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Bolin.
'Be kind when you rewind the story of the two of us.
Sometimes you wish it was a little more mysterious.
When you look at me with your cinematic eyes
I wanna play the part but I forget the lines.'
"KORRAAA!" I yanked the door open with all my might. Ignoring the groaning of the door hinges, my eyes frantically searched the apartment. Where is she? I know she's here!
"Bolin!" She burst through the door of her room and hastily sprinted toward me, grabbing my shirt in such desperation that it only aided in my growing panic too.
"You have to help me!" We yelled in the same instant.
"Me first-" Her wide shiny blue eyes darted to each of mine, "Okay, so I thought you were talking about us meeting up at Tahno's lounge, so that's where I was. Then there was some woman that-"
"No! Wait!" I couldn't take it as a frightening feeling clawed at my stomach. Like she was in the same room as us. "You have got to rescue me from your cold-hearted cousin!" I lamented, virtually clamping my hand over Korra's mouth to keep her from saying anything more. "She asked me to marry her!"
"I- wait," her brow rose to the top of her head. "Eska? What'd you say?"
"What could I say!?" I wailed, shaking her shoulders hard enough to mess up her already tousled brown locks. I hadn't said anything. I actually sort of ditched her, but I wasn't about to tell Korra that. Said girl pulled back so she could slap some sense into me.
"Uh, how's about no for once?" She glared at me and brushed her shoulders off, straightening her shirt out once more. "Besides, I thought you had Ginger under your thumb? You should know a crazy girl when you see one." She cleared her throat awkwardly. "I-I don't mean to imply Es-"
"You know I don't have that fifth sense!" I let out an exaggerated growl, clenching both hands into my hair after firmly rubbing my sore cheek. Didn't have to hit me. I couldn't help but give her a feeble polarbear dog look, complete with my lower lip sticking out. "Help me?" I squeaked.
'I do it all the time.
I never get it right.'
Korra's hostile stance faltered at my downtrodden look until she finally threw up her hands. "You're hopeless Bo."
"You mean, a hopeless romantic?" I clamped my own mouth shut when she threatened to slap me again and that's when I noticed the scribbling on her palm. Notes? Did Tenzin gove her another quiz? Nah, it actually looks like-
"Let's go you big dork." She shrugged it off and hauled me back out of the door, grabbing her wallet and keys on the way out.
'One day when you replay the slideshow we know
Pictures won't show villains and heroes
It's just me keeping time with you
Butter knife dull, but it still cuts through.'
Korra ended up tossing me onto the back of her motorcycle and I about lost my cool when she broke the speed limit and began to weave recklessly through traffic. AAAH-I hate when she does this! My arms instinctively clenched around her slim yet muscular boxer waist and I nearly toppled off backwards when she punched my forearms, yelling at me to ease up after I nearly bruised her ribs.
"Sorry!" I yelled too close to her ear, making her headbutt me. "And stop hurting me!" I grumbled as I rubbed my now sore forehead. Where is she taking me anyway?
'We never were
We'll never be.'
Once we stopped at Korra's intended destination, the seemingly giddy girl yanked me off of my seat and hurridly dragged me inside some building. Seriously, I was still trying to will my brain and stomach to catch up with me after we'd lost it somewhere along the interstate.
"I'm here!" Korra yelled as soon as she pushed the door open.
"Yeah, yeah." A grumpy voice called out and when Korra suddenly ducked, I barely had time to glance to the side as something hard connected with my head. A surprised noise wrenched from my mouth, making my friend chortle but I had no time to retort when the voice barked once more. "I'm blind, not deaf. Now keep it down!"
"Ow- what happened? What'd I do?" I asked blankly, wondering why everyone had decided that today was 'hit Bolin with whatever you got' day as I glumy rubbed my head. Korra patted my shoulder sympathetically (like she cared at the moment) before reaching down to pick up the object that had assaulted my gorgeous head. A...sandal? She playfully smacked me with it again and I tried to glower at her when there was another presence behind us.
"I am so sorry, grandma Toph wanted to start her world trip early, but her flight was cancelled, and since she-" A soft feminine voice called just before my buddy could do that odd snort-laugh thing of hers at my bad fortune, or before I could give her a well deserved noogie.
