Asami P.O.V

I can't believe that I woke up late.

I have to be at the airport in less than an hour.

I rush out of bed and run to my bathroom so that I'm able to have a shower. I don't want the person beside me to think that I stink, now do I? I'm a well-put person, and if my schedule is even the slightest bit messed up, the entire vibe of the day is weird. My shower is quick, only about ten minutes, which is record time for me. I don't even bother touching my long, ebony hair since time is running out.

I walk out of the bathroom and grab the closest pieces-of-clothing that I can gather: Grey sweatpants, an oversized t-shirt and a flannel. I know, it's not exactly classy, but I'd rather be comfortable.

Thank God I packed my bag last night or, I'd be stressing even more than I am. I have forty-five minutes to get to my gate or else I will miss my plane. I drag my suitcase to the elevator that will take me to the lobby of my apartment building. My car is located right outside in its parking space. I walk towards it, hitting the button on my key that allows me to open the trunk.

I place my bag into the car, close the door, and head to the driver's seat. I adjust the mirrors, make sure that my seat's comfortable, then put my seatbelt on. If there's anything that my father has taught me, it's how to be safe while driving. I pull out of the parking space and head onto the main road. I'm anxious about what the adventure ahead of me is to provide, but I'm excited. There's a sense of warmth in the moments leading to me boarding that plane.

It takes me ten minutes to get to the airport; it's a good thing I live so close. I pull into the parking garage, paying before being able to park. I know that I'll be gone for a couple of weeks, but I can't help but miss this beautiful car, even if it's an inanimate object. I grab my bag from the back of my car and run to the front of the airport, so I'm able to board the plane.

I run to an open check-in station and fill out my information as quickly as possible. It asked for my name, my age, all of the necessary information that they need. After getting my ticket, the next stop is security. Luckily, there aren't many people here today, so the process went by quite quickly. Now, I have to find my gate. Since I know this airport quite well because of my past travel, I'll be there with time to spare. Or so I thought.

That's when I ran into her.

"I'm so sorry," is what I said to this girl, not paying attention to my surroundings. That's when I noticed. She has the most beautiful blue eyes. Bright and full of worry, as if she was worried about me. I doubt that since we're at an airport.

"It's no worry," she replies, helping me gather everything that I've dropped. She hands me my stuff before getting up and walking away. I wonder if I'll ever see her again?

I get up and stare at her as she walks away. I've never had that happen to me before. I finally find my gate to figure out that there's been a delay. I was stressing for no reason. But at least I won't be worried about missing my flight.

I put my AirPods in and press shuffle on Spotify.

"As I open my eyes

Hold it, focus, hoping

Take me back to the light."

The sweet sound of his voice has always taken me to my happy place. Without it, I don't know what I'd do. I close my eyes and think of the adventures I had with my friends last summer after graduation. It was the best summer a girl could ask for; Going to the lake almost every day, hanging out with my boyfriend, even if we broke it off at the end of it. We're still friends, but it put a strain on our relationship.

Time went by quickly, and although I have my AirPods in, I can still hear someone call that my place is now boarding. "Flight 242 from Atlanta to Los Angeles is now boarding." Finally.

Since I bought a seat in coach, Group C will board last. I don't mind. my mind is just running with excitement. My modelling career is about to begin. I show the flight attendant my boarding pass before entering the plane. I walk towards the back of the plane to find my seat. I'll have easier access to the bathrooms, but I will have to move for the other passengers sitting with me.

I place my suitcase up ahead so that I'm able to have more space. I do keep my backpack with me. I grabbed as much as I could from my father's apartment since I hadn't moved out yet. I found an apartment located in Los Angeles. But with how expensive it is, I will need a roommate.

I take a seat, and almost immediately, someone taps me on the shoulder to get to their spot. I got up, allowing them to get to their accommodation, which was by the window. Before sitting back down, I notice someone familiar, but they've gone the next second. It's funny how that happens.

Around fifteen minutes after I sat down the first time, we take off. The flight attendants then go over their routine. Since it will take about five hours to get to my destination, I decide to catch up on my very much-needed rest. If I'm unable to, I have movies downloaded onto my phone for entertainment.

I felt my eyes go heavy, and before I know it, I'm asleep.

