Previously on Different Worlds Collide

I arose sat up quickly, looking around everywhere, wondering where the hell I was. I was in my room, lying in my bed with Naga at on the floor, sleeping soundly. Everything that had just happened to me was a dream. My script was to my left and I picked up the one page. It wasn't a line that I had to know, but it held so much meaning.

I didn't choose this life. I was born into this and I had no choice, but you were the lucky one to be able to live up to whatever you wanted. You're capable of shaping you're life while I get to live like a robot, having my past and life control me.

Nothing was making sense. Especially that dream, but as I thought of it, each scene had a meaning. Love, family, life, sacrifice, and I wasn't exactly sure about that last one, but maybe it meant memories. I didn't understand why I had that dream though.

I was too exhausted to think about. I lay back down on the bed, trying to fall back asleep. Hopefully, to a dreamless sleep.

Korra's POV

After my reckless night and that unusual dream, I took it easy the next morning. I ate some cereal and sat in front of the TV in my sweats and a baggy, old t-shirt. I was going to have to go to my agent's office later, but for the time being I was going to enjoy my soggy cereal and reruns of Friends.

After listening to Ross and Rachael bicker and the others eating organic wax, I had to get out of my stuffy house. I quickly dressed myself in some shorts and a tank top to go for a quick run along with Naga. While I was running listening to my music, it calmed me. However, that calmness let my brain run free to think about all the crap it'd been through the past month. The scandal, the kiss, and that strange dream.

I couldn't let that stuff get to me if I wanted to remain sane though. I slowed down on a calmer part of the street and took my headphones out to just listen to the sounds of the birds and other normal sounds in my area. Naga pulled me over to some random bush upside the street sniffing it and not much else when I felt my phone vibrate in my hand.

Hey, umm…I'm at your place with my brother and Asami. They wanted us to hang out today, but refused to text you first. So…yeah. I don't know where you are, but if you could get here quick that'd be great or call them to tell them you can't make it. –M

Great, people were in my driveway and I was all sweaty and had a giant dog with me. I shook my head and shoved my headphones back in my ears and ran back with Naga to my place.

When we arrived, I saw Asami's Porsche and one of the guy's silver, Ford F150 truck. Ironically, the three of them were in the bed of the truck waiting for me.

"Karina! You have us all waiting!" Bolin exclaimed while looking rather comfy in the bed of the truck.

I knew he was just kidding around, but I decided to play along with him. I released Naga from her leash so she could wonder the yard while I talked to them. I walked up closer to the truck where I knew Bolin and the others could clearly see my facial expressions. I placed my hand on my hip while narrowing my eyes at Bolin and gave him my best "Don't piss me off" look which resulted in Bolin sinking down so he could possibly hide behind the tailgate.

I lost my composure when he did that and I started to laugh at him. Bolin rose back up and stuck his bottom lip out like a child.

"Geez, Bolin, let a girl have some fun. Come on though, you couldn't have texted me before y'all drove yourselves over to my place."

Asami explained that she was too lazy to text me and before they knew it they were all over at my place. At first I was thinking this was a horrible idea, but after we chatted for a bit I warmed up to the idea. I was kind of sweaty so I invited them into my place while I took a shower. As I was showering, I realized I needed to get my act together. One kiss with Mako didn't have to ruin everything and maybe the single life would serve me good for a while. I could hang with my friends and have some fun with other guys without having consequences.

When I was done with my shower and in some fresh clothes, I gave all of them a tour of my house. It wasn't anything great, but it was sufficient enough for me. However, I skipped one room in my house, but Mako seemed to notice that I skipped a room that had its door closed.

"Hey, Karina, what about this room?" Mako asked. Everyone else had failed to notice it and continued to my steps, but then halted and realized I didn't share that room.

"Umm…actually, that room is not mine. I have another friend that lives there, but she's not living here at the moment. She's foreign and she went back home to her native land," I explained with as straight of a face as I could. All I could think of was, where the hell did that come from?

"How come you've never mention this other friend of yours?" Asami questioned me with a raised eyebrow.

