Korra

All of my life, I've been the girl in the background. I know my parents love me, but growing up, it didn't feel as though. We'd go to family gatherings and the moment I walked up to them asking a simple question, they would ignore me and wouldn't acknowledge my existence. It's not as bad as it used to be, but that doesn't mean that I still don't feel that way sometimes.

I don't know how Asami was raised, but I know that from now on, I will be paying as much of my attention to her as possible. I never meant to ignore her; all I was doing was work. She was going through something and I wasn't there to support her. If that were me, I know that I wouldn't have forgiven myself.

I lay in bed thinking about how I could give her the most today. I'm not the most creative when it comes to most things, but I know that I'll figure something out.

It's only seven a.m, so I know that she isn't up yet. I got out of my bed, still wearing my pyjamas, and walked to the kitchen to make breakfast. If there's something I know how to do, it's making food. I browsed the internet for about fifteen minutes before finally choosing what I was going to make; homemade carrot muffins. They were her favourite growing up.

I grate the carrots, measure out the dry and wet ingredients, and turn on the oven before I hear a shuffling down the hall. Asami is awake and all I can feel is a smile on my face. No matter what time of day it is, she'll always put a smile on my face.

"Good morning, Sleepyhead," I call to Asami from the kitchen.

"Morning," she said groggily.

I continued making the muffins as she sat on the island, "What are you making?"

"Carrot muffins." Even though I couldn't see her face, I knew that she was smiling. I know that I would.

She left the kitchen to go watch t.v, while I continued on the muffins. After the batter was in the oven, I joined her in the living room. She's been really into reality television recently and started watching To Hot To Handle. It's alright, but I'd only watch it if she were in the room as it isn't my cup of tea.

I watch twenty minutes of the show before I hear the timer for the muffins go off. I walk quickly towards the kitchen so that they wouldn't overbake. I grab a toothpick, open the oven door, and check to see if the muffins are done. The toothpick came out clean.

"Asami, the muffins are ready," if there's one thing I remember about Asami, it's that she'll eat anything out of the pan. She's done it since we were kids, so I don't doubt that that's what she'll do when she comes into the kitchen.

"It smells so good in here, Korra. I can't wait to try them," she said as she was taking a muffin from the pan.

We spend twenty minutes in the kitchen eating muffins and gossiping about our industries. Who knew how much gossip a model could have.

"Yeah, but from what I've heard, she isn't that fun to be around," Asami said.

"I would understand. Sure, she's very pretty, but she's only famous due to her name. She has no talent whatsoever."

"Agreed."

We continued our chat before we both went to our rooms to change into clothes. I went a lazy route, deciding on a pair of sweats and a hoodie. I will change if we go somewhere today, but until then, I'll rock this set.

I walked into the living room to see that it was empty. Makes sense, as Asami takes forever to get ready for anything.

When she finally walked into the living room, I saw that she was wearing a similar outfit as me, only she put on makeup.

"You look beautiful as always," I said to her, which caused her to blush. I don't know why, but whenever I compliment her recently, she's acted in that way.

"You don't look too shabby, yourself." I giggled at her comment. I know that I'm not unattractive, but I'm not as attractive as Asami Sato. No one is.

We decided to watch whatever show is provided the moment we turn on the t.v. The movie was the original Jumanji movie. If there's one actor I miss, it's Robin Williams. We started watching it about fifteen minutes into the movie, so we didn't miss much. Luckily.

Once the movie was over, I walked back into the kitchen to grab one of the muffins I had made previously that morning. They were good when they came out of the oven, but they're even better now that they're cooled. The flavours have blended wonderfully.

As I'm snacking on my muffin, Asami walks into the kitchen and starts going through the fridge. "What are you looking for?" I asked her.

"I'm not entirely sure yet. I want something savoury, but we only have sweet stuff left."

"I see," I said. "I could run to the store quickly if you'd like."

"Could you? That would be amazing."

"Anything for you." I grab a piece of paper and write down a list so I have an idea of what to grab when I get to the grocery store. Once I've finished writing my list, I grab my keys and yell to Asami that I'm leaving, "if there's anything that you need, message me."

"Will do," I heard from somewhere in the apartment.

The walk to the store was quick, and grabbing the food felt even quicker. If I saw something that I thought we'd need, I grabbed it.

Then I saw him.

He was tall, muscular, and looked to be around my age. I know I need to focus on other things, but at this moment, due to how pretty this man is, I couldn't help but stare at him for a moment.

Once he turned the corner to go to a different aisle, I snapped out of my trance and began to grocery shop. I grabbed a few more essential things before I went to the till. Due to how close the tills were to the aisle I was in, I got there rather quickly.

I started unloading all of my things when I heard a voice from behind me.

"I couldn't help but realize that you were staring at me earlier." I turned and saw the man from earlier with a smirk on his face. From the looks of it, he was enjoying what he was doing to me. I've been in relationships before, but as I said earlier, I'm not looking to be in a relationship.

"Oh, sorry. I didn't mean to. When something is interesting, I typically stare for a moment. Turns out, that interesting thing was you." Smooth Korra. Real smooth. Just because I'm a girl, that doesn't mean I can't fuck with this man's emotions either.

I paid for my groceries and gathered them before I left the store. I hope he remembers our short conversation for a little while. I doubt we'll see each other again.

When I got back to the apartment, I noticed that Asami had tidied up the place a bit. Pillows were placed neatly on the couch, there were no dishes on the kitchen counter, and as we walk in, the shoes are placed neatly by the door.

"I'm back," I called while I still had bags of groceries on my forearms. As I was placing the final bag on the counter, I see her walk into my view.