I wake up to a woman shaking me, asking me if I needed anything to drink. Since I'm now awake, I might as well have something. "I'm sorry for waking you," she said, "but would you like anything to drink." I'm the type of person who gets angry when being woken up for no reason, but since she's doing her job, I respond with, "Can I get a Ginger Ale and Water?"

Within thirty seconds, she has my drinks placed on my tray. She then speaks with the gentleman beside me while I pull out my phone to watch my movies. I downloaded Baby Driver and The Princess Bride. I've watched both multiple times, but I do have to say, they're my favourites. I decided to watch Baby Driver first since it's long since I have no clue how long we've been in the air. They usually send drinks about an hour after take-off, so I'm assuming it's been about an hour.

Thirty minutes after getting my drinks, flight attendants make their rounds to gather all of the garbage. I ask the lady if she could grab me a bottle of water since that wasn't enough for me. She nods before getting back to her chore. I keep watching my movie before the woman from before comes back with water. "Thank you," I say to her. She nods.

Before I know it, we've landed in Los Angeles. It's crazy to think that this is my new home. A city that I've never been to before. I'm excited.

Since I know how packed the aisle will become, I wait for it to clear a bit before I grabbed my bag. I let the man beside me understand my plan, and he was on board with it. "I'm waiting for the aisle to clear out a little bit if you don't mind waiting," I said to the man. "I do the same thing," he smiled at me. I smiled back.

After five minutes of waiting for passengers to clear, I was finally able to grab my bags. I thanked the flight attendants and wished them a good day. Before you know it, I'm in front of the airport trying to access a taxi. Who knew that that would be hard? I sure didn't.

"Finally," I exclaimed the moment a taxi driver acknowledged my presence.

"Where too?" The taxi driver asked. He looked around the age of thirty with darker skin and glasses. Since he was in the front and I was seated in the back, I couldn't see many of his features.

I'm always one to become flustered when someone new speaks to me. I know it's something that should've gotten over in my early teen years, but I never did. "Umm... Could you take me to this address?" I asked the man. I then showed him the address via phone.

The man said, with his sweet, yet assertive voice, "As you wish."

"Was that a movie reference?" I asked, not exactly knowing whether or not he referenced The Princess Bride.

"Depends on whether you know the movie or not," the man joked. Of course, I know what movie he was referencing. It's an all-time favourite of mine.

"The Princess Bride," I said confidently.

"Correct," he said with what I think is a smile on his face.

The man and I didn't speak much more after that, but I did feel comfortable in his company. I would have spoken to him more, but sadly, I became anxious due to the new surroundings.

I can't believe that I am now in Los Angeles. It's been a dream of mine since I was a child.

As a child, as was know as the ugly duckling of my grade. I was bullied for how I presented myself and for how I looked. No matter how hard I tried to please my peers, they would always find a new thing to bully me. Throughout that time of my life, I was lucky enough to have my best friend. The summer leading to our seventh-grade year, she moved away; I don't remember where she relocated.

Her name was Korra. Korra Andrews. She and I were inseparable, hanging out twenty-four seven. I felt broken when she left as if a part of me was leaving. I know that I couldn't do anything about it, but if I could go back in time, I'd find a way to stay in contact.

After she left, I had no one to talk to; Sure, I had my dad, but I don't think he'd want to listen to all of our female drama. It took a lot of time to heal from the heartbreak of losing my best friend, but I eventually got over it.

The summer before grade eight, I grew from five-three to five-nine. I don't think my body enjoyed that experience, but I'm glad that I'm tall. After getting my period, I then grew another two inches. My hair to be just below my shoulders. I learned how to apply make-up, then boom, every boy at my school wanted to date me. It felt nice to be appreciated, but that only caused problems from there.

I lost weight unhealthily fast. I wanted to please the boys with a skinny, hot girl that they couldn't say no to; My father was so proud of me for losing weight, but the moment he realized what was happening, he tricked me into a trip to the hospital. I did not want to be there. I thought that I was fine, but I soon learned that what I was doing was dangerous. I was diagnosed with Anorexia. I didn't know how because I was eating what I thought was enough. I now know that I wasn't.

I did get better, but it took a lot of time. The moment people found out, it was back to being bullied. They said that my illness should have killed me and that I wasn't good enough to live. I was smart enough not to self-harm, but that's when I started bingeing. I learned how to stop and maintained myself at a healthy weight. Now I'm here, in Los Angeles.

