Here's chappy numba 2. Gets real interesting. So let's get goin', shall we?
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Chapter 2
Asami pulled up to Mako's house and saw Korra's 2010 El Camino. She parked her Harley behind it, grabbed her guitar and walked into the open garage to see Mako, Bolin and Korra all at their instruments.
"Hey guys," Asami said with sadness and anger (Sad + Mad = Smad), "How's it goin'?" She took her guitar out of its case and put the strap over her head and adjusted it then plugged it into the amp beside her.
Mako plugged in his red Stratocaster then adjusted the strap to his liking around his neck. "Same old, same old." Mako said as he tuned up his instrument. "My dad wants me to be a lawyer." He grabbed a red pick from his jeans pocket. "He still doesn't believe I can make it without connections. I mean can he get anymore infuriating? GAHHH!" Mako clenched his fists and almost punched through the drywall of the garage but Korra caught his fist.
"Mako, calm down. You don't want another broken wrist, do you?" Mako nodded as Korra walked back to her blue, nine piece drum set that said 'Team Avatar' on the bass drum, the name of their band. She began to adjust the mics near the toms.
Bolin finished tuning his bass guitar. It was a green Fender Deluxe PJ with 'Team Avatar' written across the top right-hand corner. He had a sad expression written all over his face. Mako noticed this.
"What's wrong, Bo?" Mako placed a hand on his shoulder.
"Why does he pull me into the arguments between you two sometimes?" Mako already knew who he was talking about. Bolin looked up at him with sad eyes. What could he say? The dude was adorable.
"Because he wants you to follow in his footsteps, too. He wants you to be like him. But you're not, Bo. You're a strong person, who can endure anything and stand up for yourself. You're as unbreakable and tough as a rock." He patted his back and ruffled his hair. Bolin smiled at this then fixed his hair.
"Thanks Mako." He put on a wide grin that made him laugh.
"No problem, Bro." Mako turned to the microphone and spoke into it. "Alright. Is everyone ready?"
"Yep." The other three band mates answered simultaneously.
No matter how hard you try, you can't stop us now we're the renegades in this atomic age we're the renegades in this atomic age Since the Prehistoric ages and the days of ancient Greece We're the renegades of funk We're the renegades of funk From a different solar system many many galaxies away Now renegades are the people with their own philosophies We're the renegades of funk We're the renegades of funk We're poppin', shockin', rockin', put a side of hip-hop We're the renegades of funk We're the renegades of funk We're teachers of the funk There was a time when our music Say jam sucka!(JAM SUCKA) We're the renegades of funk (funk) We're the renegades of funk (funk) We're the renegades of funk (funk) We're the renegades of funk (funk)
No matter how hard you try, you can't stop us now
this atomic age of renegades
this atomic age of renegades
Right down through the Middle Ages
Planet earth kept going through changes
And then the renaissance came, the times continued to change
Nothing stayed the same, but there were always renegades
Like Chief Sitting Bull, Tom Paine
Dr. Martin Luther King, Malcolm X
They were renegades of their time and age
The mighty Renegades
(funk!)
We're the renegades of funk
(funk!)
(funk!)
We're the renegades of funk
(funk!)
We are the force of another creation
A new musical revelation
And we're on this musical mission to help the others listen
And groove from land to land singin' electronic chants like
Zulu nation
Revelations
Destroy all nations(x6)
They change the course of history
Everyday people like you and me
We're the renegades, we're the people
With our own philosophies
We change the course of history
Everyday people like you and me
C'mon!
(funk!)
We're the renegades of funk
(funk!)
(funk!)
We're the renegades of funk
(funk!)
Because where we're goin' there ain't no stop
Poppin', shockin', rockin', put' a side of hip-hop
Because where we're goin' there ain't no stop
We Poppin',and shockin',and rockin', and put a side of hip-hop!
'Cause we're poppin', shockin', rockin' put a side of hip-hop
Poppin', shockin', rockin', put a side of hip-hop!
(funk!)
We're the renegades of funk
(funk!)
(funk!)
We're the renegades of funk
(funk!)