"Just in time for me to be heading out," Asami said from the living room as she was putting on boots.

"Where are you heading to?" I asked her, intrigued.

"My agent called me about a half hour ago explaining how this top-notch designer needed a model as fast as possible, so he called him up and my agent recommended me," she started explaining to me, "The designer called me with a location and everything."

"Asami, I don't mean to be rude, but I don't feel super comfortable with you going by yourself," I told her. Dangerous people are all around us, and due to her going by herself, I don't want her to risk it. "I wouldn't go to that location without a friend."

"Why don't you come with me then?" She asked, somewhat annoyed, but glad I brought up the subject of her safety.

"I'd be more than happy to." She smiled at my reply. Asami and I have been getting closer over the past couple of days. At first, I was shy and didn't know what to do or say. She was my childhood best friend who I thought disappeared when in reality she was still in the same city as me. "Let me go put on a more professional outfit."

When I walked into my room, I went straight to the closet. Once I was there, I spotted my favourite blazer which is light blue. I paired it with a white, skin-tight crop top and light blue skinny jeans. I know that the outfit isn't particularly professional, but it's better than nothing.

"You look like you're ready to go to a fancy restaurant," I heard Asami say as I walked out of my room. Now all I had to do was find my white converse. "Why thank you, Asami. I'm glad you're impressed."

She smiled at me with a slight blush on her cheeks. I smiled back.

We headed outside and spotted the Uber that had been ordered for us. We got in, and before we knew it, we were off to Asami's photoshoot. "So, Asami. what made you decide to become a model?"

"Well, growing up, you're aware of the bullying that I endured during grade school and how it affected me growing up. I went through multiple eating disorders and rarely felt as if I was welcomed in my own body. I've been in recovery for a couple of years now, but I'll always have it in the background. Becoming a model caused my confidence to skyrocket. I'm able to feel comfortable in my own body," Asami explained, "If it wasn't for modelling, I don't think I'd be where I am today."

"Well, I'm proud of you for following your dreams. You deserve everything that comes your way," I said. We stayed quiet for the rest of the drive, which I was fine with. I didn't want to bring anything up setting up as I know how horrible past trauma can affect a person.

Before we knew it, we were at the location where Asami's photoshoot was taking place. There wasn't much to it other than a garden outside and hardwood flooring inside.

Due to me only being at the location due to make sure that Asami was safe, I decided to play some games on my phone to pass the time. Who knows how long this process could end up being. If it goes on too long, I'll be exhausted for practice tomorrow.

I fell asleep.

I always do this. I can fall asleep in the most uncomfortable places, and still, be able to have a good night's sleep. Sleeping on planes is a breeze compared to other people. I fell asleep on a bench in the front lobby sitting up. Luckily the only people there were there for the photo shoot, I still woke up a little embarrassed.

Once fully woken up, I walked around in search of Asami. I find modelling interesting, so why not experience it for myself. I walked around the building for five minutes before stumbling into the room where Asami was located.

"Hey you," I heard from somewhere around me. I looked for the voice and there she was. Asami, is dressed in a very flowy white dress.

"You look amazing, Asami." I complimented. She blushed. Why has she been blushing so much recently?

"Thank you," she said, "anyways, we can leave in about ten minutes. I have a few more takes to take and then we can get out of here."

"Sounds like a plan," I replied.

I sat in a chair close to the door so that when Asami was ready to go, she could find me quickly. I opened my phone to Instagram and I gasped when I saw the first post on my screen. I know that people are shipping me and Asami together due to how much time we spend together, but it's starting to get out of hand. How could they have figured this out?

'Korra Andrews was spotted accompanying Asami Sato are her most recent photo shoot. Could they finally be official?'

For fuck's sake.

I hate people who are in the drama business. They don't allow celebrities to live normal lives like the rest of the world.

"Whatcha looking at?" Asami said in a childish tone.

"Oh, nothing," I replied, "just the press not leaving some people alone.

"Ahh, makes sense. They don't understand boundaries."

"Agreed."

We left the locations as quickly as we could. I just wanted to get back to the apartment as soon as possible. I'm tired and hungry and sick of what people think of me. I want to be known for my skills, not for who I could be in a relationship with or who my friends are. It's not fair to us.

I haven't been in the public eye for a long time, but for the time I have been there, I know that I hate the press and I wish that they didn't try to budge into my life as if they know everything that is going on. I want to be happy and free from judgement, but it doesn't feel as though that's happening. I'm sick of people telling me what is right, what's wrong, who to date, and where to go. I'm sick of it.

When we got home, I went straight to my bathroom and took a shower to cool off. Today has been interesting. The man from the grocery store, the press, and Asami looking as beautiful as usual.

"Why am I thinking of Asami in that way?" I asked myself.

When I got out of the shower, I put my hair in a bun and put a sports bra and joggers on. I want to be comfortable, so that's what I decided to wear.

"Dinner's ready," I heard Asmai call from the kitchen. I headed out there to see what she could have made for the two of us.

"Thank you for doing that Asami, I appreciate it."

"Of course," she replied, "you do most of the cooking anyway, so why not return the favour." I smiled at her. I do appreciate her doing that.

"So, while you were in the middle of your photo shoot, I came across an article about us. They know that I went there with you and they claim that we're together," I said as I took a bite of the spaghetti she had made.

"Seriously? They're doing that again?"

"Yup, they are."

We left that topic at that. Once finished dinner, we both decided that we had had enough of the day and decided to go to bed. We're both exhausted and need sleep in order to complete our day tomorrow.