"She doesn't like to be mentioned to all my friends. She's likes to be on the down low, you know. She's actually prepping to be a famous winter Olympian, maybe you'll see her in 2018," I dragged on. This isn't making any sense.

Everyone looked at me like I was a mental patient. "It's true! She went back to her homeland of Finland. She's the cousin of some famous Finnish NHL player that has the possibility of being drafted next season. Her name's Elsa Scrovozski." Wow, maybe I do need to be admitted into a mental hospital.

"Well, do you think Elsa would mind if we just looked in her room for a moment?" Mako asked, placing his hand on the doorknob as if he was going to turn it, but continued to have his body perpendicular to the door and faced me.

"I think she would mind. Elsa doesn't like people rooting through her stuff. Now come on, her room isn't important."

Thankfully, Mako dropped his instigation about my made up friend and we headed down to my living room. Asami started to talk about some of her plans for the next week while Bolin went to raid my fridge and Mako went to the bathroom. It was fun, I didn't do this type of thing that often, but I had to admit just talking about random stuff was fun.

"Anyway, I feel like I've been talking about myself too much. What about you? Any fun plans before it becomes cold again?"

"Oh yes! Mako and I plan on looking for some cute ladies that we can spoil," Bolin interrupted while his mouth was also full of my potato chips. He came over to the couch where I was sitting, threw my chips down on my coffee table, and threw his right arm around my shoulders.

"Haha, Bolin, no thanks. Anyway, I don't think I have any great plans other than doing some movies. My one is basically done with some post production still needed, but then it's done and the premiere of it then. I have another movie role that I got, but I was notified it doesn't have enough funds so it may or may not be filmed. Other than that, I don't really have anything planned." As I told her of my plans, I realized how sad my life was. Even though that's just what I thought was going on for the next few months, it was still sad. Nothing that major was going on and my ass and couch were probably going to be best friends instead of me going out with friends.

"Karina, you need to come to my brother's place near the end of summer! Every year we have kind of an end of the summer party and huge bon fire. We don't invite a lot of people, but every year it's always fun and someone always does something outrageous. Maybe that person would be you this year, Karina!"

I chuckled at Bolin's enthusiasm for the party that he was describing and so was Asami. Maybe I would have to drop in on that party for some fun. I then realized that Mako was missing for quite some time and then I realized what he was doing, but I had to act nonchalantly before I went upstairs.

"Hey, Mako's been gone a while. I think I'll go check on him," I announced, unwrapping Bolin's arm from my shoulders. As I was walking up the steps I heard Bolin joke, "Beware of smells that will make your eyes burn, Karina!"

I knew that wasn't going to be an issue at all because Mako didn't even try to be sly with his disobedience as he left my room's door completely open. I slowly and quietly approached the door to find him looking at some of the old pictures I put in there that I couldn't look at on a daily basis. He seemed to be examining them, trying to figure out who the people in the pictures were.

"Can I help you?" I interrogated, leaning against the doorframe. I was containing my anger at him for going somewhere where he clearly didn't belong.

"Umm," he slowly turned around to meet my unimpressed look on my face, "Karina, I wasn't trying to snoop or anything, I swear. I just knew something was up with this room and it wasn't locked or anything. I don't even see what the big deal about this room is," he explained, standing his ground.

I shook my head at him while I slowly walked closer to him. Asami had mention he had a broken past and I never tried to pry for information about that. He was prying in my personal life, unintentionally and unaware most likely, but he was still disobeying some simple orders I gave him.

"A while ago a little birdy told me you're broken on the inside because of your past. Now, did I ever pry you for information about it? Or has the whole time we've known each other been 'let's find info on Karina to burn her about' time? We aren't the best of friends or maybe we aren't even friends.

"Nevertheless, I gave simple instructions to not go in this room. Yes, I lied about what was in the room, but still you shouldn't have come in here, Mako," I lectured, in a calm yet stern voice. I couldn't even look at him because of what was behind him. I looked the other way while my eyes were shut as if there was a horror scene on TV.

"I don't even see what the big deal about the room is, Ka-" he started, but I interrupted.

