“I wish I had braces,” Brett sighed as he stretched out on my bed.
“You can have ‘em,” I replied, slaying yet another elf on the video game we were playing. “I can’t stand having them.” I didn’t get the fascination he had for my metal mouth. He’d never have to worry about braces. His teeth were perfect. He’d never even had a cavity!
We were hanging out at my place for the afternoon, even though it was brutally hot again. We could have gone to his place and had central air, but