Nathan

My name is Nathaniel Evans. My family and friends call me Nathan, I prefer the name Nathan, because it's much shorter, I like simple things.

Now if people (especially my friends and my family, and especially my sister Rachel) knew I'm saying; I like simple things, they would laugh out very hard. They think I like complicated things, if you're wondering why they'd be laughing.

They think I'm complicated because; I like tidiness, seriousness, organizing, and most importantly I like studying.

You might call me a geek but I'm not. All I am is; a different, weirder person.

Me and my sister, Rachel Evans, are very different in every way possible, if someone makes a parenting test for us, they'll be totally surprised that we're siblings, but that doesn't change the fact that we are indeed siblings.

That wild, crazy, kind hearted girl is my sister. I am twenty four years old, while she's twenty three, that one year makes me be extra protective of her, which is of course something she doesn't like, but I can't help it, I don't want all those hormone driven guys to seduce her and make problems for her.

Now that I'm far away from her, I can't do anything but call her and my parents to check on her health and emotions, I called her last night to check on her, but she hung up on me after yelling at me that she isn't a child anymore.

So, yeah. You can now guess why I'm saying we're totally different, she yells and shouts all the time, while I'm calm and just... smiling all the time.

Okay, Okay. Not smiling all the time, but you get what I'm saying.

Rachel lives with her best friend, Jessie, who happens to be my childhood friend too, at Jessie's apartment at Louisville, Kentucky.

I live in Gainesville, in the state of Florida, in the dorm with my best friend, Dave. Who happens to be just like me (so much in love with studying). We're studying dentistry, at University of Florida. I know what you might be thinking of right now, you're probably glaring at my figurative image in your head saying; were you crazy, Nathan, To get into school of dentistry?

The answer is... Yes. I was crazy, I am crazy. But it has always been my dream to be a dentist. Unlike other people, I didn't choose to be a dentist because I had a role model (who happened to be a dentist, and saved me magically from pain I was having) when I was a child. I chose to a dentist, because of the exact opposite reason.

I was only five, when I was having a throbbing pain, in my mouth. Being a kid, I had no idea what it was and I was putting my hand over my mouth, and refusing to eat any food, kept crying the entire time.

My parents were worried about me, so they took me to a dentist, who (I still remember) was called Dr.Brown. First of all I had no idea why he was Mr. Brown, his skin color was not even near to brown.. or yellow for that matter, he looked very pale, that for a few minutes I thought he was a vampire, except vampires don't have pale looking lips, and they have fangs, this dentist didn't have fangs, so I decided quickly that he wasn't a vampire.

Second of all, it was terrible. Maybe terrible is not a good word to describe my experience with that dentist, but it was indeed terrible.

I was already having pain, and I was already crying and felt miserable.

Dr. Brown smiled at me, and told my father not to worry, he then told me to open my mouth, I opened my mouth (with tears still streaming down my cheeks) and was putting some sort of thin sticks with a small mirror attached to it (which now I know are called mouth mirrors) to my mouth.

After a while, he told my father that he has to take out me tooth, since it was completely destroyed, my father was worried about it, but Dr. Brown assured him that it won't even cause pain.

Hearing that I visibly relaxed and my crying stopped for a while, my father made a huge mistake then, he told me he'll go buy me sweets , he thought I'll be motivated by that, I admit I was. I even smiled. But we both didn't have any idea what Dr. Brown had in mind.

So my father left me, Dr. Brown's secretary (who was a dentistry student too) came in and wanted to see the procedure).

Dr. Brown sighed and stared at me for a while, not at my mouth but at my eyes who were swollen and red from crying.

"How much do we owe them?" Dr. Brown asked the secretary, reaching for a needle.

"Miranda said it has reached more 7000$" The secretary swallowed, and stared at the doctor, who was now frowning and froze in his tracks for a while.

"Is that so?"

"Yes"

Then Dr. Brown stared at me once more and put the needle he was holding in his hands away, he reached for another tool (I don't remember which one it was). Now that I think of it, it might have been the forceps used back then.

"Are you sure? You won't use anes- I mean umm.. lidocaine?" The secretary asked, his voice has changed.

"I have no choice, I'll go bankrupt. Or worse, be put in prison, It's going to be okay, little boy" He said the last part to me, with a creepy smile on his face.

"What if his father...

"He won't be back soon don't worry"

Then it began the process of extracting my tooth, and let me tell you, it was horrible. I cried the moment the process started and wouldn't calm down, there was the taste of blood in my mouth, and the horrible pain which just didn't go away, it was the same as my previous pain, but much worse.

Thankfully my father was just in time, at first he had no idea what was going on, Dr. Brown told him that his son is just a little bit coward (which is normal for a five-freaking- year old child).

But then my dad saw all the blood and my pale face, and he wasn't stupid to not understand what was going on, so he sues the dentist for giving me all the pain he's caused me. After that incident I told myself; I'll be a different dentist, so here I am studying dentistry. And Dr. Brown who feared of getting into prison, because he hadn't paid the money he owed, was actually out into prison.

So now you know why I have chosen to be a dentist, I even volunteer at a health organization, and sometimes go check on the school kid's teeth health, for free.

I like working as a volunteer, it makes me feel happy to be with all the kids, it also helps keeping me stay on the track of learning.

It's difficult I know, we (students of the medical fields) get very tired, and sometimes our work is taken for granted, but the important thing is to keep trying, to not give up and stay positive.

