Why does everyone expect to find their mate right on their birthday? I'd love to meet my mate on my birthday, sure. Doesn't everyone? That doesn't mean I have to meet them that day. And that's not what happened to me. I met them a day early. Not knowing they were my mate. Just as a passing person in a park full of tens of people.
My name's Lincoln and this is the story of my journey to find my mate that has escaped me for far too long.
Why do all my family members expect me to be in a relationship 24/7? I'm one person, and not even all that attractive to most. Plus, I swing for the opposite team than my family thinks. Ha, but if I told them that I doubt they'd be happy. Just because I don't have an exact position in the pack does not mean that my mate doesn't matter to me. Of course (s)he will. (S)he'll be the person that's either supposed to get me to swing for the "right" team that my family expects me to like. Or he can make me the happiest and accept the part of me my family would probably hate.
I could probably end all of their judging if I just told them that I was gay. Although in my house it doesn't matter what gender you like, I mean, you'll know when you find your mate. Your other half. The only one for you. Of course they could all just be blinded by what they had been taught growing up. But of course, the perfect image of mates gone right would be my mom and dad. Completely opposite of each other, though the same views on everything. My mom can sometimes get too nosey, while my dad is always laid-back. My grandma teases my mom all the time for it. Apparently when she was in High School she had to write an essay titled "The Perfect Mate" that described all the traits she'd want in a guy.
My dad fulfills all of the traits. He can cook, he cleans, he can stand her singing. And she loves him everyday for it. There's more there of course but I'm not gonna write her long list of reasons why she loves my dad. I've tried to create a list like they describe but as soon as I write the first trait I crumple the paper up and throw it away.
The only thing I can write is; "Must be a male."
Yeah, I'd much rather let Luna pick my mate for me. She knows what's going on in our heads. She knows our deepest desires. She knows the way to help us become stronger. She knows. I gave a soft smile as I thought that and looked up from the piece of paper I had just been staring at for the past five minutes drifting in and out of my thoughts.
I was situated in the local park. Not a lot of people from my school go here so I know it's the best place to sketch and be alone with my thoughts. I glanced around my surroundings seeing the same willow tree I've drawn hundreds of times already, sometimes with people that I don't know sitting under, sometimes I can pull some people from my imagination and draw them, but they're usually the same two people. Me and someone else.
There were people jogging, running, walking, or just talking everywhere. It's not usually this crowded so it was a little overwhelming. I don't do big crowds. The only big crowd I can handle is my pack. I have yet to find my special place in the pack so I was just considered expendable by them. Speaking of my pack a couple walked past me and by their smells they were probably from the pack. I looked around again trying to find something or someone to draw. Someone that really stood out to me. Someone like. . . him.
He was perfect. I couldn't see a fault in him from where I was sitting. I smiled and glanced down at the page ready to draw the picture already coming to life in front of my eyes and I hadn't even set my pencil on the page. I quickly sketched the outline of the fountain he was standing near, obviously waiting for the person in front of him to finish up. I found myself waiting too. My pencil at the ready. I couldn't wait to imprint his image into the page. To go back home and fill in picture with colors and to have it really come to life. That's when I noticed his eye color. It was a light blue and gray from where I could see it. I wrote myself a note of it on the bottom of the page and quickly sketched the outline of his eye, I'd only draw the outlines now, just so I wouldn't forget later, then fill in the finer details later.
As I glanced back up to get ready to draw him, the person in front of him had left and he was bending over getting ready to drink. I sketched the frame of his persons out then began to define the muscles in his arm and legs. They honestly weren't that big showing that he wasn't in a weight-lifting sport or that he does this daily. So I'm going to assume he wasn't in a sport, plus I would've seen him before if he were. It was crucial for all the pack to go to a sports game if one of the members were playing. Which meant I've been to pretty much every game. As I was defining his hamstring group, he finished. I finished his legs which were the more defined part and began on his arms. He ran right past me letting me get a good look at them before he was gone. I had already gotten the rough shape of his clothes and went extremely detailed on his hair. Noting that not one had been in place.
I snapped close my sketchbook and stretched once I had finished on the arms. I raised my arms above my head then let them flop down back to my sides. Not knowing I had just sketched the person that I had just been thinking about.
My mate. My one true love. The only one that can complete me. The one that would get me to panic the most I've ever before.