My Brother, The Dentist

Chapter 63-

Birthday Present for @RossRavenclaw :) (Think it's a day late, sorrryyyyyy)

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 Sam wanted to make sure I wasn't missing anything. He helped me pack for both hot and cold weather, because 'it's better to be safe than sorry'... according to Sam. He ensured I took my toothbrush, toothpaste and floss (the floss which I secretly never used), even though he knew Adam would have spares if needed.

Sam dropped me off at school in the morning and gave me a big warm hug.
"I'll miss you buddy" he said. "Be good for Adam, okay? He'll be waiting to pick you up when school is finished."
I said my goodbyes to Sam. Admittedly, I was very anxious about him not being around for the whole weekend. I understood he trusted my life in Adam's hands, but the thought of not sleeping at my own house this weekend made me feel physically sick inside, I just couldn't understand why.

Sam would be heading off with Jasmine to enjoy their cruise whilst I was stuck at school. It didn't seem fair. Sam had told me he would drop my bag off at Adam's house before he left for the cruise, so I could be assured that everything I needed would be at Adam's house for when I arrived there.

School was terrible today. Kyle wasn't there for the third day in a row. I really hoped he was okay. Lola wouldn't even make eye contact with me, and I didn't have the guts to go up and speak to her. Besides, she hung around with her friends all day, and I knew they'd all just throw me dirty looks if I attempted to approach them. It wasn't worth the embarrassment.

At least I had Charlie to talk to. The dude who looked like a blonde Harry Potter. He noticed I seemed down in the dumps, and tried to get me to talk about it. But I lied like I always did and pretended I was okay. I knew it wasn't very convincing, but it stopped Charlie from questioning me any further.

When it came to the last lesson of the day, I was honestly just excited for the day to be over. Although I couldn't just go home and lay on the sofa until it was time for bed. I'd probably have to socialise with Adam. Sam had told me countless times to behave, so I guessed that also meant not being rude.

My last lesson was Physical Education. The worst of them all. Today we were playing dodgeball. I was the one who always hid at the back, ducking behind the more sporty people who actually cared about the game. As usual, I was one of the last people to get selected onto the team. Usually Kyle and I would be the last two people sitting on the bench together, and we would laugh about it. But today it just made me feel bad about myself. Nobody wanted me.

We were half way through a game when I began to daydream. I imagined how the weekend would be, and tried to come up with possible conversation starters so my time at Adam's house wouldn't be so awkward. But in my daydream, I forgot I was in the middle of a dodgeball game. A ball came hurtling towards my face, knocking me to the ground. I felt dizzy, and it took me a while to figure out my surroundings. When I looked up, dozens of people were surrounding me, all looking to see if I was okay.