So, time for the conclusion of True Romance. :)

Thanks to everyone who reviewed and read my story, I appreciate it.

So I just watched the newest episode of Korra and I gotta say, my brain has exploded rather spectacularly all over my room and I am still suffering from a massive heart-attack of fangirl proportions.

Time for some fun Korra POV.


I guess at times like this, it's a good thing I'm not in tune with my spiritual side because if I were, I probably would have gone into the Avatar State twice already today.

Really. The spirits must be absolutely insane to allow teenagers, who are so dominated by their crazy hormones and emotions, to have so much power that can be triggered by a hormonal hissy fit.

I wonder if any Avatar ever went into the Avatar State just because of a bad day. I close my eyes and think of Avatar Aang's statue in the bay. I seriously doubt he ever went into the Avatar State over something trivial.

Perfect Avatar Aang could never do wrong like that…and here I am, the great Avatar Korra, determined to never show her face again because of some boy.

Spirits, I think miserably as I roll onto my back and stare up at the ceiling. If I'm the best chance this world has got, then the world is screwed.

If there were ever a time when I regretted coming to Republic City, it was now. If only I stayed back home in the South Pole like a good girl, I wouldn't be dealing with this. Hell, if only I stayed on the island like a good little Avatar, I wouldn't be dealing with this problem.

But it all comes back to me being a reckless idiot, doesn't it?

Anger and embarrassment fill me as I think of how much of a screw up and a disappointment I really am.

Four-years-old, I can bend three elements but thirteen years later, I'm not much farther. I came out of the gate, roaring and I clearly have peaked much too early. All those White Lotus old farts who thought I'd be so great… I still remember the looks of disappointment in their faces whenever I pushed away their sighs on how lacking I am in spirituality.

I raise my arms and try to flick them like Tenzin does whenever he Air bends but nothing comes out. I blast a plum of fire from my hands into the ceiling and let my arms fall limply to my sides.

I think of how Amon's voice on the radio causes me to break out into a cold sweat. It's ridiculous. The Avatar can't be terrified so easily. The Avatar is supposed to be strong and unbeatable. But I'm certainly beatable. Amon could have taken my bending away in five seconds if he wanted to. He could have taken them and left me nothing but a hollow shell.

I take a spare pillow, kick it into the air, and burn it so quickly and completely that ashes rain down on me. I want to brush them off of me but I don't. I leave them there as proof of how weak I am… I couldn't Air bend them off of me if I tried.

My face burns as I think of kissing Mako. It felt so right and wonderful when I kissed him, or at least, for a good second, before I realized how idiotic of a move that was. With one dumb move, I lost two friends, the chance to compete again on a pro-bending team, and, of course, my will to ever leave my bedroom again.

Feeling completely void of any energy, I roll onto my side, bring my knees as close as I can up to my chest, and wish for solitary confinement.

My stomach roars for food but I stay still, even though I know there's a tray of food waiting just outside my door. Pema keeps notifying me of the food at every changing mealtime but I never take the food into my room, even though I haven't eaten in almost an entire day.

Maybe I can just starve to death…and then maybe the next Avatar won't be so much of an idiotic little screw up. But if my job is to help guide the next Avatar… I don't know if the next one will come out any better… but there are always other Avatars they could use instead…

I watch as the sun begins to set, throwing the skyline into beautiful colors of oranges, pinks, purples, and reds.

Red.

Like his dumb, raggedy, old scarf.

Really, what a weird thing to be so desperately attached to. I remember when he allowed me to borrow it so that we could sneak into the Equalist rally, he told me to be careful with it, looking like he had just handed me the keys to a brand-new racing Satomobile.

"He's dumb," I growl. "He can just go live happily ever after with his dumb scarf and his dumb, perfect girlfriend and leave me the hell alone."

I sigh heavily and open my mouth, planning to continue on my mindless rant, when someone knocks on my door. The last times people have knocked on my door, I ignored them or told them to go away. But this time, feeling filled with anger and annoyance, I jump out of bed, planning to fight and scream and swear until they all get the point.

"Korra," Tenzin's calm voice rings through the door. "Would you please open the door?"

Smirking angrily, I reach forwards and force the door open with all of the strength in my body. I open my mouth, ready to yell, when I notice who's standing behind Tenzin and quickly feel as if I'm a deflating balloon.

A deflating balloon who also happens to be on fire because when my eyes lock with Mako, my face feels as if it's been lit on fire. I notice as I turn away that Mako's face turns rather red as well but I don't want to spend too much time looking at him. I glance at Bolin and he waves and smiles gently at me. I want to wave back but I'm too angry and embarrassed and shocked to do so. I turn to glare at Tenzin, who looks just as calm as usual.

"What are they doing here?" I bark, needing to take my anger out on someone.

"They're here to check on you," Tenzin says. "We've all been worried about you, Korra."

"Well… well I didn't ask them to come! I didn't ask anyone to be worried about me!" I shout, feeling my body begin to shake. "Now will everyone just leave me alone?"

I go to slam the door in all of their faces but unfortunately for me, Mako is not only fast but rather strong and he manages to stop me from my goal. Our eyes meet for the briefest of moments and I honestly think my heart skips a beat. I turn away from him and chose to stare at the ground while we continue to fight over the door.

"Korra, let me talk to you for one minute, alright?" he growls.

"No. Go away," I bark.

His hand brushes mine as we grapple for the door and I let go immediately as if the door were on fire. Mako takes the opportunity and shoves himself into the room; Bolin slides in behind him before the doors shut and locked behind us all.

I feel instantly like a trapped elephant rat and my fight or flight response kicks in. I jump and kick of whip of fire towards Mako but before I can follow through with my plan and jump out of the window, he breaks through the fire and grabs hold of my foot. I lose balance and fall rather ungracefully onto my ass.

