Bolin awoke to the smell of sizzling bacon. For a moment, he lost recollection of the dream he had just had. As he awoke he began to remember his dream.
A girl.
That girl. The one with red hair and brown eyes. The one that had visited his dreams for well over a month. The impossible girl he had fallen in love with every night.
He jerked out of bed with a twinkle in his eye and stretched. He walked lightly, as if he were on clouds, to the kitchen where he was reminded of the bear-pig bacon on the stove. He looked around his house, the kitchen and living room were connected, with no walls separating the two rooms. He laid down on the couch and, with a sigh, crossed his arms behind his head.
"You had that dream again, didn't you," came the comment from his elder brother.
Bolin looked over at Mako from his place on the couch, a blush creeping across his face. Between the brothers nothing much needed to be said, that was helpful in the arena, during a fight, but not when privacy was wanted. Of the things that annoyed him about his brother, that had to be the most prominent.
"You do know she's not real, right?" Mako asked with a sigh.
"Come on Mako, not today," Bolin sighed with pleading eyes.
"You have to grow up some time."
"What if she is real, what if its a sign?"
Mako ignored his younger brother and rolled his eyes as he put a plate of food down in front of his brother. "Practice is in ten minutes, eat up."
Bolin ate quickly and thought about his mysterious girl with auburn hair. In his dreams she was spontaneous, fun and an amazing cook. He wondered if she would be so perfect when he finally found her. He knew it would happen one day, he would be walking down the street and she would bump into him. They would recognisze him immediately. She would fall endlessly in love with im, and one day they would get married.
He realized that he had been staring at a wall for five minutes and got up quickly, ditching his plate in the sink and got changed for practice.