thank the lord i got most of that homework done that was recently due... *sighs in relief* it was kinda hard working on this chapter in between, but hey! i did it, so take that, homework! anyways, i hope you enjoy this chapter, and thank you to those of you who took the time to review for the last chapter (you know who you are, haha). :)

Not a Normal Saturday: Part 2

Asami and I gently push Opal out of the changing room, making sure that no one in the store has noticed the three pairs of feel that have been shuffling around in such a claustrophobic space for the past half hour.

"Guys…" she moans, turning around. "Do I really have to do this?" She's got on a black wig, and we've somehow managed to find some clothes for her that seem to associate well with what Asami is wearing currently.

"Yep, I gotta hand it to you," Bolin adds, walking over to us as he speaks in a hushed yet excited tone. His eyes are bright, and I can tell that he's really up for our plan. My plan, that is. Told you I was gonna be a super genius. "I think this might actually work!"

"Opal," I tell her, placing a hand on her shoulder. The dressing room door is slightly ajar, and I make sure not to mention anything about Asami being here with us so that no stampede of shoppers/paparazzi come in to steal Asami away. "You got this."

Opal takes a deep breath and looks up at me, her green eyes flashing back and forth over my face for a moment before she grins and clenches her fist. "...Yeah, alright!"

Maybe I should re-emphasize just how easy her job is for her, so that she doesn't forget her duty? "Just remember to walk casually out the door, and once you've got everybody's attention start running as fast as you can in those stiletto heels all the way out to the parking lot, where you'll get into Asami's car and drive off somewhere not too far away without crashing and without anyone catching you until you get to your destination. Alrighty?" I say, flashing a sarcastic smile.

"Oh wow, thanks for making my life easy. Why'd you have to put it like that?"

"Never mind Korra's over-dramaticity," Asami moves in a little towards me, her head peeking out the door over my shoulder. Man, I really wish I was taller. I feel so short around her, especially since she's wearing high heels. But I guess now isn't really the time to be thinking about how small I am. "Opal," she says, looking my swimming buddy straight in the eye, "I really want to thank you for doing this for me. I don't know how to thank you."

Opal just blushes. "Ah, it's not big deal Asami - I'm glad I could help." Wow, so now she's all sweet and sugary? I see someone has a favorite...

"Alright alright!" Bolin brings us into a small kind of huddle, and wraps his arms around Opal's shoulders as well as mine. Asami kinda just leans over my shoulder as so that she doesn't get seen by anyone walking around outside or in the store. Still, I can't help but feel like we're having a powwow in the middle of a Sun Diego shop… Which we are… "Are we ready, guys?"

"Ready as I'll ever be…" Opal cringes, and I chuckle.

"Ready!" I reply, and I tighten my grip on both Opal and Bolin. I can feel the adrenaline pumping through my veins right now… Dude, I am so ready for this.

Bolin points to me. "Got your keys?"

"Yep."

Bolin points to Opal. "Got Asami's keys?"

"Yeah…" she answers, almost reluctantly. She's about to start saying something else; probably about how she doesn't really think this is a good idea anymore (well, at least that's what I imagine, knowing Opal), but before she gets the chance to say anything Bolin pulls us in together for one last group hug.

"'Kay - let's do this thing!" he whispers as loudly as possible, and I have to grin, feeling fired up. We pull apart, and then Bolin smiles back over at me and Asami as he practically drags Opal over to the door. "Good luck!" he calls out, and I wave.

With a quick shove (I know, Opal's getting pushed around a lot today in more ways than one), Opal's out in the open amongst the wolves. Bolin isn't too far behind, and once Opal has reached a reasonable distance, my buddy shouts out at the top of his lungs (causing pretty much every shopper to turn his way): "OHMYGAWD - I LOVE YOU, ASAMI!"

There's the concurrent shifting of heads, as well as the clack of shoes against the tile floor, as I watch Bolin run after Opal after shouting out Asami's name, and I can kinda manage to see Opal running as fast as she can/is humanly possible back out towards the parking lot. Glad that I'm not the one running out there.

