Summer 2010
They say that Fate is a tricky little thing. They say that she can be a little fickle. That sometimes, she'll change her mind, moving key players, as if they are on a chessboard, trying to get to the end goal. Sometimes she'll have a plan in mind, but then change it, and no one really knows the outcome. No one but Fate herself.
She's at a concert now, she's not sure of the band playing, it has little significance, She watches her two little babies, one fifteen, the other seventeen. The younger one is closer to the stage. He's here with his best friend, the friend freshly sixteen with her driver's license. The younger one has his hair shaved closely to his head, the same it's been for awhile. His body moves to the music, a smile on his face.
The older one is a few rows back, where he can easily see the younger one. The older one is with his sister, who seems more enthusiastic than he does. The sister is bopping along to the song playing, while the older one just stands there, a little stiff, a little awkward, but a small smile on his face.
Fate watches her two babies closely. Watches as the older one loosens up, his foot tapping along to the beat. Watches as the younger one's smile grows, his first real smile in a while. She should make her move, help them find each other, her babies. Help them discover the plan's she has for them, but she holds back. It's not time yet, she reasons. Just a little bit longer.
The younger one suddenly declares that he needs to go to the bathroom. This is it, she reasons, this is the moment she needs. She's just getting ready to move them closer together, when she stops. The older male is content now. Ready to stay where he is. He's got a smile on his face, and his sister is dancing around him. She watches as he checks his phone, a text from that pretty girl he was eyeing from his neighborhood, the one he's known for awhile.
Fate sits back, her mind speeding through possibilities. It's not time yet, she reasons. Not time for them to understand all she has planned for them. They have no idea of what she has in store. They are destined for great things, her two little ones, here without a clue, but not yet. Fate is content to wait for them, wait for them to be a little more prepared for all that is in store. Letting them meet now would change their destinies. Change the course of their lives, change their fate.
She pulls back a little, watches the scene playout. Watches how the younger one passes by the older one's row, without even a second glance. Watches as the older one's gaze remains focused on the stage, unaware that the one he is destined for is passing him by without a second glance.
Fate leaves the concert with a smile on her face. She has just set into motion one of her epic love stories, one that will be talked about, gossiped about, shouted from the roof tops about, and no one knows yet. She will hear of them in many of the years to come. Her two little ones, who just happened to be at the same concert, at the same time, and they don't even know it. Her two little ones who'll create a spark, and then a fire.
Their story, with her woven in, is beginning.