Mako doesn't let go of my foot but crouches down to be closer to my level. As if a precaution, he grabs onto my other foot tightly and pins both of them to the floor. Feeling rather embarrassed and trapped, I give up and cover my face with my arms while I mentally beg for this meeting to end quickly.

"Korra," he says in a level voice that sends shivers up my spine. "I need to talk to you."

"Just forget it, alright?" I moan desperately into my arms, feeling the heat of my face burn my arms. "Just forget it ever happened and leave me alone."

"Korra," he sighs.

"Just leave me alone, Mako!" I yell, removing my arms from my face and springing up into a sitting position. "I don't-"

The rest of my words are cut off by Mako's lips as he presses them to mine. I stare, wide-eyed, at Mako, his eyes closed, while my brain and heart seem to explode in a flurry of happiness and complete confusion.

He finally breaks away and I stare at him, feeling completely frozen in shock, while he stares at me, face painted a bright red. My mouth just kind of hangs open while no words come out of my frozen brain.

What just happened?

"No," he says finally. "I'm not going to leave you alone. At least, not until you know."

"Know what?" I manage to choke out, still feeling as if I've been dropped onto another planet completely.

Mako looks down at the floor as he leans back a little so he's not right in my face anymore. I watch as he exchanges a weird, possibly nervous glance with Bolin, who I've all but forgotten is still here, before he looks back at me.

"I like you."

I blink, not daring to believe what I think I've heard. He stares at me, looking more nervous and uncomfortable than I've seen him ever before. I give my head a good shake, hoping that it'll help bring some clarity to me scrambled mind.

It must be the lack of food, I tell myself. My brains going insane from lack of nutrition.

"W-what?" I ask, feeling disorientated.

"I… I like you, Korra," Mako repeats, looking me in the eyes, causing my stomach to churn nervously. "I really do."

"But…"

This doesn't make any sense.

"But I thought you were with Asami?"

"No. Not really, not anymore."

"Why not?" I ask, not really understanding anything that's going on. "What made you change?"

Mako let's out a small laugh and shakes his head, looking slightly annoyed.

"You, Korra!" he exclaims in exasperation. "When you kissed me, I realized that I liked you way more than I ever liked Asami! So I like you! Got it?"

Even though I still don't quite understand it all, I nod my head slowly and continue to stare at Mako in confusion.

"So can you stop staring at me like that?" he asks, sounding much more like his grumpier, surlier self. "And can you close your mouth? You look like a bagger frog."

I snap my mouth close. His sudden change in tone and attitude have fills me with the usual annoyance that I associate with Mako. I spring up onto my feet and scowl at him as he rises to his own feet.

I don't know why I'm mad at him but I am and I can't stop it. I cross my arms over my chest, ready to strike, when Bolin jumps in between us.

"What the hell, guys?" he asks in extreme exasperation. "Can you seriously not fight right now?"

"I wasn't going to fight," Mako says firmly.

"But seriously, Korra, Mako just told you that he likes you. Don't act as if he just insulted you," Bolin tells me a slow and deliberate voice that just annoys me more.

My eyes flicker from Bolin, who looks completely exasperated, to Mako, who looks slightly embarrassed again, before I sigh and stare at the ground.

Just say it, I tell myself. Swallow your damn pride and just say it back.

I look up at Mako and my heart pounds against my chest. I feel my lips tingle as I think about the kiss we just had and I suddenly feel desperate for more affection. I take a step towards Mako, wishing he would stop scowling at me, and grip one of his hands with my own.

"I… Mako… I like you, too," I admit quietly.

At those words, Mako's scowl drops and is replaced with the softest and kindest smile I've ever seen on his face. It almost doesn't seem real as he stares down at me serenely but I don't fight it.

He grips onto my other hand and everything just feels so right. His hands feel as they were made just to fit into my hands and the smile seems as if it were made just for me and no one else. I smile nervously up at him and when he bends down to kiss me I meet him half way.

It's not some huge, overly passionate kiss, although I sort of wish it were, but it's definitely good enough. When we break apart, I can't help but grin from ear to ear; I can't remember the last time I felt this happy.

"Alright, alright," Bolin says. "I think that's enough for right now. You two are giving me the oogies."

"Sorry," Mako says quietly, still blushing rather brilliantly as he turns to face Bolin, still gripping one of my hands.

"So… do you guys wanna do anything?" he asks, looking between us hesitantly. "Or do you wanna be alone. You know… together."

"How about we all go out for dinner together? I'm starving," I say as my stomach growls rather spectacularly.

"Sounds good to me."

"It's a good thing I got paid today," Mako says as he opens to door to leave my room. "I know how you eat."

"And what's that supposed to me?"

"That you have one hell of an appetite," he says, deadpan.

I huff and roll my eyes and pretend to be mad by the comment but I'm definitely not upset. Nothing could make me upset or mad right now. Not when I have one arm laced with my best friend's and the other laced with my boyfriend's as we set off in search of a meal.

As the sun sets on Republic City while we cross the bay on the ferry, I can't help but feel, despite the growing rebellion in the city and Amon's terrifying powers and everything else that's wrong with the world that I'll one day have to worry about, that everything is perfect.

For once.


Happy ending. :) Yay.

I really loved this whole freaking story and I'm so glad I decided to write it and now I am completely hooked on LoK fanfic so you will probably be seeing some more LoK action from me in the future. :)

Well, I'm gonna go wait now until the new episode comes out, although I've basically seen all of it already with all of the clips that have come out. :| Still so pumped though! XD

Please send me a final review and thanks a bunch to everyone who checked out this story.

~Fun-Sized Kirk