After many years of therapy and self-motivation, I started my modelling career. It started small, and as time grew, my popularity grew amongst the media. By the time I was nineteen, I had over five thousand followers on Instagram.

We finally pulled up to my new apartment building, but before I grabbed my bags, I paid and thanked the man for driving me around. Walking into the building, I noticed how beautiful the lobby was. It has white marble flooring with dark wood walls. I find it to be very professional looking.

I walk up to the front desk and notice how interested the lady is in her magazine. She's so interested in it she wasn't even aware of me. "Hello?" I asked the lady, "I'm here to pick up the key to my new apartment."

"Name?" The lady said blandly. Her voice didn't show emotion.

"Asami Sato."

She gave me a forced smile, "Well, Asami Sato. Welcome to Dynasty Apartments. You're renting apartment 202, which is one of the larger and more expensive apartments. As long as you pay your bills on time, I'm sure you'll do fine." She then handed me the key to my new apartment.

"Thank you so much," I said to the lady as I walked to the elevator. I'm sure she went right back to the magazine the second I stepped away.

I've never been this excited before. It's my first time living alone, without my father. I'll eventually find a roommate, but until then, I have to do things myself.

Walking into the apartment felt mindblowing. It has bamboo flooring, whereas the walls were pale grey instead of white. The kitchen is beautiful, with marble counters and dark cupboards. The appliances are stainless steel, which is splendid. I then find my new room. It's larger than I thought. The walls are the same light grey from the living space, but instead of a hard floor, it was carpet.

I place my bags down before realizing that I needed to get food so that I'm able to live a comfortable new life. Luckily there's a grocery store down the street. I grab my purse that consists of my wallet, sunglasses, and many other useless items. I remember to lock my apartment halfway down the hall. It's something that you should remember to do.

The walk to the store was nice; weird but nice.

The people here to smile at you as they walk past as they did in Atlanta. It makes sense as to why they're like this: they think they're better than everyone else. But why don't they show hospitality? I sure don't know.

My trip to the grocery store was quick due to me just moving in. I grabbed rice, canned beans, pasta, and anything else that I'd need to live off of for the next couple of days. I also grabbed instant coffee so that I'd be able to feed my thirst for the drink. I haven't purchased the needed item yet.

I walked home as quickly as my legs could carry me due to how dark it had gotten in the twenty-five minutes I was in the building. I wave to the lady at the front desk before pressing the button to enter the elevator. Again, she looked very invested in that magazine. Does she a different one? I wonder.

The elevator ride was quick due to only living on the second floor. Going up the stairs would have been faster, but I thought taking the elevator is the safest bet. I walk to my door and struggle to find my keys.

"Hey, let me help you with that," I hear a voice say from near me. I turn and see a man, possibly around my age, who has a contagious smile.

"Oh," I say, passing him a few bags, "thank you."

"Anytime, Miss," he's a gentleman too? Could I live in the best building?

"My name is Asami, by the way," I tell him before entering my apartment.

"Bolin." That's a weird name, but my name is as well.

"It's nice to meet you, Bolin. Could you place them on the counter?" It's nice that I was able to meet a neighbour on the first day here. He walks into the kitchen and places the items down.

Bolin is quite attractive. He has dark brown hair and green eyes that bring you into his gaze; He also has the most contagious smile. But is he my type? Sadly, no.

Before Bolin leaves, I thank him for what he's done. "If you need anything, knock," he turns before he walks out with a smile and a wave.

I walk into the kitchen to put my groceries away. I leave out my rice, a single pepper, and some tomato sauce for dinner. It's something simple that I know I won't be able to burn. It comes together within ten minutes due to me purchasing five-minute rice, which is convenient.

After dinner, I walk to my room and dig through my bags to find the linens I packed. The bed is unmade, so I wanted to make myself comfortable for the night ahead.

After I've made the bed, I get into my pyjamas. I found my favourite plaid pyjama pants while I was digging through to the linens.

I walk out to the couch and channel surf until something catches my eye.

"Atlanta-born is on her way to the top." On her way to the top? I wonder who she is. "Korra 'The Avatar' Andrews has joined Los Angeles' new soccer team, The Los Angeles Novas."

"Korra?" That's when I come face to face with the woman I ran into at the airport earlier today.

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