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Meelo

Meelo liked the Bending Brothers. He didn't like being the only guy all the time and even though Korra and Asami meant there were still more girls, he liked that there were boys now.

And Bolin was awesome! He was funny, he did stuff with him. Like picked worms and Earthbended him in the air and caught him like, fifty times. (That was the longest out of anybody!)

But Mako was cool. He didn't say a lot and exercised funny, punching his shadow on the ground (he called it "shadowboxing"). But he was friendly and called Meelo "Kid" in a cool way, like Uncle Bumi did, and promised to teach him how to move like him one day.

Meelo liked Mako.

Ikki said that Korra liked Mako, even though Mako kissed Asami a lot (which was about the only yucky thing Mako did, but it wasn't unforgivable because Meelo knew it was a good thing when Daddy kissed Mommy or when Mommy kissed Daddy—or at least, Jinora had said so once when he had said it was nasty).

But Meelo knew Mako liked Korra. Or, at least, he thought so. He looked at her like Daddy looked at Mommy a lot. But he couldn't be sure.

That's why he was playing "Blue Spirit" in the bushes. Usually, he did this when he wanted to scare Jinora and Ikki or pretend that he was saving Mommy from the evil guys (the Air Acolytes) that kept her in their fortress (the house), but this was different. And it was boring for a minute cuz he had to watch Korra practice airbending, but soon Mako came. And then they started talking. And then fighting.

Meelo liked Mako and Korra together. Asami was nice, but for this situation (Daddy said that a lot now, "but for this situation"), Korra was better for a lot of reasons. Meelo couldn't really explain it. They weren't the same, but somehow, that wasn't bad or yucky.

Korra was like...chocolate. Mommy gave him chocolate sometimes, so he knew what chocolate was like. It was sweet and made him want to do everything all the time until he was tired—but that was never until dinner time. And whenever Mommy had some and gave him a tiny, tiny piece, it made him happy, like how Korra made him happy when the two of them had a screaming contest.

And Mako was like milk... Not like regular milk because that was boring, but like what happened to milk when Mommy put it in her tea. It looked sandy-colored and Mommy always looked happy and he had seen her happy earlier when Mako had helped her serve everybody lunch today.

Chocolate...and milk.

Chocolate milk!

Yeah!

Mako and Korra were chocolate milk and that was good because everybody likes chocolate milk. Chocolate and milk were different from one another, and they tasted good by themselves, but even better together.

He would've ran and told somebody this, but Korra and Mako were still fighting. NO, they had stopped fighting and now they were talking again about something—he didn't know; he hadn't been listening 'til now—except they were getting really close.

Really close.

They looked like they were going to eat each other's faces off, but he knew that they were probably going to kiss. (And because it wasn't Mommy and Daddy doing it, it was nasty.) He squirmed from his hiding place, back to being the Blue Spirit.

Their faces were like, really close, when Mako suddenly broke off.

"I'm not doing that again." He stepped back, shaking his head. His hand ran through his head really cool. "Why do you keep doing that?"

Korra backed up too, surprised, but then she started yelling. "It's not my fault that you keep doing it! Stop blaming me. You keep finding me; just now, you got close to me. If you keep wanting to kiss me, then maybe it's not as complicated as you think it is!"

"...Are you serious?"

"Am I laughing?"

He screamed funny and clenched his fingers. "...HOLY TUI AND LA, KORRA—YOU'RE CRAZY!"

"AND YOU'RE IN DENIAL!"

Meelo jumped out of the bushes. "You're in denial!" He yelled, throwing off his mask.

"Whoa! Meelo, were you in the bushes this entire time?" Korra asked. She sounded just like Mommy did that one time when Meelo had been playing Hide-and-Seek in Oogi's stable.

"Yeah!" He made an air scooter and spun around them; their eyes got bigger as they followed his movement. "Guess what? You and Mako are like chocolate milk."

"...Chocolate milk?" Mako asked.

"Yeah. You're different, but you guys are good together. And if you mixed together, you'd be chocolate milk!" His scooter disappeared, but his hands made an air ball instead, the wind materializing in his tiny palms.

Korra's face was funny when it turned red. "...What? You think we're like...what?"

"Chocolate milk! You're chocolate and Mako is the milk. Chocolate milk!"

They both were really red. "Oh no." Mako said, his head shaking in horror.

Meelo had a better word. "HolyTuiandLa!"

"Oh no. No. No no no..." Mako looked around for Korra, but she was already leaving, her wolftail shaking furiously. "Wait, where are you going? He can't, he can't be walking around saying that! His dad'll kill me!"

She turned back to them. "Nope." Her hands made an 'X'. "That is not me. He heard you say that; you taught him that—you teach him not to say it." She walked away, her head shaking again.

Mako still looked funny. And it was funny because Mako was so cool, but he looked like one of Unkkie Sokka's paintings.

Chocolate Milk

Meelo is funny. I'm Makorra-stupid and I feel like it's so simple that even Meelo'd get it. I thought this was a good way of just being more light-hearted after all the other oneshots I've written thus far.

The use of the Blue Spirit as a game for Meelo is just funny. I think it's perfect for him and it'd make sense if someone told him the story.

On another note...in a few hours of publishing the dirty version of "Korra's Theory", I've gotten a lot of likes. Thanks and just know...I see y'all...