"Grumps."
"Shut up, Lia."
"Grumps-bumps, Thea-chumps."
I rolled my eyes, not interested in paying attention to my sister's lack of creativity.
It was her self-made go-to rhyme whenever she had to resort to teasing me about things she found hilarious; the key is to remember that her sense of humour is way below average.
Not only could I definitely cross out poet or comedian as her career option, at this rate she'd have serious trouble paying rent.
It was a good thing that we had planned to move in together after graduation, given her inability to be self-dependant. For starters, there would be at least ten alarms all around the place. The guy at the nearest Chinese take-out would have been her best-friend and don't even get me started on the laundry.
That said, this plans only wor
