Hello, AgentAva here! Thank you for clicking on and reading-I really appreciate it :)

I wrote this little four-part fanfic because Bo deserves some love~

Now some background on Briia, our main character (other than the wondrous Bolin, a'course!)

She is a 16-year-old girl that works at the water tribe noodle joint that Bolin goes to a lot, called the Tribe Bar. Oh, and Briia looks a LOT like Korra, just to let you know. :D

Read on my lovelies!

~~AgentAva

Restart, Part 1: The Bed

I woke up to the bright sunlight assaulting my face. I turned myself over to smother my face in my pillow to block out the light, but when I shifted over, my arm hit against something rock solid.

And warm.

Of course, I froze like I had just dipped my hand into a bucket of fish intestine. Slowly, I lifted my face from the pillow and shoved away the blanket of glossy brown hair covering my eyes. He was…well, he was sleeping, to say the least. If we were going into detail I would say that he was lying there with his back towards me, the sunlight just bouncing off his body so that his muscles were defined and might I add, beautiful. This god was handsome, and I hadn't even seen his front side yet. But that would just be going into detail. He twisted a little in his sleep, and pulled the blanket up around his armpits.

That was when things really began to come into focus for me.

I was in bed. With a stranger. And I had no recollection of what had gone on the night before. Crappity crap crap crap.

Scrambling out from under the covers, I jumped away from the sex god and his bed and bumped straight into a mirror. Turning towards it, I took myself in. Spirits, I looked like shit.

But hey, at least my clothes were still on.

I sighed out the panic that had risen inside me. I was still fully clothed in my work outfit, AKA the ugliest thing you will ever wear in your life. I was still in that dumb tan peasant shirt with the stitched-in name on the left breast and baggy navy pants. My shoes were tossed away lazily by the foot of my side of the bed, one boot on its side and the other standing up. My hair had come undone from its standard ponytail. The only thing left untouched on my head was the single braid that trailed down the right side of my face. I tied up the rest of my hair and turned to collect my things.

I put on my thick navy jacket with fur lining first as I tried to sharpen my blurry thoughts. It had been just below freezing for the past few days—I remembered that. Sitting down on the bed, I felt it sink to my weight. It wasn't like I was fat or anything—equipped with my father's natural muscle build would be more like it. Not that I had ever seen my father.

Back to the point, Briia! I reminded myself, and started to pull on my boots. I had been working the super-duper ultra late shitty-shift at the water tribe noodle joint, the Tribe Bar—I remembered that also. Is that what had gotten me to this weird little place with a super-duper ultra hot guy? As I reached for the second shoe, I felt a hand curl around my wrist. I stiffened. I felt the guy turn to face me; I could feel his gaze on my hunched back. What a nice impression to give the stranger I slept with.

He began to stroke the back of my hand lightly with his thumb, trailing the callused digit against my rough skin. I repressed a slight shiver in my system. "Good morning," he was smiling; I could tell by the voice. Oh, man. I was going to have to turn around, wasn't I? Here I was, thinking I could just slip out and no one would ever know and I would be free to wonder, but no. Things are never easy for little old Briia.

"Now where are you—"

I turned to face the voice with my best light smile. As I grazed my dark eyes over his gorgeous green ones and his evenly-toned skin and his loose smile, he took in all of me and his grin faltered.

I grimaced. He let go of my hand. "Obviously not the person you wanted to see, now was it?"

The good-looking god of a man sat up in bed, allowing the sheets to fall off his bare chest, revealing his pecs and the thick abs just under the covers. Despite his hunky body, his brown hair was a mess of wayward hair. It made him come off as simply adorable. "I'm sorry," he started, and he seemed like he really was. As I studied his face, I began to notice the signs of the end of a noodle hangover. The purplish bags, the bit of remaining slur in the voice, the breath. But I shouldn't be talking; from that look in the mirror, it seemed I'd been hitting up the noodle soup, too. "It's just…I thought you were someone else."

