"Are we there yet?"
If Ian's past self from three years ago could have seen him today, willingly spending time with Amy and Dan Cahill in a small enclosed space, he would have - he would have - Actually, Ian wasn't sure what he would have done, but he certainly would not have been happy. The annoying boy in the backseat was certainly not helping matters.
"Amy, could you please control your brother? If he's going to spend this mission asking inane questions, I might not make it through with my sanity intact."
"I only asked once!"
"And that was more than enough!"
"Can you two please be quiet? I want to hear this." Some silly song was playing on the radio, and it was evidently one that Amy liked. She smiled softly and began to sing quietly, under her breath.
"Ugh, Amy, do you have to?"
"Leave her alone. I rather enjoy it." Which was not to say, of course, that he thought she could sing well. Quite the opposite, in fact.
Still, the way she so obviously gained so much joy from such a simple activity, and the way she endeavored not to bother others while doing so... It would be such a shame if she stopped.
The song was quite catchy, he had to admit, at least to himself. And if he was going to be stuck with Amy and her idiotic brother for the next few hours, he might as well enjoy himself.
"... Ian?"
"Yes?"
"You know this song, don't you?"
"I am not singing along to this vile, base - "
"You were doing it just now."
"I would never - "
"You just were."
"I assure you, there is nothing that could possibly tempt me to sing a song as common and disgusting as this one."
"We could sing together if you want."
And that is the story of how the great Ian Kabra came to sing along to a boy band song. Publicly.
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