And not of empty popping
We're blessed with the force and the sight of electronics
With the bass, and the treble the horns and our vocals
'Cause everytime I pop into the beat we get fresh!
Was something called a Big Street beat
People would gather from all around
To get down to the big sound
You had to be a renegade in those days
Take command of the dance floor
Say jam sucka!(JAM SUCKA)
Say groove sucka (GROOVE SUCKA)
Now groove sucka (GROOVE SUCKA)
Say dance sucka (DANCE SUCKA)
Say dance sucka (DANCE SUCKA)
Say move sucka (MOVE SUCKA)
Now move sucka (MOVE SUCKA)
(x2)
We're the renegades of funk (funk)
We're the renegades of funk (funk)
We're the renegades of funk (funk)
We're the renegades of funk (funk
"That was great guys, let's take a break and go to lunch." Said Mako as he set his guitar down on a stand; as did Asami and Bolin.
"Great, I'm fucking starving." Said Korra as she twirled both drum sticks in her hands. "OHH, let's go to Wendy's."
"OHH, yeah. Let's go to Wendy's." Bolin interjected. "I want a Baconator." He closed his eyes and licked his lips.
"We went to Wendy's last time, guys." Mako scratched the back of his neck. "Plus, I don't like their service."
"Liar." Asami interjected. "You just don't wanna go there because you used to work there."
"No. It was because I caught one of the workers eating soft serve right out of the machine." Mako snapped.
"Well he probably got fired and hired by Taco Bell to lick shells." Asami joked as Korra hit her snare drum twice then her cymbal, making Bolin laugh.
"Alright, fine." Mako pinched the bridge of his nose. "Let's go to Wendy's." Korra and Bolin cheered as Korra did a drum fill. "Korra, you're driving." She frowned as she set her sticks on her snare.
"Alright, let's go." Korra said flatly as she fished her keys out of the pocket of her baggy blue jeans.
"Hey." Mako exclaimed. "Those are my jeans." Mako pointed to them.
Korra looked down at the worn out jeans. "Oh yeah. I think you left them at my house a while back." She explained. "I guess they got washed and shrunk a bit." She shrugged. "You want them back?" She jokingly began to unzip them.
"NO!" Mako half yelled. "You can keep them."
She zipped the fly back up and smirked as she crossed her arms. "Don't wanna see your girlfriend naked?"
"No, it's just that Asami and Bolin are here."
Asami interjected. "Oh please, Mako." Asami placed her guitar on the stand behind her. "It's not like me or Bolin haven't seen Korra naked before." She rested her hands on her hips and shifted her body weight to one leg. "In fact, it occurs during her drunken mishaps."
Mako turned his attention to Korra. He wasn't angry, confused, or sad, though; just shocked. He mentally slapped himself. "Did you make-out with them?" Mako cross-pointed to Asami and Bolin.
"Only Asami." She huffed. "Thank the Spirits Bolin didn't let me."
"Wait a minute." Mako paused holing his hands up. "Why did Asami let you?" He pointed with both hands still in the air to Asami.
"I was drunk, too." Asami answered. Mako stared at her with a shocked expression. "Hey, we just wanna have fun. Right, Korra?" They both draped their arms around each other's shoulders and gave comically wide grins. "That's right, Bra." Korra responded.
"Can we go now?" Bolin asked clutching his growling stomach.
Korra let go of Asami and began walking to her car. "Yeah, let's go."
She got in the driver's seat and put the key in the ignition and turned it on. Mako got in the passenger's seat and Bolin and Asami hopped in the back. Korra put the car in drive then drove down the street.
"Damn, Bro's." Korra exclaimed as she looked out the window. "You live in a nice ass neighborhood." She marveled the big, well groomed houses they passed.
Korra's POV
"It's really not that nice." Mako said; picking lint off of his red Stone temple Pilots t-shirt and light blue, faded ripped jeans. He dusted off his left black converse shoe with a scorch mark on the toe when he accidentally lit them on fire. He was always infatuated with fire because he's a pyromaniac. When they were kids, he always used to take his Mother's hairspray and Father's lighter and make a flamethrower. When he was around fire his eyes would grow wide with amazement and desire. It's his element.