There's also another problem with the medical fields, which is; not having time to do other stuff. Stuff includes many things, like hanging out with friends, watching our favorite TV shows (Friends), Sometimes I don't even have time to get back to Louisville and stay with my family.

Another thing we don't have time for, is love. In all of its forms; relationship, friendship, marriage etcetera.

It all happened accidentally. My friends are married accidentally. They just fell in love without even trying to look for love. Sometimes I just don't understand people who think they can force destiny and nature to get the love of their life.

Because, let's be honest, that won't happen. Love is unexpected.

However the case is very different for me, it's not like I can't find girls who attract me, or I'm a player, because I'm not. My problem is I know love isn't for me.

Love is an illusion, guys lie to girls telling them they're in love with them , just to get into their pants, and it works most of the time, just tell a girl you love her, she'll claim she's in love with you too, and she'll cling to you like he life depends on you.

Which is something I don't like at all.

I don't like anyone to interfere in my life, or tell me what to do. That's just me.

And girls are all seeking love, because they're desperate for attention, because they're in need of money, some of them just like it because they think it's fun, they also want to show off their boyfriends and their boyfriend's gifts in front their friends.

This is the truth.

But I'm different. I'm realistic, I can't just lie to a girl and tell her I love her, when in fact I don't.

I might just finish university first, then get married probably when I'm thirty. Have kids, and raise them. Just like my own parents, what could be wrong with an arranged marriage anyways? I'll just tell my parents to choose the girl they approve for me.

That way I can stay out of trouble, and stop worrying about unnecessary things, the most necessary thing right now is the blank page right in front of me at the moment.

It's my senior year, I'm searching for the right research, my graduation research to be exact.

I have found a few interesting subject, but still haven't chosen the right one for me, It's my graduation project after all, I want to rock it.

I sigh and stare at the blank page of the Microsoft Word.

Gosh I was supposed to start writing down my research in the already opened page, but I still hadn't figured out what to research about.

"Don't worry you'll find the right one" Dave mumbles, I stare at him to find him sitting next to me, on my bed, having his laptop on his lap, and typing out. I'm so jealous of him right now, that I want to rip his throat.

"I'm freaking out " I say, and run my hands through my hair, Dave chuckles, he's probably thinking that my current condition is so funny, so I grab the pillow under my head and smack him right on the face, making him groan in pain.

"Owww.. What was that for?" He complains, and rubs his face gently.

"Shut the fuck up, I'm already too stressed you asshole" I say, which makes him chuckle one more time, I press my lips into a thin line as I glare at him.

"Okay, Okay. Jeez" He says while holding his hands up in defense "I'm just trying to help"

"Don't say anything, thank you very much" I say, and stare back my laptop screen, searching for the latest researches done this year.

I get so preoccupied that I don't hear my phone vibrating on my bed, Dave suddenly pokes me and hands me my phone.

"It's.. uhh. Rachel" He mumbles, I snatch my phone from his hands and look at the screen.

It was indeed Rachel. The evil Rachel, aka my sister.

"Hey" I say into the phone.

"Heyyyyyy, the sweetest, kindest, most handsome, most adorable, classiest-" Rachel's cheerful voice chirps into the phone , but I just roll my eyes at her with my lips twitching to a smile.

"What do you need this time?" I interrupt her.

"Jeez, be a little cooperative for god's sake, why do you like everything to be said directly?"

"You already know, I don't have much time, I'm busy searching for the right subject to do a research on"

"Oh... too bad" Rachel says feeling a little disappointed, I frown as I hear her sigh sadly.

"Uhh.. do you need anything?" I ask, still staring at the screen in front of me, I can feel Dave leaning a little closer to me.

"It's.. my report" Rachel says, I can see her in my mind, batting her lashes and making a pouty face for me to agree to write her the report, I sigh and bite my lips, this is very hard, especially in my current condition.

"Again?" I ask.

"Yeah.. sorry, it's just you're the brain and I'm the looks, so you really have to help me with it this time too." She answers, making me roll my eyes.

"Tell Jessie to help you this time, I'm sorry but my supervisor told me to make up my mind about my subject until Monday, I have three days left, and you know I want it to be perfect"

"I know, I already told her. She's busy with her own reports too, pretty please?" She begs, making me groan in frustration, I really can't say 'No' to this girl, can I?

"Fine.." I mumble.

"Yayyy, you're the best" She says, and hangs up, just like that.

Gosh, this girl and her nerves. I stare at my phone's screen for a while. Then shake my head and start searching again.

I can feel Dave stare at me from the corner of his eyes, then he slowly leaned even closer to me and cleared his throat.

"Nathan?" He said.

"Yes?" I answer him, still staring at my laptop screen, clicking on a subject which captured my interest.

"What did Rachel want?" Dave asked curiously, making me sigh in frustration as I remembered that now I had to write Rachel's report as well as search for my own thing.

"She wanted me to do her report" I muttered, Dave's brows furrowed he thought about it for a few seconds then stared back at me.

"What did you tell her?" he asked, I shrugged and bite my lower lip.

"I told her I'll do it, she said Jessie was busy, so I had no choice" I say.

"I can do it for her" He said, I thought about it for a while and scratched my head.

"You sure?" I asked.

"Yeah, I'm about to get finished with the current part of my research, I'll do it for her"

"Thank you very much, I'll appreciate it"

"No problem, dude. You're already too stressed"

I sigh and show him the message Rachel has just sent me about the subject of her report and other details, Dave stares at it for a while, then grabs his laptop again and start typing, while holding my phone in his other hand.

I smile feeling relieved, and continue searching.