"I figured something like that would happen. Which is exactly why I came to wish her farewell properly." Korra answered confidently, quickly paying me no mind and handing me the sandal. What am I supposed to do with it? "Oh, and I brought Bolin with me." She added nonchalantly, tugging me forward and practically shoved me into whoever it was that had joined us in the foyer. (I was still trying to figure out just where we were and what I was supposed to do with that dang sandle.) But as I caught myself, I found my eyes crashing into a very pretty pair of equally bright green shy eyes. "Bo, this is Opal." Korra dug her elbow into my side but I hardly felt it because I was too busy staring.
"Hi, Bolin." An awkward little quirk of her pretty lips made my heart stutter. "I'm Opal-" She cleared her throat as a small blush slowly spread across her face. "Oh, but...you already knew that." She giggled and I swear it was the sweetest, cutest, most adorablest thing I'd ever seen!
'Strangers kissing in the pouring rain
Chasing after your leaving train
But we know that's not how our song goes.
Oh.'
It had to be love at first sight. Suddenly, I didn't remember who I was running from earlier or who I'd been running to presently. Ginger? Eska? All I saw were those insanely gentle emerald orbs that instantly wrapped around me and promised everything would probably be alright if I decided to do something. Say something, if anything. Uhh..what?
I felt my throat dry up.
'You're a waitress in a cocktail bar
And I'll save you 'cause I'm a big rock star
But we know that's not how our song goes.
It goes like this:'
Korra directed a very sly grin in my direction, but a harsh clearing of another's throat drew all of our attention to the shorter, older person in the doorway.
"Hi Toph." Korra was the first to speak, though she made no attempt to move any closer to the woman. The woman had grey hair with heavy wisps clouding her vision, which only served to make her that much more formiddable. But as I zoomed in somewhat, I could see that her eyes were paled and glazed over. Wait...what was her name? Toph? As in...
"Give me that." She appeared in front of me and snatched the sandal from my grasp. "Don't you know you're not supposed to take things that belong to you?"
"Toph? Toph Beifong?" I whispered, suddenly forgetting about the sandal as I grabbed her old, yet strong shoulders. Her brow rose when I turned to Korra. "It's Toph Beifong." I whispered a little more loudly.
"What's wrong with you?" Toph snapped and instantly pushed my face away, but I was too star-struck to really care as I barely held back a happy dance.
"You're my hero! My name's Bolin. You used to be Chief of Police back in the day- you're my hero- oh, I said that. Can I have your autograph?" I beamed at her like a ten-year old at Christmas. Korra chuckled somewhere behind me.
"Get lost." The woman waved a dismissive hand while walking back out of the foyer. Again, Korra placed a hand on my shoulder and I was brought back down to earth by the cute little giggles of the short haired girl on the other side of me. Nothing could have ruined my mood at the moment. I mean, I got hit with Toph's sandal!
'You didn't like my friends and your mom didn't trust me.
I thought I was slick, but my moves were rusty.
Bought you a twelve pack, promised you sushi.
Sorry if I wasn't straight out of a movie.'
"Wow, you're really...blowing my mind with your-" I had been leaning casually against the doorway when out of nowhere my collar tightened and I was being dragged away from a very confused Opal.
"Hey, hi, remember me?" Korra's blue eyes pierced into mine, making me unconsciously gulp. Her brow rose and I nodded frantically. "You do those weird things with Korra." She rolled her eyes at me. "Opal isn't some sort of-" She thought about it and rubbed her cheek. "Well, she's not Eska."
"Mmhmm, and I like that about her." I said dreamily while glancing back at said girl.
"Yeah...I think you need to stop trying." Korra stated bluntly. As she pinched the bridge of her nose, I got another look at what was scribbled on her hand. A number?
"I mean, don't stop trying," Opal joined us once more. "Just try and be yourself." She placed her hand lightly on my shoulder and I turned my attention back to her.
"Myself?" I asked, seeing a small glimmer of hope in those beautiful eyes.
'We never were.
We'll never be
Strangers kissing in the rain.
Chasing after your leaving train.
But we know that's not how our song goes.
Oh.
You're a waitress at a cocktail bar. And I'll save you because I'm a big rock star.
But we know that's not how our song goes.'
Opal handed me a bottle of water before giving me that shy smile and then sitting across from me. Korra's blue eyes brightened when Opal handed her a bottle as well. Turns out that Grandma Toph didn't mind the extra noise for the time being and invited us to stay just a bit longer. (Though she made it very clear to leave her alone.)
"So, uh-" I cleared my throat, gaining their attention. "How do you two know each other?"
"We have a few classes together." Korra shrugged like it wasn't a big deal.