Out of Korra's POV
Then she snapped back into reality as she continued the conversation. "Compared to where I live it is." She took a sharp left as Mako held on to the handle above him. "I live in the hood. It's awful. I have to park my car in the backyard so no one will steal it." Said Korra as she took a sharp right. Mako let out a low pitched "SHIT!"
"Damn, Korra." He held his chest. "Stop driving like that" He commanded. "This is Republic City not Rhode Island."
"Hey." She joked. "We Rhode Islanders take offence to that." She giggled.
"Hey we're here." Bolin said. "Drive thru or inside?"
Korra parked in a space and took out the keys. "Let's eat inside."
They got out of the car and walked into the restaurant. Bolin walked up to the counter and perused the menu. A woman walked up to the counter wearing the Wendy's uniform. She looked to be about his age. She had dark skin and long dark brown hair. She had on a genuine small smile.
"Can I take your order, dude?" The woman asked.
Bolin stood up straight. "I'll have a Baconator with one patty, a medium soda and a small fries." She typed the order into the computer in front of her.
Asami walked up to the counter next. "I'll have a small Apple Pecan salad, no dressing, and a small water cup." The woman typed in the order.
Mako approached the counter next. "I'll also have an Apple Pecan salad, with dressing, and a small soda." The woman once again typed in the order.
Korra ordered next. "I'll have a Cheeseburger with two patties, no pickles, large fries, 6 piece chicken nuggets, two packets of barbeque sauce, and a medium soda." The woman barely got the order in.
"Is that for here or to go?" Asked the woman.
"For here." Replied Korra as she turned around to see her friends gaping at her.
She leaned against the counter. "What?" She asked skeptically.
"How can you eat so much and stay so… so… Skinny?" asked Bolin motioning toward her figure.
"I work out five days a week." She answered. "I have a personal gym in my house." She said as if they already knew which they did.
"Oh yeah." Bolin said face palming.
Mako's POV
Korra loves to play with water. She loved the Ocean and how calm it is. When we were kids, she used to take me to the bay to watch the ocean waves roll onto the shore then retreat. But since she can't sit still for more than 6 minutes, she would bring me into the ocean and splash me. I would always play along with her and we would always end up soaking wet when we got home. I would complain and try to wring the water out of my clothes. But she didn't mind being soaked in water. She said it was 'refreshing' and made her 'feel calm.' Her eyes would become tranquil and focused at the sight of water. It's her element.
Out of Mako's POV
"Your food is ready, dudes and dudettes." She placed two trays of food then a bag containing two salads on the counter. Then grabbed their food then sat down at a table for four. Korra sat next to Bolin and Asami sat next to Mako.
Korra and Bolin arranged their food in a certain order; placing the food items in designated spots of the tray before eating. Burger at the bottom left corner, fries and chicken nuggets at the top right corner or bottom right, soda at the top left, and condiments in the middle.
They also ate alike. They bite off more than they can chew, they eat with their mouths open, they make a mess, they use their hands as napkins as opposed to an actual napkin, they try to drink the ice when they've finished their drink and they always burp really loud. Not necessarily in that order, though. Asami and Mako ate their salads with manners like normal people.
Korra and Bolin finished their meals at the same time. They sat back in their chairs and both burped really loudly, laughed for no apparent reason then high-fived each other.
Korra groaned. "I have to do some gnarly cardio tomorrow." She snickered.
"I should go for a jog tomorrow." Bolin added.
"You guys ready to go?" asked Asami as she got up to throw away everyone's trash.
"Yeah." Korra groaned. She uneasily got up and repressed the urge to throw up her lunch. "If Mako drives." She tossed the keys to Mako.
On their way back to Mako and Bolin's house, they stopped at the liquor store to get some beer. Mako and Bolin stayed in the car and waited for Korra and Asami to finish shopping.