Still, I have my own job to do. "Come on, we've gotta leave now before they realize Opal isn't you," I tell Asami, and she nods at me. Before I know what I'm doing I grab Asami's hand, and carefully I pull her along behind me.

The Sun Diego store is pretty much empty now, thanks to Opal (and my brilliant plan), and it's the perfect time to make a run for it. Which is exactly what we're going to do.

"You know the way out, right?" Asami asks me in a hushed tone, and I look back over my shoulder to give her a reassuring nod.

"Yeah, leave it to me."

It's almost as if by a miracle that we make it back out to my car without getting tackled by anyone in general. There were, of course, the few times when someone would casually (I'm guessing they didn't make it out when Bolin oh-so-nonchalantly announced his adoration for 'Asami' for unknown reasons?) turn our way while we were aiming for escape. Most of the time I would try to walk with me slightly covering Asami (I know it sounds weird, I'm sorry), but there were those few times that I had to kind of pull her into the occasional potted plant, photo booth, or tiny hallway. It was kind of embarrassing/awkward.

Anyways, we're able to make it out to my car. I can tell that Opal's already took off with Asami's convertible; it isn't where Asami said she parked it.

"Do you think she made it out alright?" Asami says, and I chuckle. We're getting into my car now, and I'll have to say we're trying to be a little urgent when we do so too because we have no idea if the paparazzi will be coming back anytime soon.

I close the car door and turn to Asami, who's already strapped herself down with the seatbelt into the passenger's seat. "I'm sure she's fine; Opal's a pretty good driver. Plus, she practically knows this city like the back of her hand." I start up the engine. "What I'm kinda worried about though is your car-"

"No, it's alright," Asami gives a wave of her hand, "You shouldn't worry about that; I'm sure she'll take care of it."

I shrug and pull out of the parking space. "Okay, if you say so."

A few minutes later and we're back on the highway.

"So, uh, you think they'd go back to your estate?" I ask, somewhat cautiously. I don't want to bring up anything Asami might not want to talk about. I mean, you've got to give the girl a break; I'm sure she doesn't enjoy all of this craziness when she just wants to be with friends and relaxing. Which I don't think she's actually ever done, now that I think about it.

Asami looks down at her lap, where she's got her phone pulled out. I'm a bit curious as to why she's grinning. "Yeah, I think so. But that's why I'm texting my dad."

"You're telling him that all those crazy people are going to show up at your estate?" I choke out, surprised.

"Mhm. But you shouldn't worry about that, it happens sometimes to us. I'm also telling him that I probably won't be back home until tomorrow."

She won't be back home until tomorrow? Wow, sounds hard, living a life like that. "Oh… Uh, well, where are you going to spend the night?" I ask. We've come to a stop light, and I have my hands lightly grasping the steering wheel. I'm trying not to look at Asami (I know, I've been keeping myself from doing this a lot), but I can't help myself from doing so when she answers my question.

"Well, I was hoping you wouldn't mind if I stayed at your house for the night…"

My hands are now literally death-gripping the steering wheel. I'm pretty sure my hands are going to run out of their circulation if the blood doesn't flow back into them soon. "M-My house?"

"Mhm." Asami smiles.

"U-Uh, sure, if you want. I mean, I don't mind at all, it's just that this is kinda sudden if you know what I mean… Not that I don't want you to, I'm ju-"

Asami laughs and I shut up. "Korra, you're too cute, you know that?"

I find myself blushing the entire drive back home.

By the time we get to my house it's still a bit early. And by that I mean it's not exactly nighttime yet, so we have few hours to kill until it's time to hit the sack.

There wasn't really anywhere else we could really go; I mean, I wasn't sure if Asami was up for going to another metropolitan area after just narrowly escaping a riot of people within the past hour. Well, lucky me: at my house, there is hardly anyone home during the afternoons, since my parents are off at work. Today they're out doing something (some kind of outing, I assume), so me and Asami have the house all to ourselves.

I drop onto my bed with a relaxed sigh. "Wow, now that was something."

