Hey Guys! I am so sorry that I didn't update until now. I had a bit of writers block.
Korra: It's okay. We missed all of our readers.
Mako: Yeah. It was boring without you guys.
Bolin: You sure? Cause when I passed by your room in the apartment, Mako, I heard smooching up in there.
Mako: *blushing* Actually, Bolin, it was Asami…
Korra: *rage face* WHAT!? *cough* Um…I mean…How was it, you know, kissing the snob?
Bolin: OOOOOO! Look who's jealous!
Korra: *Dark shadows across her face and grabs Bolin by the neck* I'm not jealous.
Bolin: *gulps nervously* Yup. Totally. Not jealous at all.
Mako: Listen, Korra, she sneak attacked me after I came back from the studio and-
Korra: *pouts* whatever. Let's just get on with the story
Mako: But-
Korra: NOW!)
Recap:
-Korra was bullied in the hall
-Ran down the hall crying into Mako
-Ran to secret place (I forgot)
-Mako followed her
Here we are
Play Stay With Me by Sam Smith (Very romantic sounding-and this is coming from a 13 year old)
Korra's PoV
"I saw what happened," Mako repeated. I didn't spare him a look. "Why are you crying? You don't want to ruin your pretty face like that." I buried my face in my knees, hiding the red fury that's spreading across my face. He coughed awkwardly, realizing what he just said. "I-um-I mean-Well-"I chuckled and looked up from my knees as he stuttered, "Thanks for the compliment," I looked down, my heart fluttering. "You're cute when you stutter." He blushed and cleared his throat, "So you wanna talk about it?" I closed my eyes and looked away from him. I told him.
I told him about the little kids that bullied me.
I told him about the non-believing teacher.
About leaving my brother at the bus stop.
Running in my ransacked home.
Finding my parents with knives in their chests.
Social Services…
I let the tears fall from my eyes. Every single detail made my heart sink even lower. "And the worst part is the one who killed them was my uncle. He wanted the money from the company my dad created." (Sorry for not mentioning this earlier) A hand rubbed my back. I looked up to Mako sorrowfully. He had a distant look in his eyes. "That's even worse than how my parents died." My eyes went wide. "Mako, I am so sorry for you. I wanted all the pity that I didn't notice what pain you were in." He chuckled, "It's okay. You didn't know that my parents were gone. It's still a sensitive topic, but I like talking about it once in a while." I smiled up at him. He stood and offered me his hand to help me get up. "C'mon, we have to get to class or we're going to be late." I laughed. "We're already late as it is." He blushed and looked away pouting. "Let's just go."
(Korra: Does my story of my parents have to be so sad, I mean, HALLO, they're alive. Go to Nickelodeon.
Mako and Bolin: *cough*
Korra: Oops sorry…
Bolin: Anyways, the author has to say something.
Mako: I think it's gonna be cool
Korra: *mutters* The first time I have ever heard enthusiasm from that boy
Bolin: *mutters back* True Dat
Mako: I'VE BEEN HAPPY BEFORE! *rage* SEE! I'M SMILING! *bad attempt at a smile*
Author: *questionable look* Okay:
-first of all I'm Black-or African American (Whatevs)
-I like writing
-I play the flute
-I live in Florida (mentioned that last chapter)
-I like Skrillex, Sia, Pentatonix, Zedd, Eminem, Skylar Grey, and Zendaya and so on and so forth
-I like Wattpad as much as I like Fan Fiction
-This story will be a 20-30 chapter story
-I might make a sequel
-I wanna make a story with the Amazing Spider man (the animation on Disney) and the Legend of Korra, But get this, SHE'S A LITTLE KID. 12 years old to be exact.
Korra: Okay, Okay TMI
Mako: Let's get back to the story. The sooner we get this chapter done, the sooner I get more free time
Bolin: Party pooper)
Mako's PoV:
When we got back to class all eyes were on us. We passed by and got a late pass from Mrs. Opal, the art teacher. She is the only teacher that lets students get free passes. "Well it's nice of you two to finally show up to my Math class, Mr. Mako and Ms. Korra. Do you have a pass?" Ms. Juice (Ignore the simplicity of the choice of the name 'Ms. Juice.' I have a bottle of Tropicana Cranberry Juice right next to me. It is very good…juice…I like juice) looked at us both skeptically. I reached in my pocket to get my pass, but all I grabbed was lint. My eyes went wide, "W-well I can't find-."Korra held up two passes. "Right here Ms. Juice. He dropped it on the way in so I picked it up." I sighed. We sat all the way in the back while Ms. Juice started her lesson. I leaned over to Korra, who was currently taking notes. "Korra, psst, Korra. I wanna thank you for saving me back there." I whispered to Korra. She turned to me and silently giggled.
Oh the giggle.
No Mako don't think about it.
"You're welcome Mako." She turned back and finished her notes.
I turned my head towards the window beside me
He he he…..I love her giggle….
You sound like a creeper
SHUT UP!
Later in the Day
Korra's PoV
After Mako comforted me I couldn't help but feel something for him. Something deep. I was walking to the front gates to meet up with my brother because Mako had to do something with Bolin. "So, Kory, how was your day today?" Keen asked after we got to the car. A certain amber-eyed boy flashed in my mind. I blushed, not being able to wipe the grin off my face. "I-it was…Great." I sighed. Keen glanced at me with a questionable look. "Oh…Kay then…"
"KEENAN! TIME FOR DINNER!" I called. Keen ran down the stairs in his wife beater and Superman boxers. "I'm ready for the mac n' cheese!" I couldn't suppress my laughter. "What are you laughing for?" I pointed at his boxers, still unable to catch my breath. He looked at me with his 'I-Need-To-Get-Her-A-Strait-Jacket' look. After my laughter died down a little I regained my power to speak. "You-heehehe-Still wear those-pfft-To bed? What a baby-Bwahahhahhahaah" He gave me a stern look. "Hahaha, Laugh it all up. Can I have my Mac n' Cheese now?" He held out his hands. I looked at him and turned around to the pot. "Who says I made Mac n' Cheese? I probably went to a farm and took cow pies and made cupcakes out of it. Or I could've gone to that Chinese place and got fried dogs and cats and cooked their spleen and lied about it being chicken. Or-" He waved his hands in the air, face green with disgust. "Okay, okay, okay! I get it!" We enjoyed our dinner as a family, not like distraught orphans, with no problems.
(Hi guys sorry if it was so short. I was about to leave my mom's salon and I really wanted to publish this. Again, I am so *cue Mexican accent* verrry, verrry sorrry.
Pun of the day! YAAAAY! (*cries while typing* 'I'm so lame')
My friends and I are going to ride our bikes to a house party because I don't think we could handle bars.)