"I'm really sore," Collin complained.
"That sucks."
"Aubrey," he whined.
"Collin," I mocked.
"Aubrey I'm sore."
"I heard you the first six times."
He was currently lying on his living room floor, calling to me as I cut up ingredients for a smoothie in the kitchen.
"You're so mean to me," Collin complained.
I ignored him, dumping my ingredients into the blender.
"Did you put blueberry in there?" he called.
"No," I declined, before turning the blender on.
He let out a long sigh, giving me a look.
"Why are you so whiny today?" I asked, with a laugh.
"Because I'm sore."
"I think we've established that."
"And I have to start Chemo next week."
"Well, why dwell on that?"
"And Districts start tonight without me."
I jutted out my bottom lip.
"I'm