"Alright." Korra stood at a fridge looking at the assortment of beer Republic City Liquors has to offer. "Me and Bo want Samuel Adam's Boston Lager and you and Mako want… What do you and Mako want?" She asked turning to Asami who was scanning the shelf of Vodka.
"He wants Cinnamon flavored Skyy Vodka and I want regular Skyy Vodka." She replied as she continued to look through the brands. "Marshmallow, Chocolate Mousse, Cookies 'n Crème, Coffee…"
"Gross." Exclaimed Korra. "Why the hell would anyone want Coffee flavored Vodka?"
"AHA!" Asami took a bottle off the shelf. "Cinnamon Flavored Vodka." She then grabbed a bottle of regular Vodka off the shelf and walked to the counter. Korra quickly grabbed two six packs of bottled Sam Adam's Boston Lager and ran to the counter.
"That'll be $72.18 cents." Says the cashier as he bags their drinks. Korra and Asami pay the man, grab their liquor and leave.
Korra placed the six pack of Boston Lager on the floor of the passenger's seat by her feet. Asami set the paper bag containing her and Mako's Vodka next to her in the back seat.
"Took you two long enough." Mako said turning on the car and backing out of the parking space.
"Just drive, dude." Korra snickered.
"Don't call me 'dude', okay." He commanded as he put the car in drive then pulled out of the parking lot of Republic City Liquors.
"Right." She threw her hands up. "Sorry, Bro." She smirked at him as he gave her an annoyed glare which just made her laugh. "You're so cute when you're angry." She poked his cheek but he ignored it.
Korra gave up trying to make him mad so she turned on the radio and pressed the CD setting then skipped to track 14. I Love Rock 'n Roll by Joan Jett. Mako', Bolin's, Asami's and Korra's favorite. All four of them began to sing along and pretend they were playing instruments. Except for Mako who just tapped the steering wheel because he was driving.
I saw him dancin' there by the record machine I love rock n' roll Ow! He smiled so I got up and asked for his name Said can I take you home where we can be alone An' next we were movin' on Next we were movin' on I love rock n' roll Ow! Said can I take you home where we can be alone Next we were movin' on I love rock n' roll I love rock n' roll I love rock n' roll I love rock n' roll I love rock n' roll
I knew he must a been about seventeen
The beat was goin' strong
Playin' my favorite song
An' I could tell it wouldn't be long
Till he was with me, yeah me
And I could tell it wouldn't be long
Till he was with me, yeah me, singin'
So put another dime in the jukebox, baby
I love rock n' roll
So come and take your time and dance with me
That don't matter, he said,
'Cause it's all the same
He was with me, yeah me
He was with me, yeah me, singin'
So put another dime in the jukebox, baby
I love rock n' roll
So come an' take your time an' dance with me
He was with me, yeah me,
An we'll be movin' on
An' singin' that same old song
Yeah with me, singin'
So put another dime in the jukebox, baby
I love rock n' roll
So come an' take your time an' dance with me
So put another dime in the jukebox, baby
I love rock n' roll
So come an' take your time an' dance with
So put another dime in the jukebox, baby
I love rock n' roll
So come an' take your time an' dance with
So put another dime in the jukebox, baby
I love rock n' roll
So come an' take your time an' dance with
So put another dime in the jukebox, baby
I love rock n' roll
So come an' take your time an' dance with me!
Just as the song ended they were back at Mako and Bolin's house. Korra and Asami grabbed the alcohol before they exited the vehicle.
Mako locked Korra's car and walked around it to find his Father's car wasn't in the driveway. "Must've left to errands 'er somethin'." He mumbled to himself. But when he walked into the kitchen, there was a note taped to the microwave. He ripped it off and began to read it.
Dear boys,
I had to go on a last minute business trip and I'll be gone for about 2 and a half months. Please take care of the house and don't break anything. Mako heard a crash come from the living room and a 'Shit' from Korra as he sighed and continued to read the note. I won't nag you, but I will ask you to clean the house when needed. If you need anything just call. –Dad.
