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With a bright smile, Niall raced to the kitchen on socked feet that slid on the wooden kitchen floor, grabbing a box of goldfish and a bottle of grape juice that sloshed in his arms. It was completely a random choice of snacks, but the blond boy was feeling a little hungry. "I love those things!" He stuck out his tongue at the curly haired lad, carrying the food with him as he hurried up the stairs. "They're really squishy!" He yelled from the top of the stairs, hearing his Irish accent echo throughout the house. Although he hadn't had any sugar that day, Niall was feeling quite hyper. Perhaps it was the fact that they had moved into a new house- it was pretty amazing so far.