"You're telling me," Asami says as she walks over to the bed. Her arms are crossed, and she's got this little smirk on her face. "I wish things like that didn't happen so often; it's pretty annoying."

I raise an eyebrow. "I was wondering - why was everybody chasing you? I mean, I know you're Hiroshi Sato's daughter and all, but I didn't really know you were, like, mega-star famous." I sit up and look at Asami.

"I don't know if you know this…" Asami's smirk has disappeared, and she frowns. She looks disappointed. "My dad and I aren't exactly the closest. I mean, he's a nice dad and everything, but we never really had, you know-" She flips up her palm for some emphasis, looking for the right word. "A connection, if you know what I mean."

I don't know where Asami is going with this, but I decide to listen nonetheless. I mean, that's why I asked in the first place, haha.

"It's because of what he does. He's eternally busy with his work, and the only time he gets to really talk to me is during that work time." Asami sighs, and I feel my heart sink a little bit. "I really want to become an engineer myself, and I keep telling my dad that I can help him come up with new ideas and innovations. What he usually sees me as though is a way to help him advertise."

"..."

Asami sees the confused look on my face and giggles. "Haha, I know… It's not exactly the most respected industry in the business world."

"You… Your dad makes you advertise his products?" I'm not sure whether to think of Asami's dad as a genius or a genius. I mean, of course it is kind of harsh that he only really gets to talk to her and all that when he needs her for work… But who wouldn't want to buy something endorsed by an absolutely gorgeous girl (this is the part where I raise my hand, because of course I would)?

"W-What kind of advertising do you do?" Please don't tell me she has to dress like one of those Hooters girls please don't tell me she has to dress like one of those Hooters girls please don't-

"Well, usually what I do is drive out on the streets in a car we might be looking forward to advertise; you know, like for those commercials where all the streets are empty and there's this one car driving down the road-"

My eyes widen a bit at the mention of the genre of her work, and I sit up straighter. "Wow, you must be a really awesome driver then! They always put those really tiny words at the bottom of the screen during the commercial that say," I spread out my hands in front of my face really enthusiastically, like I'm opening some kind of banner, "'THIS IS A PROFESSIONAL DRIVER, DO NOT ATTEMPT THIS AT HOME', or something like that, right?"

Asami laughs, and I smile. "Korra, it's 'Please do not attempt' or 'This driver is on a closed course'."

"Yeah, yeah," I grin back. "Same difference, haha. But that's what you do anyways, right? That's neat. And I'm guessing you do it pretty often too, since a lot of people seem to know who you are."

Asami shrugs and takes a seat on the side of the bed. "I guess; I mean, I'd much rather be building cars and all that instead of you know-" She looks over at me and frowns again. "Advertising."

There's a small moment of silence, and since my stomach somehow has a consciousness of it's own, it decides to make a point in telling me what it thinks of me at that exact moment.

Garrrrbbbllleeee.

Aw crap, why do I always have to embarrass myself.

"Haha, you're hungry, aren't you?" Asami laughs again, and I feel my face burn. I hate it when my stomach does that at the wrong time; I swear, I think sometimes it hates me.

I'm about to open my mouth to answer when Asami places a finger on my lips. God, I didn't even know she was close enough to do that-

"You don't have to say anything. Listen: since it was me who was the one who didn't let you get to eat lunch, I'll get you something to eat, alright?"

"A-Asami, you really don't have to, I'm sure we have something in the fridge-"

"It's my treat." Asami says, standing up and placing her hands on her hips authoritively. "For taking me out today, even if it might not have worked out the way we wanted it to."

I watch Asami as she heads over to the foot of the bed, and stops, standing directly in front of my cross-legged figure. "Anything you want, you name it."

I can't control my stomach and it rumbles again.

Asami is still smiling, and I kinda feel like she's trying to incorporate her advertising skills here into my hunger crisis… "Anything."

I can't stop my mouth from betraying me. "Uhhh, well, I kinda do like noodles…"

"Alright, noodles it is."