"It doesn't matter!" I snapped, snapping my face to look him directly in his eyes to show how pissed off I was. "Get out of this room and go downstairs," I seethed. When he didn't move, I snapped.

I walked around him, trying my best not to look at the stuff, and pushed him roughly from behind on his back. Once I reached the door, I shoved him rather roughly out the door then slammed it right in his face then locked it.

I pressed my forehead against the door while pounding my fist on the door. I felt the tears slide down my face from a memory when I was ten. It had nothing to do with Mako, but the situation that we were in trigger a memory that I never wanted to remember.

I was alone in my room after getting news that no ten year old was to ever hear. I had my knees to my chest on my bed and I was crying so hard that I wasn't even trying to contain it. I could hear my uncle banging on my door to let him back in my room, but I just wanted to be alone.

My room was dark as death as lightning flashed across my room and then thunder. It was raining horribly outside and it wasn't helping my mood at all. I should've turned on a light, but I wanted to wallow in the darkness for a while.

I couldn't think of anything else, but that it was my entire fault even though somewhere in me I knew it wasn't. I had a life planned, but now I didn't know where I was supposed to go.

I jumped off my bed, kneeling down to grab something from underneath my bed. Underneath my bed was a junkyard, and something pricked my hand so I felt blood trickling down my hand. When I finally found what I was looking for, I pulled it out quickly. I could barely see it, but I knew it was my future snowboard. When the lightning flashed across the room I saw the small inscription of a name that I would forever hate, Ice Dragon. Soon enough, the name was buried with the blood from my cut.

I turned around with my face in my hands and I slid my back down the door. It hurt, just like it did years ago. Here I was, a twenty-three year old woman sobbing in a room filled with pictures and other things from my childhood. For most people it would be a joy to look at old memories, but I never wanted to remember it.

Eventually, I slowly and shakily got up and slowly walked up over to where some of the stuff was. There was so much stuff. There were a few old soccer jerseys, some trophies and metals, a snowboard, a skateboard, a motorcycle helmet, some family pictures, some newspaper articles, and some other stuff. Everything had its own story and brought a different memory to mind, but today wasn't the day to take a stroll down memory lane.

Mako's POV

I was surprised at Karina's demeanor when she discovered I was in her secret room. Yes, I excepted her to be mad, but I didn't except her to completely lecture me and throw me out of the room. When she told me to leave, I didn't. I stayed right by that door.

I heard pounding on the door and I wondered why Karina was doing that, but then I heard what I believed was crying. Something was up and I didn't know what. I sat down against the wall that was opposite of the door. I was stubborn as hell, and I'd let Karina yell at me again. I just wanted to know what was up with the room.

A few more minutes passed and I heard some movement, but the door didn't open. As I sat there, I thought about what I saw in the room. I had seen a few soccer jerseys and some old, what I assumed were old family pictures from her childhood. The strange thing was that in some of the photos Karina seemed sad and lost, nothing like what she like now.

I continued to think about them when the door suddenly opened. Karina stood there, looking defeated. I stood up from my position as if I was ready to fight with her, but then the most surprising thing happened.

Karina slowly walked up to me and at first I thought she was going to slap me. However, she ended up hugging me while mumbling, "I'm sorry." At first I was stunned by her hugging me, but then I wrapped my arms her to comfort her.

I was never in a situation like this. Well, I was in one similar with my brother, but that was completely different. I didn't even know why Karina was acting like this, and I didn't know why I was questioning the fact that I was holding the girl I liked. I guess it was the fact that she was upset over something that I had no clue about.

I rubbed my hands up and down her back to try to comfort her and she kept mumbling about something that I couldn't understand. It was kind of weird and comforting at the same time as she mumbled and I swayed us back and forth a little to try to comfort her more. As I did that, I looked into the room that caused this whole shindig. I saw one of her soccer jerseys and I couldn't read the back clearly, but I swore it read, "McIce" instead of her actual last name.

Posted: June 20, 2014

I am so, so sorry! It's been almost three months since I've posted! Real life has just taken up so much of my time. I seriously hope I can have this story done with before the summer is over which means I'd have to update like once a week…not that I'm saying that will happened, but I will seriously try to update more frequently.

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