Mako put the note down on the counter then walked to the living room to find Bolin hanging upside down on the couch, Asami drinking her Vodka straight from the bottle and Korra watching Spongebob Squarepants on the flat screen TV. In fact, they were all surrounded by the TV. Mako sighed and saw the shattered remains of a glass on the floor.
"Korra." Mako called. Korra turned to him. "Did you break this glass?" He pointed to the shards spread across the floor. Her eyes turned to the direction he was pointing.
She stared at it for a good 2 minutes before she spoke. "Nnnnnnnoooooooo?" She stared at him, expressionless, before she put on a wide comical grin that usually meant she was sorry.
Mako sighed and grabbed the vacuum cleaner from the closet in the living room. He plugged it in and tapped the on button with his foot and cleaned the mess himself. He put back the vacuum then turned off the TV.
"HEY!" Bolin complained. "We were gunna find out what was in Patrick's secret box." Bolin said as he sat up the right way. He grabbed a beer and popped of the top with his Fender Guitar bottle opener. He took a swig then placed it on the old coffee table in front of him.
The wooden coffee table didn't match the rest of the room. It was old, unstable, beat up and had probably seen better days. The rest of the room, however, was quite elegant. There were thin white curtains hanging from the windows, red trim and white walls. The floors were hard-wood and shiny. The furniture was red corduroy with a very thin white outline, which matched the red and gold intricately designed rug with white tassels. And the best part was the small, but fancy, gold and crystal chandelier hanging in the middle of the room. But the coffee table didn't match at all.
"I already saw this one." Mako explained. "Patrick has the embarrassing photo of Spongebob at the Christmas party."
"Party pooper." Bolin sat back into the couch when an idea hit him. He smirked and ran upstairs to his room where he dug through his closet and pulled out a bong and a fairly large bag of marijuana. He ran downstairs and set it down on the coffee table.
Mako wasn't shocked, though because he supports the legalization and use of marijuana. "Okay, Bolin." He crossed his arms and snickered before reaching into his pocket and grabbing a silver Zippo lighter that had his name written on it in cursive.
Korra stumbled into the living room drinking her Sam Adams. Her hair was disheveled and pulled back into a messy side braid. Her t-shirt was wrinkled, the left pant leg of 'her' jeans was rolled up just below her knee and her converses somehow got dirtier.
Once she spotted the bong her eyes grew wide and she stumbled over to it. "Whoa. We gunna get stoned?" Korra asked examining the clear, blue, red and green bong.
"Yup." Mako said as he filled the bong with some weed and water. He brought the top to his mouth then lit the bowl before pulling it out and exhaling smoke. He passed it to Bolin who repeated the process; as did Korra and Asami.
By 4:00pm they were all drunk and high. They sat in front of the TV watching the Food Network, laughing hysterically.
"Why's that dude such an asshole?" asked Korra frowning at the TV.
"I dunno. Maybe he has to take a big shit." Bolin said as he and Korra laughed hysterically.
Mako's stomach growled. "I dunno 'bout you guys, but I'm hungry." Mako stumbled off of the chair he was sitting in and staggered into the kitchen.
He opened the cabinet next to the dishwasher and grabbed two family size bag of Nacho Cheese and Cool Ranch Dorito's and set them on the counter. He opened the fridge and took out sour cream whipped cream and some bean dip and placed them next to the Dorito's. He rummaged through the cabinet beside the fridge and found Peanut Butter, Corn Flakes, Marshmallows, Twix candy bars, Twinkies, Funny Bones and cupcakes.
He put the food items in a significantly large bowl sitting on the kitchen counter. He carried it into the living room and dumped out its contents onto the floor. Mako moved the coffee table out of the room so there would be more space.
They all immediately started to eat. Korra took the Cool Ranch Dorito's and sour cream and shared it with Mako as she sat in his lap on the floor. While Bolin and Asami made different combinations of the food.
Mako flipped through the Channels until he hit MTV. He was about to change it because it was a commercial but something caught his ear.
You and your band can get signed at Boomin' Bumi Records. That's right you can get signed at BBR if you sign up for an audition at the following BBR music shops in these locations: Sacramento CA, Las Vegas NV, Albany NY, Tampa Bay FL, Quebec Canada, Atlanta GA and Republic City ME. You could have a chance to make it big. Sign-ups close September 14th. This message is sponsored by Yamaha and BB Records.
