It was Friday morning. Tonight I would be sleeping round my orthodontist's house. The more and more I said it to myself, the more and more it sounded weird. But Adam was my brother's best friend, he wasn't just an orthodontist really.
I'd spent over 24 hours with braces now, and they still ached like hell. All I'd been able to eat was soup and extremely soft foods. Yet, it took me ages to eat everything. Sam sat at the dinner table last night for an extra 40 minutes after finishing his food, just so I didn't have to sit there alone. He acted like he was being sympathetic, but really I knew my slow eating agitated him. I didn't want to annoy Adam in the same way.
When I woke up this morning, Sam helped me to pack all the essentials into a big bag. I only needed items for three nights, but
