“There we go, all set!”
Cheryl slides Kimberley’s case in next to her holdall, making sure everything’s secure before closing the boot of the Bradfordian’s black 4 by 4 and walking round to the passenger side. They’d already decided that Kimberley was going to drive the first half of the journey then Cheryl, being more familiar with her old territory, was to take the second half.
“You ready then?” Kimberley asks her as she climbs into the vehicle.
Cheryl nods,
“As ready as I’ll ever be. I told Nic I’d text her when we’re outside her flat”
“Great” Kimberley smiles, sticking the keys in the ignition and starting the engine, “here we go!”
After picking up Nicola they’ve being on the motorway for about ten minutes before the redhead starts fiddling about with a loaded carrier bag.
“Right I’ve got flying saucers, lemon sherbets, chocolate buttons, dip dabs, chocolate éclairs…anybody want any?”
Cheryl peers round,
“Yeah go on then, pass us them choccie buttons, you want anything babe?”
“Nah” Kimberley shakes her head, “I’m ok for now thanks”
Cheryl takes the bag of chocolate buttons from Nicola and starts chomping away.
“This reminds me of when we were little kids and me dad was still around. He’d take the us on all sorts of adventures, magical mystery tours he called them”
“Like The Beatles song” Kimberley smiles, “roll up, roll up for the mystery tour!”
“Aye, he’d have the cassette playing all the way there and back. I Am the Walrus was me personal favourite”
Nicola giggles,
“Yous only liked that cos you thought it’d got rude lyrics!”
“Crabalocker fishwife, pornographic priestess! Boy you’ve been a naughty girl, you let your knickers down!”
Kimberley breaks into a grin as Nicola sings, Cheryl swaying along with the melody before joining in with the chorus.
“I am the eggman! Oooh! They are the eggmen! Oooh! I am the walrus! Goo goo goo joob! Goo goo goo joob”
The Geordie laughs,
“It’s bonkers but it always reminds me of them summer daytrips”
“Mmhmm” Nicola agrees thoughtfully, “your mam always treated me like her own even before everything…”
The redhead trails off and there’s a few moments of pensive silence before she reaches back into the carrier bag,
“Anyway…ahem…the nostalgia doesn’t end there”
Cheryl’s face brightens,
“Is that Tizer?!”
“The one and only”
Nicola smiles, passing the bottle over. Cheryl gives the redhead’s hand a supportive rub as Kimberley glances across.
“Stick the radio on if you want, or you can connect my Ipod up. I can’t promise you a magical mystery tour but there’s some proper tunes on there!”
“I’m fcuking starving!” Cheryl exclaims bluntly a couple of hours later, the rumbling of her stomach mingling with the Beyonce coming from Kimberley’s Ipod.
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Chim- Can she fix it? YES SHE CAN
FanfictionAll credit goes to GAM! i did not write this, some parts are very graphic, if you are easily offended do not read ! i will label chapters that are graphic. comments and votes are appreciated xx