Mako reached for a pen and pad sitting on a side table next to the couch and quickly wrote down a note for himself so he wouldn't forget to go to the BBR music store to sign up for an audition. He placed the pad back on the table.
Bolin, Korra and Asami were too high and drunk to even acknowledge, let alone comprehend the commercial, so they didn't know what it was. But they seemed to be pleased by the fact the 16 and Pregnant was on. Mako looked at the cable box clock. 2:30am.
The next morning, Mako woke up on the bathroom floor covered in chocolate an cornflakes. He slowly got up and walked out the bathroom door holding his pounding head. "I have the worst hangover right now." He mumbled as he staggered down the stairs and into the living room where he finds a mess of trash and crumbs. He walks over to the couch and finds his brother sleeping. His hair was styled into a fohawk, his jeans down around his ankles, shirt shoved down his green plaid boxers, a penis was drawn on his forehead and he was covered in whipped cream.
Mako slapped him in the face and he instantly awoke. He shot up and got into a defensive stance until he realized it was only his brother.
He groaned and held his head in pain. "Oh. Hey, Mako. What happened? You're covered in cornflakes and… I hope that's…" He slid two fingers across Mako face then licked his fingers. "Yup, chocolate." Bolin explained.
"Even if it was shit, why would you taste it?" He asked rather annoyed.
Bolin shrugged then looked down to find his shirt in his boxers. He pulls it out and throws it to the floor.
He gets up off the couch and almost falls. He pulled up his pants and tightened the belt but left his boxers visible. "Let's just find Asami and Korra." He says as he jumps over the couch to avoid the trash on the floor.
"Let's change first." Mako suggested. "Because I'm covered in chocolate and you're covered in…" Mako gestured towards Bolin.
"… Whipped cream." Bolin sighed.
"Let's just get dressed." Mako said as he walked up the stairs followed by Bolin.
Mako situated himself in the bathroom in his room took off all his clothes and threw them in his hamper to worry about them later. He didn't even bother to take a shower because it was 8:00am and he had a hangover. Which meant that if he took a shower now, he would fall asleep. He would have to wait till later.
Instead, he wet a wash cloth and cleaned himself with it. He dried himself with a towel then went to go pick out clothes to wear. He picked out a faded black t-shirt that said 'Green Day American Idiot' on it and had a picture of a hand holding a heart shaped hand grenade. He pulled on baggy, light blue jeans with holes in the knees and singed bottoms from when he stupidly kicked a lit Roman Candle sticking out of the ground into the ocean when he was drunk last 4th of July. He pulled on an old pair of black and red Nike's then went back to his bathroom to style his hair into his usual spikey fix using Axe hair gel.
Bolin stripped down naked and threw his dirty clothes in the corner of his room. He took a cold, five minute shower, dried himself off then went to go put on an outfit. He chose a green band t-shirt that said 'Cypress Hill' in white text and had a marijuana leaf on it. He pulled on some baggy Irish green sweatpants that said 'Aeropostale' in white letters down the right leg. He slipped on some green slip-on vans with white souls then styled his hair back into its normal, and somewhat messy, chic.
He walked down the stairs and met Mako back in the living room. "Ready to look for the girls, Mako?"
"Yeah let's go." He pointed to the stairs. "I'll look on the third and fourth floor; you look on the second and first level. Got it?"
Bolin gave thumbs up then began to look for the girls while Mako ran upstairs. His head pounding every three seconds.
He prowled the third floor looking for at least one of the girls. He looked in every room and corner. He almost went up to the fourth floor when he realized he missed the bathroom. So he opened the door and found Korra passed out in the bathtub holding a beer bottle. She was covered in beer and, for some unknown reason, flour. She was wearing just a bra, his boxers and his red plaid pajama pants. He went to go pick her up when he realized her vomit was in the toilet. He winced at the sight then flushed the toilet. The sound, apparently, was enough to wake Korra up from her drunken slumber.