I forced a slight laugh and sat back. "Yeah, well, that's me—the one who reminds everybody of somebody else." Everyone but me, I thought solemnly. I'm not who they think I am. I'm just me. Just-Briia. I swung both my legs onto the bed and leaned up against the backboard, ignoring my mother's voice in my head snapping at me to get my boots off the bed, you slob! Despite my gut feeling of wanting to get out and away, I figured, why now? I don't start work 'til later, and besides, who would pass up this hunk of beautiful? Certainly not me, who hasn't had a hunk of anything since that ass from Crescent Island.

"So who is it?" I asked.

He reached for a wife beater on the floor next to his bed and pulled it on. I was almost regretful to see those abs of his go. Then he sank back into his pillow and sighed like a lovesick turtle-duck. Here we go. "She's the awesomest girl in the whole world." He lamented. "Maybe even the universe."

What was I, chopped seal jerky? Okay, maybe that's not fair. Just because we shared a bed did not mean he liked me. Or remembered me, for that matter. But it still hurt to know that this slice of heaven was pining over another girl. Another girl who apparently looked like me, might I add.

"And she is one of the best benders in the entire world—no. She is the best bender in the entire world!" Okay, she had me on that one. I can't even bend.

"Not to mention she is absolutely beautiful." Not as beautiful as you are, hot stuff.

"And she's the Avatar." Nope, I'm done for. Fried. Kaput. I have no standing in the competition for this wonderfully hot guy. I'm out.

"But she doesn't like me." he sighed. That changed everything!

"But why? You are smoking hot!" I complimented him before my brain could catch up and smack my mouth down for speaking out. But he blushed a little, and smiled sheepishly. Well that melted my heart a little.

"Well yeah, but she likes my brother." Ouch. He pulled his knees up to his chest and rested his chin in between his knees. "And then they kissed when I thought everything was going great between us and…well, I'm still broken."

I looked over at him. "Did you tell her that?"

"Noo," he groaned and fell back onto his pillow. "I told her everything was fine and that I was fine with being friends…after all we did together. I mean, I took her to eat water tribe noodles and…" he voice trailed off as something clicked inside me. He had taken her to the Tribe Bar, my place of employment! I knew that the sex god had looked familiar.

I cringed as I brought myself back to the conversation. "Ouch. Friend-zoned, huh?"

He sighed again. This kid might be hot, but he was sort of melodramatic. And heartbroken. "And we are on the same pro-bending team, she and my brother and me, and everything's just so awkward!"

Pro-bending?

Finally, the last piece of the puzzle called "Who the Hell did I Sleep With" was put into place.

Pro-bending. Avatar. Green-eyes. Super hot. Brother.

I gasped in realization as it hit me right off the bed and onto the floor. "Oof!" Ignoring the slight throbbing in my head, I lay there next to his bed, my heart suddenly beating a million a second. He leaned over, obviously confused. "You okay?"

I sat up instantly and looked over at him, my eyes wide and slightly glazed. "You. You're Bolin. You're an earthbender. You're on the Fire Ferrets. I slept with a pro-bender on the Fire Ferrets!"

"Well, techniquely, you passed out on my bed—"

But that didn't matter. At least, not right now. That was why people looked at me funny in the Tribe Bar when I turned around. They thought I was Korra, Avatar Korra! I mean, if Bolin thought I was his best friend (zoned), then we had to look similar from the back. Right?

"Are you okay…?" Bolin asked, bringing me back to my surroundings. I realized he was asking me for my name.

"Briia. I'm Briia."

"Well, Briia," he smiled politely and somersaulted from the bed onto the ground. "Why don't I take you out for breakfast. It'll be my treat, seeing as how you paid for the noodles."

I smiled back just as politely and rose to meet him, ignoring the fading throbbing in my head and the start of an ache in my heart. I was being friend-zoned by the ultimate friend-zonee (Is that even a word?), the first boy I had kind-of had a crush on since that other jerkbender. And spirits, he was just so freaking adorable, it was hard not to hurt a little.

Oh, Briia.

Alright, I'm trying something new. I'll be posting a new part every Sunday, BUT for every review I get, I'll move up that date by one day. :) Let's see if this'll work :D

Thanks for reading and see you next week!

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