The Window.

"We're home!" Bolin yelled as he and his brother walked into their home, Mako locking the door behind them.

"In the kitchen." A woman's voice yelled back.

Bolin dropped his book bag in the entryway and walked through the open living room and into the kitchen. Mako followed close behind, picking up his brother's book bag and setting it in one of the cushioned chairs in the living room.

"Hey dad, watch are you watching?" Mako asked as he stood beside his father and looked at the TV screen.

"College playoffs started early this year. I thought you had practice after school?" Mako's father, Yanlin said as he looked back at his son and noticed he wasn't wearing his practice uniform.

Mako sat down on the arm of the couch and glued his eyes to the baseball game on the screen. "I did, but coach got sick and canceled so Bo and I stayed after to get an early start on football conditions." Mako then cursed under his breath and crossed his arms when the batter on the screen swung out.

"Mako." Yanlin said as he glared at his eldest son for a moment.

Mako looked down at his father with a confused look and took a moment to realize what he did. "Oh, sorry."

"So Bo said that the neighbor's daughter signed up for football camp today. Did she really?" The boys' mother, Moriko asked as she crossed her arms and rested against the kitchen doorway.

"You're kidding. Tonraq said she was thinking about it, but wasn't sure if she would go through or not." Yanlin said a little surprised. "Why don't you go over and give her a few pointers?" He laughed as he swatted Mako on the leg. "Out of everyone, you're the only one who hasn't gone over and introduced yourself to the new neighbors."

Mako just shook his head at his father and stood up and grabbed his book bag. "No thanks. I'll be upstairs, I have a paper to finish writing." He said as he headed toward the stairs.

His parents just watched him leave the living room before Moriko decided to speak. "What is with that boy? He used to be so sociable when he was younger."

"He's just getting himself ready for senior year." Yanlin said as he sat back and looked through the channel guide.

"I think he's really worried about everyone saying that Korra might take his spot on the team." Bolin said as he walked up beside his mom with a donut in his hand.

"Why are you eating that? I'm cooking dinner." His mother snapped when she looked at Bolin.

"But I'm hungry." Bolin said in his defense as he hesitated to take a bite, to only have his mother take it away from him.

"You're always hungry." Moriko said as she scolded her son.

"But mom, I'm a growing-."

"I know, I know, 'You're a growing boy'. I've heard it countless of time. Now if you're so hungry, go set the table." She retorted as she pointed into the kitchen. Bolin slumped his shoulders as he walked away to do what he was told.

Upstairs, Mako walked into his room that was a complete opposite from his brother's. His bed was made with the pillows all in there spot, his floor was clean – no stain to be seen on his floor rug -, and all his table tops were clutter free. He set his book bag in its spot beside his desk before sitting in his chair and turning on his desktop. After setting up his computer and pulling up his paper, Mako heard yelling from outside his window. He turned his chair to the side and looked at a window across from his that only showed a dresser and half it's mirror, the end of a bed with a blue comforter, and part of a door.

In the room, from what Mako could see, a white dog jumped on the bed and instantly lied down, as it seemed to wait for something or someone. Someone then walked into view of the window and petted the waiting animal. The person ended up being Korra, with a smile on her face like all the other times Mako saw her in her room. She turned her head toward where she came in and seemed to be yelling something. She then patted her pet's head once more before walking toward the partly shown door and taking off her t-shirt, showing off the back of her white sports bra.

That was Mako's cue to give his neighbor her privacy. He pushed himself up from his chair and walked to his window and pulled his curtains to the center.


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