She sat up, gripped her head and moaned in pain. "What the hell happened last night?" She looked at her outfit. "Why am I wearing Mako's clothes? And why are they covered in flour chocolate and whipped cream… And wears my shirt?" She looked up and saw Mako leaning against the sink. "Mako." She climbed out of the bathtub and slowly stood up, dropping the bottle she was holding. "What happened?"
Mako held his own head in pain. "I assume we got really drunk and high." He responded.
"Oh yeah." She gripped her disheveled hair and walked out of the bathroom. "Come on; let's find me some clothes to wear."
"I think I have some stuff that doesn't fit me anymore, follow me." Korra followed him to his room and gave her a red t-shirt that said 'Mako' in black text, clean boxers and grey sweatpants that said 'Abercrombie' down the left leg. She then used his bathroom mirror to style her hair into a tight side braid.
"Alright. I'm done." Korra explained. "Let's go help Bolin find Asami."
Just as they got downstairs to the second floor they heard a call from Bolin's gaming room that made them hold their heads in pain. "GUYS! COME HERE!" It was Bolin.
They walked through the door of the gaming room and there was Bolin helping Asami up. Once she was up she steadied herself. "I'm fine, Bo." She walked into the bathroom and splashed some water on her face. When she looked in the mirror she realized she was covered in whipped cream and flour. "Why am I covered in whipped cream and flour?" She grabbed her hair. "Why is there chocolate in my hair?"
"Yeah, we all kind of had a similar dilemma." Bolin said. "Here let me get you a change of clothes." He offered and she accepted.
"Korra and I will be downstairs." Mako said as he walked out the gaming room, Korra following suit.
Bolin gave Asami privacy while she showered. He then gave her one of his old t-shirts that didn't fit him that said 'The Sugar Hill Gang' on it and a pair of plain maroon sweats. She used his bathroom to brush her hair and she was ready.
As they walked into the living room, they heard Korra scream in pure joy.
"HOLY SHIT, MAKO! THIS IS THE ONLY CHANCE WE COULD HAVE TO ACTUALLY BE DISCOVERED!" Screamed Korra at the top of her lungs.
"Do you have to be so loud? We have neighbors." Mako said rubbing his temples.
"FUCK THEM!" Korra screamed.
"What's goin' on?" Bolin interjected.
"Last night when we were stoned and wasted, Mako saw a commercial on MTV that advertised an audition for a spot at BB records." Exclaimed Korra holding up a not she found. Bolin took it and read it out loud
Dear future Mako,
You saw this commercial that said you could get signed for a deal at Boomin' Bumi Records. Just go to the BBR music shop and sign up for an audition. But the sign-ups close September 14th and it's September 4th so don't waste time and practice until then. –Past Mako
"Sweet." Bolin and Asami exclaimed simultaneously.
Mako sipped his coffee and got up. "Yeah. But first thing's first." They all looked at him confused before they realized the mess they've made. "Let's clean up."
How was the second chappy? Sorry if it was too long. But I was in the zone and I couldn't stop typing.
Anywho, If you wanna find out what happened to Mako, Korra, Bolin and Asami, it'll be the next chapter. And they don't know they video taped it yet. That's the only spoiler you're getting.
Also, sorry for the long ass disclaimer. I realize now that I could've just said "I don't own Legend of Korra or any of the real-life products or businesses I've mentioned in this Chapter." But I didn't cause I'm stupid.
Review, Favorite and Follow. I'll see you cool cats on the flip side. Laterz.
Bolin: Bye everyone *smiles and waves*
Me: WHO SAYS YOU COULD TALK?!
Bolin: Calm down
Me: Sorry. I didn't have a nutritious and balanced breakfast this morning.
Bolin: Well, you should've had Honey Nut Cheerio's. They're part of a balanced breakfast *holds up and gestures to a box of Cheerio's*
Me: *takes a bite of Cheerio's* You're right, Bolin. This is Delicious.
Bolin: Be happy, be healthy
... I don't own Honey Nut Cheerio's either...