Saltburn Summer

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Uh, let's go to the beach-each
Let's go get a wave
They say what they gonna say
Have a drink, clink, found the Bud Light
Bad bitches like me is hard to come by
The Patrón-ón? Let's go get it on
The zone-one? Yes, I'm in the zone
Is it two, three? Leave a good tip
I'ma blow all of my money and don't give two shits, uh
I'm on the floor, floor
I love to dance
So give me more, more, 'til I can't stand
Get on the floor, floor
Like it's your last chance
If you want more, more
Then here I am
Starships were meant to fly
Hands up and touch the sky
Can't stop 'cause we're so high
Let's do this one more time, oh

Starships - Nicki Manaj

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Nina's pov:

Nina's pov:

Ugh, my head is pounding like a drum at a rock concert. I groggily open one eye, the light from the window is way too bright. I'm surrounded by the aftermath of last night's sleepover; there's Felix, somehow perfectly asleep amidst this chaos on the floor next to the bed. I nudge him awake, "Hey Felix, if we combined all our hangovers, do you think we could create a new element?" He groans, contemplating if the new element would be named 'Hangovium'. He slurs and turns around desperate to go back asleep.

Archie, already on his phone, looks up with a surprisingly alert expression. "Morning, Sunshine. You look like you've done some major boxing matches with your face mate. How's the great thinker feeling?" I can't help but laugh, rubbing my temples. "I'm feeling like my brain's gone through a particle accelerator, Archie. How are you even functioning?"

"Didn't sleep that much to be fair, just couldn't"

"Awe did our cutesy wittle make out keep you up at night" I tease him, frowning with a baby face poking his side.

"Shut up, Nina" I chuckle as i tumble out the bed with a sleeping Lacie and Olli in it, we were probably cuddling in my double bed, not gonna lie.

Im sat at the dainty dinner table in mine and Lacie's small, but adorable kitchen, smoking a cig, scrolling through post mates. Food on my mind.

The quiet warmth surrounds, feeling very much comforting as i let my belly do the thinking on my phone.

Evan saunters into the kitchen, rubbing the sleep from his eyes. "Ordering breakfast for the crew, Nina? Make sure there's something greasy enough to soak up last night's bad decisions." He walks up to where i'm sat, looking down at me tucking my hair behind my ear with a big sleepy smile. I chuckle, scrolling through the options. "Got any preferences, Evan, or is 'the greasier, the better' the mood for today?"

"Hell yeah." he grabs my hand getting me to stand up, moves me and sits down himself, bringing me to sit in his lap with his hand that was already in mine. We order the post mates and chatter our way into the morning.

Sitting in Evan's lap, the warmth of the early morning light spilling into the kitchen, I can't help but feel a sense of contentment. I've just ordered a hearty breakfast from Postmates for all of us – me, Evan, Lacie, Felix, Oliver, and Archie. As we wait for the food to arrive, the soft hum of conversation fills the room. It's these simple moments that make our adventures in Oxford so memorable. After breakfast, maybe we'll take a walk through the city, the streets still quiet, and find a new corner of this historic place to claim as our own. Or perhaps we'll end up sprawled across the common room, doodling equations and laughing over inside jokes. Whatever we choose, it's the company that makes it worthwhile.