He greeted the bubbly dark haired girl with a tight embrace, laughing quietly at how happy she was. “Hey Cher Bear!” He nodded when he was let out of her arms, flashing a sincere smile her way. “I’m pretty good, how about you, babe?” He glanced towards the driver, simply reminding him of their destination once before returning his attention to Cher. “You look very nice, by the way,” Niall added, fixing the collar of her black jacket.
She nodded. “Same. I’m still boring old me, I’m afraid,” she said, laughing lightly. She smiled at him. “Oh. Thanks. So do you,” she said, poking his chest and laughing. She didn’t know why, but she was really excited to go cart racing with Niall. It would bring out her inner child, something she adored more than anything. Even food sometimes. Cher knew she was weird, but that was what made her Cher.
So when I head to me grandmum’s and all of my little cousins are hunting for eggs, I’m going to join in. And when I win and get yelled at for participating because I’m too old, I’m going to say Cher told me I was never too old. Okay?
That’s right, you tell ‘em. I’m going to hunt for eggs with my little cousins too. And sit at the kiddie table. Who wants to grow up, anyway?