The Beginning

(Thank you for reading this story! My friend Alex wrote the song near the end of this chapter, because Korra never told me the real lyrics. Remember to R&R!)

They walked in the snow towards the village.

"So tell me about yourself," Korra requested of Moja.

"Well," Moja started. "I was born and raised here in the Water Tribe. I don't have parents anymore because a firebender killed them during a visit to Republic City."

"Wow, that sounds awful," Korra replied.

"Yeah, it was. So I was raised in a foster home here," he continued. "My foster parents are very nice, but they're not the same as my real parents."

"Yeah, I can understand that," Korra responded. "So what do you do for fun around here?"

"Well, they're not very strict, so I play the guitar in a band."

"Really?" Korra asked. "Does your band have a name?"

"Yes, it is named The Penguin Otters. We play every other week at the pub."

"Penguin Otters? Those are my favorite animals," Korra replied. Naga, upon hearing of penguin otters, licked her lips. "Naga's pretty hungry, and so am I," Korra commented. "When are we going to get lunch?"

"Well, we're here now." They were standing in the doorway to his house.

He held open the door for her. "After you," said Moja.

"You don't have to do that," Korra replied.

"Well, you're a girl. And also the Avatar. So it's only polite," he mentioned.

"Yeah, I guess so," she replied.

They entered into the small, one room house.

"Foster Mom? Foster Dad?" Moja yelled.

"I guess they're not home," he explained, scanning the room with his cobalt blue eyes.

"Well that's good. It means you can fix me a really big lunch."

He cooked noodles for her, and played guitar while she ate.

Every day, right 'round eight

She comes in for a chocolate frap

She takes her drink and my heart sinks

cuz I'm still caught in her friend zone trap

Spraying some whipped cream for the girl of my dreams

For my eight o' clock cocoa bean baby

Why can't I get through? What more can I do

so that one day, darlin', maybe

I can be more than your frappe boy

We're together every day, don't be coy

I'm stuck behind this counter, but this is not my world

Please be more than my frappe girl

(AN: Isn't it perfect? So true.)

She sighed dreamily as he sang. "You have a wonderful voice," she cooed at the Water Tribe boy.

"Thanks, but it's really nothing special," he said. "If I'm lucky, I'll take it to Republic Records and they'll make a record out of it. I want to get out of this town."

"Me too," Korra replied. "Nobody understands me. Let's run away together."

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