, it wasn't as though that would be much help, the air would be warm and there was not even a little bit of wind or a slight breeze. "What's that smell?"

"Erm, I don't know," Felix breathed, cigarette smoke escaping with his words.

I heard Oliver let out a noise of disgust, following the sound of something being chucked into a bin. I propped myself up on my elbows, furrowing my eyebrows at him as I watched him look around Felix's room, in complete disapproval. It was revolting, to be fair, Felix was shit at cleaning up after himself — he wouldn't touch anything until it became a problem.

"No. No, no, no," Oliver shook his head, completely appalled by the state of Felix's room — clearly not having noticed how bad it was until that very second.

"What?" Felix's voice held confusion, as he tipped his head back to look at Ollie. "What are you on about?"

"It's disgusting, Felix," Oliver criticised as Felix sat up slightly, resting on his elbows, as I was also doing.

"It's fine," Felix insisted, shrugging off Oliver's concern.

"Right, I'm cleaning up," Oliver stood up, grabbing Felix's bin, shaking his head furiously. He moved around the room, picking up wrappers, empty boxes, empty bottles — his room had actually got disgusting. "Only rich people can afford to be this filthy."

"Fuck off," Felix scoffed, rolling his eyes.

"I mean, you've got fucking pizza on the floor," Oliver sighed in utter disgust as he picked up a slice of pizza, — which may or may not have been there for a good week or so — chucking it into the bin he had in hand.

"Mate, stop it," Felix scoffed, taking his cigarette away from his lips — genuinely, I couldn't understand why he was smoking in the middle of a fucking heatwave — and putting it out. "I'll do it later. It's fine."

"You'll never do it," Oliver insisted with a scoff — sometimes, I really felt quite useless within their conversations, right now, it was one of those times. I was currently sat doing fuck-all watching this go down, I knew it wasn't going to end well — Felix didn't like it when people implied he was useless, who did? — and Oliver didn't seem as though he'd stop anytime soon, no matter what Felix said to try get him to stop.