I'd really like to apologize to everyone in advance, but I just have to put it out there that I do get ravenously hungry. Often. And not surprisingly, today was one of those days. So if you do ever end up sharing food with me, make sure you are so ravenously hungry enough too that you'd be able to keep up with the pace of inhalation in which I use to eat.

Asami was a beast to order some spaghetti with meat sauce (which was about two Korra-sized portions, by the way), and it didn't take very long for the food to make it's way over to my house.

In saying so, when the takeout delivery guy came, I ran to the door like a maniac to get to the noodles on the other side. This was around 2 o'clock.

It's about 9 right now.

Asami and I have just finished up the rest of the spaghetti for our dinner, and I'll have to tell you that it was heavenly. The spaghetti, that is. Don't want you to get the wrong idea, haha. But still, sharing spaghetti with Asami was nice too. Despite her looks, she can still pack it in. But of course I was still the one who put away most of it (sorry, Asami…).

My parents still haven't come home yet, so I'm guessing they're still busy doing whatever it is they had to go do earlier. My mom sent me a text that said she would be back home late, possibly even after I went to bed. Now you're probably thinking that I'm the kinda girl who usually stays up late watching Netflix and everything… but heck to the no, I am the one who tries to get to bed at an appointed time to gain some appointed sleep. Especially if I have class in the morning.

So yeah. It's about bedtime for me right now.

I get up from the couch, where me and Asami have been currently sitting for the past few hours in a Hunger Games marathon. Yeah, the last movie hasn't come out yet, but we think it'd be good to refresh our memories/the feels for it when it comes out in a few months. Can't wait.

With a stretch I walk over behind the couch and yawn. "I think I'm gonna go take a shower before I get to bed, 'kay?"

Asami twists in her position, the long legs tucked beneath her shifting slightly. "Oh, alright. Is it time for you to go to bed so early?" There's another one of those sly smiles on her face, of which I really don't know how to react when I see one. They're so - so - discombobulating, you know? Heh, I feel really smart now, using a big word like that.

"Ah, well…" I'm about to tell her that I usually try to get to bed early to be able to start my day off fresh and all that when I suddenly find her leaning over the couch, green eyes twinkling in the light of the tv credits.

"Your parents have a curfew for you, don't they?"

"Pffftt!" I give my hand a wave through the air. "Of course they don't! Why would I, Korra, the absolutely perfect daughter, need a curfew of 9 o'clock?"

"Because you're not absolutely perfect," is Asami's quick yet sassy reply.

I try another one of my ill-intended grimaces. "Well, I know Hannah Montana said nobody's perfect, but here I am," I say, and Asami laughs as I make my way back up the stairs. I don't really know why, but I really like the sound of Asami when she laughs. I want to make her laugh more often.

"Is it alright if I take a shower after you?" Asami calls out while I'm trekking up the stairs.

"Sure, you can borrow some of my clothes to sleep in, and I'll get you a towel too. I'll leave the stuff for you on the bed; the shampoo and conditioner are already in the bathroom."

"Okay, thanks, sounds great!" Asami says, and I smile to myself.

I decide to get out Asami some things that would probably fit her while I'm sorting through my dresser. I mean, she's kind of tall, so some of my shirts might be a little on the short side for her. There's a longish t-shirt I've found, something that I usually put on when I go to bed. And I've just washed it too, so that's a plus.

As for the shorts, I've got a bunch of sporty stuff that I use to exercise in or wander around the house in. And yes, I do that a lot when I don't have much to do. Sometimes when it gets hot (don't tell anyone this, okay?) I just like to sleep in a sports bra and a pair of those nice, breezy little shorts (yeah, that's why my mom was yelling at me the other day). But anyways, I pull out Asami one of those tiny pairs I adore so much, and place them and the shirt on the bed.

Aaannnd I'm not really quite sure what to do about underwear, so I just don't bother.

Heading off to the bathroom to go take my shower then… La da da…

In a few minutes I feel like a new person, and it's time for me to go nighty-night. I come out of the bathroom slightly tired but oh-so-totally ready for a good night's rest, again ruffling my hair with a small hand towel. On my way back to my room I walk across the hallway and dispose of my dirty clothes/towel in the laundry room, and then I'm on my way back to headquarters.

