Here is my new story. it takes place in Pawtucket, RI, or "The Bucket." It's also an AU. No, not an Astronomical Unit, an Alternate Universe. There is no bending.
This is just to get the story started, so they will start to talk about their lives as a whole living in The Bucket in the next chapter.
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I don't own Legend of Korra. But I'm sure you already knew that.
Korra woke up to the sound of her phone alarm. She lifted herself up, reached for her phone sitting on the nightstand and looked at the time. 11:30. She placed her phone back on her nightstand and dragged herself out of bed to go take a shower.
She shuffled down the hall of her two-story house and pushed the bathroom door open. She looked in the mirror and took off her hair clips along with her other accessories. She pulled off her white under-shirt then slipped off her pajama pants and panties.
After she was done showering, she walked back to her room to get dressed, towel wrapped around her chest. She opened her dresser drawer and chose a pair of baggy blue jeans, a t-shirt that read 'Samuel Adams' and a light, blue jacket. She put on her bra and underwear then put on the rest of her outfit along with her blue and white basketball Nike's. Last, she brushed her hair then put on her blue wristbands, and hairclips. Two in the front and one in the back near the top of her head (But not quite, like in the middle).
She grabbed her phone from her nightstand and checked the time. 12:17. She shoved it in her back pocket then rummaged through her top dresser drawer for her Newport cigarettes. She placed them in her other back pocket then grabbed the lighter sitting on top of the dresser.
She jogged down the stairs and then walked out the front door. She found her two best friends, Mako and Bolin, sitting on the front steps of her porch. Mako held a cigarette between his right middle and index fingers and Bolin held a Sam Adams Boston Lager in his right hand.
Mako wore a black tank top with baggy, light blue jeans, red plaid boxers (because his pants were low enough to see them) and sported black Converses that probably had seen better days. His spikey, jet black hair shined in the noon sun.
Bolin wore an old, Irish green t-shirt, knee length camo shorts and black, slip on Vans. His black hair was a messy slick back with a small curl that dangled in the front.
"Oh, hey Korra," said Bolin turning around to face her, "You're like, 20 minutes late."
"Yeah, sorry guys," Korra sat down in between them and pulled out a cigarette and lit it, "I woke up a little late, I guess." She took a drag on her cig.
Mako stuck his bud into the ash tray next to him. "Well are you ready to go to lunch now?"
"Yeah, I'm ready," she exhaled smoke, "Are we meeting Asami there?"
"No," Bolin took a swig of his beer, "We're picking her up. We should go now so she doesn't get angry."
They all got up and made their way to the black Acura that sat in Korra's driveway. Mako tossed her the keys and they got in. Mako in the passenger's side, Korra driving and Bolin in the back seat.
Korra pulled out of the driveway, cigarette hanging out her mouth, left hand out the window, and on her way to pick up Asami.