"And Korra helps me with Grandma Toph more often than not. Especially since my mom is on a business trip." Opal put in.
"That explains how you know her." I nodded halfheartedly. Even though I wanted deeper details, mostly every single detail of the pretty woman, something else was starting to bother me. "Hey Korra, is that someone's number on your palm?"
The question made my friend choke on her water, surprising Opal and I, but before either of us could do or say anything, Korra shot up and dashed for the door. "Shoot, I completely forgot! I'll be right-" cough, hack, cough "right back!"
Opal and I exchanged confused glances.
'It
Be kind when you rewind the story of the two of us
Sometimes you wish it was a little more mysterious
When you look at me with your cinematic eyes
I wanna play the part, but I'm messing up the lines.'
It was awkward. I was awkward. My eyes darted to her and then shot a different direction when she looked back at me. C'mon Bo. This isn't the first girl you've spoken to. Be smoove with your words- NO! Act natural. Natural. Yes, I can do that-
A large burp suddenly ripped from my throat, causing me to clap a hand over my mouth. As embarrassed as I was about the outburst, I quickly tried to save face by asking a question. "Do you like kale?" Opal tilted her head with a slightly confused smile, though she was polite enough not to laugh at me.
I ended up burying my face in my hands, willing the floor to open up and swallow me whole.
'We never were.
We'll never be.
Strangers kissing in the pouring rain.
Chasing after your leaving train.
But we know that's not how our song goes.
Oh
You're a waitress in a cocktail bar
And I'll save you because I'm a big rockstar.
But we know that's not how our song goes.'
Korra came back with a light flush on her dark cheeks and took one look at the horrific scene before her. "Oh no, he didn't torture you with cheesy pickup lines did he?" She looked from a blushing Opal to my defeated state. Maybe that would have been less painful. I thought peeking at the other girl, noting the small smirk playing on her lips.
"No. He was-" while she searched for the right words, I shook my head and mouthed nothing in particular to my friend. Though the action only made her smug grin grow scross the side of her face as her eyes narrowed playfully. An unspoken teasing air grew between us, letting me know that she wasn't going to let me live this down. Opal didn't have time to finish her thought.
"Well, that's awfully like Bolin. He can be a little rough around the edges, but he's got the biggest heart I've ever seen." Korra grinned. Not before mumbling under her breath about me also being about as dumb as rocks sometimes. Ouch.
Opal giggled, standing at the same time Korra walked over to her in order to bid her farewell and only then did it click in my head that we were about to leave. I stood too, brushing off my clothes before straightening my shirt and then sliding over to them to face my demise. If I'm gonna go down...may as well have some dignity.
"Alright, Bo. I dare you to hit her with your best line." Korra cut in, playfully shoving my shoulder and I sputtered.
"What? But you said-"
"You do, or I will." She stated challengingly. I snorted in amusement. What's with this attitude?
"I'm...going to go with, no? But go ahead, be my guest." Be yourself. Yourself. I gestured between them and when Korra's grin didn't falter, I raised a curious brow.
She held up the keys to her bike in front of Opal. "See these keys?" She asked serenely. Opal had been smiling, but when Korra started, her smile a bit more. "I wish I had the one to your heart."
"Aww-!" Opal chuckled cutely and pulled Korra in for another hug. I narrowed my eyes, trying to hide my slightly bruised ego at my best friend's suave. She's just smoother because she's a boxer.
"Is that what you used on the one who gave you that number?" I asked smugly, inwardly cackling when Korra's face flushed once more. She glared at me, but before she could say anything, Opal turned back around and fixed me with a wickedly sweet smile. Again, my head emptied from the force of it.
"That's okay Bolin." She pulled out her phone, prompting me to get my own out. When I didn't, Korra stepped in and grabbed it for me and while I tried to get my mind to function, they exchanged our numbers.
'It goes like this.'
Korra gave me her signature crooked grin as she put my phone back in her pocket, patting it before waving at Toph and then she was walking to the exit. My joints came to life when Opal gently cleared her throat, gaining my attention once more.
'It goes like this.'
"Don't worry," She lightly bumped my shoulder with hers. "We'll always have kale."
A/N: Song Inspiration: Our Song by. The Spill Canvas.
So I was going about my daily business when Bolin's voice suddenly entered my head. Specifically when he was calling Korra's name...so I think some sort of inspiration struck at that point. Anyway, thank you for reading! ^_^