Asami stands up from my bed when I walk in, holding the clothes and clean towel in a bunch close to her chest. She smiles at me. "Hey."

"The bathroom's free now," I respond, and walk over to the bed. I pull away the sheets and plop down, grinning, my head on the pillow. I close my eyes and sigh. "Ahhh… This feels so good…"

Asami giggles and begins making her way toward the bathroom. "Well, I'll try to make my shower quick then, so you can get to bed."

"Fine with me," I call after her, but I think she's already on her way down the hall.

Making myself comfortable I sink myself down further into the cushy depths, and nuzzle up against the soft blankets. I close my eyes again, but I have to leave the light on because Asami's probably going to come back into the room in a while and I don't want her to trip and fall and die because she accidentally stepped on something and the whole room was pitch black.

Although it only feels like a few minutes later (maybe it really is a few minutes later?) I hear my door creak open and a pair of feet pad against the soft floor.

"Okay, I'm back. I put the towel in the laundry room, if that's okay."

I don't bother looking up; my eyes are still closed and I'm trying to reconnect with my sleeping chakra, even though I have no idea if that's a real thing. "Yeah, sure, no prob."

"Do you want me to turn the light off?"

I smile, my eyes still closed. "Yeah, that'd be good."

There's a little shuffling as I hear Asami walk over to the end of the room and flip off the switch. Then she comes back and I feel the covers being pulled away, a cool breeze moving across my bare legs for a moment. Then the sensation is gone again as it's replaced by a new one; a warm body against mine.

"You don't mind sharing the bed with me, right?"

Even though I can't see Asami right now, I can totally imagine the smirk on her face as she says this. My breath hitches. "U-Uh, no, I'm good."

"Haha, alright."

Things are silent again. It's not that I don't want to talk to Asami, it's just that I don't really know what I would say to her. It's hard to think when you've got this really pretty girl in the same bed as you. Okay, let me try and rephrase that-

"Hey, Korra?"

I shift in place. "Yeah?"

There's another shift on the other side of the bed, and I figure it's Asami rolling over onto her side to face me. And of course I'm not facing her (which I realize is really impolite) so I decide to do the same, even though I'm nervous about doing so. Now we're face to face.

"I'd just like to thank you for today."

"Ah, it was nothing," I laugh, and in the faint moonlight I can see Asami smile.

"No, I'm being serious," she says, and my chuckling dies down. "I mean, no one has really taken me out before… You were the first. It's just that - no one ever has really made any time for me. And if they did, it was usually because they just wanted to say they were friends or had a relationship with the somewhat-famous Asami Sato."

I frown. Asami hasn't ever had any real friends then, hasn't she?

"But you; you're someone who isn't like that at all. And I want to thank you for that."

"Uh…"

"And even if things didn't exactly turn out the way we wanted them to - you know, having to escape that crazy crowd-"

"Or making Opal have to dress up as you," I chime in, and Asami giggles again.

"Or having to miss lunch."

"Or getting to eat all that uberlicious spaghetti together while watching the Hunger Games."

There's that sparkle in Asami's eyes again. "Mhm, you get the idea."

"Yeah, I think I do." I grin back, and I have this sudden urge to get closer to Asami. She smells sooo good after her shower, and her hair is slightly wet, and her eyes in the moonlight look this really enchanting, emerald green-

"So that's just what I wanted to say," Asami says, and underneath the blankets I can feel her hand move across to reach mine. Once her hand is in mine, she gives it a light squeeze. "Thank you."

Through her warm, cradling fingers I can feel Asami's honest statement; it's like we're holding it, together, in our joined palms. Our friendship.

I squeeze Asami's hand tighter and give her the best smile I can. "You're welcome."

i know we still haven't seen much of bolin or opal and the others, so i'd just like to put it out there quickly that i'll be incorporating the rest of the characters into the story soon. patience is a virtue, my dear readers (but let's also not forget the fact that this is a korrasami fanfic, haha).

thanks to all of those who have faved and followed, and i'd love to hear your thoughts on the story so far!