"Hey Asami," Wu said innocently, "You've been here a while, hmm?"
"Going on my third year."
"So, uh, what are the chances I'd get caught by Tarrlok if I were to say... try to sneak in some vodka?" he whispered.
"What are the chances of Sean Bean dying in a movie?"
Mako and Korra roared with laughter. It was their third day at Camp Amon, and they were sitting out on the dock during their free-time. Noatak and Tarrlok had agreed to let Korra go swimming so long as the other members of her group obliged; everyone was more than happy to get away from the rest of camp and take in the scenery. Kuvira was parked in a chair at the shoreline, happily reading a book— occasionally shooting them glances. But she didn't seem to care what they were doing during their free-time so long as they were being "straight".
Asami and Mako had joined Korra in the water, while Wu stayed mostly dry on the dock. He was currently giving himself a manicure (the camp had unfortunately confiscated his nail polish).
Mako splashed Korra, "Dude, how would you even sneak vodka in?"
"I don't know," Wu snapped, "Maybe they have some hidden in a cabinet? Noatak looks like the type of guy who takes the edge off at night with a belt."
"Maybe we could send a message in a bottle to one of the houses on the other side of the lake," Korra chuckled.
"Not a bad idea," Wu mused.
"Hey, Wu, why don't you join us?"
"And mess up this hair? It took me half an hour— "
"He woke up early," Mako mumbled, "The sun wasn't even out. I'm not even in the same cabin and I heard him!"
"— and besides, I haven't seen a single lifeguard since we got here! What if I drown? Who will save me? Counselor Badgermole over here?"
"Uh, bro, half the people who work here are Water Tribe. We're lifegaurds by default," Korra scoffed. "Come on in!"
"The hair, Korra. I have to protect the hair."
The others shrugged and continued swimming. Korra had convinced Kuvira to drag some pool noodles out from a dusty old shed that probably hadn't been opened in ten years. Mako and Asami had a foam sword fight on the docks, last man standing style. Asami wasn't holding back, either.
"AAAAHHHH!" Wu screamed, as Mako lost his balance and tripped.
The two boys tumbled into the lake, with poor Wu doggie-paddling to stay afloat.
"Help me, Mako! Save me!" he screamed, scrambling to hold onto the other boy.
"Alright... calm down... ouch, dude, mind the neck!"
"Mako!" Asami laughed from up on the dock, "Protect the hair!"
"I'M WORKING ON IT!"
"Hey, no touching of the same sex!" Kuvira chided from the shore.
"But he has to protect the hair, Counselor Badgermole!" Korra shouted back.
Everyone laughed but the Kuvira and Wu.
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"Oh man, look at this mess," Wu said, checking himself out in Asami's pocket mirror.
"Dude, just take a shower tonight. You're going to get up early to fix it up anyways," Mako retorted.
"Yeah, but what if a cute boy see's it and thinks 'ugh that Wu dude is a total fugly'."
"You're not here to hook up, Wu," Kuvira scolded. "Pass the salad, please."
Korra swallowed another bite of spaghetti, "So, Counselor Badgermole, what's the schedule for tomorrow?"
"Don't call me that," Kuvira said (she was smiling, though). "We have an all-camp activity led by Noatak. We're going to discuss the likely roots of your individual cases of homosexuality."
"Mine's engineering," Asami said with a wink, "every single time. Being smart and working with tools and shit made me gay."
Kuvira blinked at the other girl, clearly stunned at Asami's interruption, and resumed talking. "Uh... we'll be doing various group activities after lunch. Does everyone have a journal?"
"Uh, what?" Mako asked.
"It said in the checklist before you came here to bring a blank journal. It's going to help you to record your feelings this summer. You'll be amazed at how much you change."
"Miss, I'm dirt poor. My foster dad is using the winnings from my sports team to send me here."
"Oh... well... I'm sure we have some blank journals in the store room."
"And how was everybody's day?" Noatak asked— with that same saccharine enthusiasm he had used the first night, and every meal since.
No one said anything.
"Way to go, bro," Korra thought. "You succeeded in enrolling a room full of introverts."
Noatak, unfazed as always by the silence, proceeded to talk about the day's events. He moved onto the next day's schedule, repeating what Kuvira had already confirmed.
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Kuvira and most of the other counselors had a staff meeting after dinner, so all of the campers walked back to their cabins and settled down for the night under the supervision of only Varrick and Zhu Li. Varrick was loudly singing the "Secret Tunnel" song, with a handful of campers unenthusiastically joining in. It was 9:30. Korra and the group sat down on the stairs to Wu's cabin.
"So, what do you guys say we find a way to ditch these losers and go exploring?" Wu whispered.
"That sounds like a horrible idea," Mako scolded in a hushed voice.
"This whole camp is a horrible idea, little man. Besides, there's only two counselors on duty tonight. The chances of us getting caught are like the chances of Michael Cera dying in a movie," Wu retorted.
"I've got an idea," Asami muttered— glancing at Varrick and Zhu Li, who were standing together and whispering.
"Well, let's hear it."
"Once a week, the counselors get a break from babysitting. They get to go into town and do whatever the fuck they want, so long as they don't show up on camp property smashed. Everybody coming back will be tired and relaxed and won't know a thing. And Tarrlok and Noatak are already at their home on the East side of camp. We just have to wait until counselor lights-out at 11:00."
"Oh shit," Korra whispered excitedly. "Let's do it."
Mako rolled his eyes, "If we get caught, what's our excuse."
"We're not gonna get caught, Mako. Lighten up," Wu said, ignoring the no-touching rule and slinging an arm over Mako's shoulder.
"Let's meet by the docks and explore the woods. I bet there's a perfect hang-out spot somewhere," Korra whispered.
"It's gotta be unanimous. It's not fair to risk anyone's summer stay if they don't wanna get in trouble. And I don't want to leave anyone out," Asami said.
"I'm in," Wu said. "Oh I am so in."
"Yeah, I think we can get away with this," Korra said with a smirk.
"Alright, what's your stance Mako? Are you in or out?"
Mako looked at the two counselors on duty for a long moment, and then back at the group.
"Let's do this."
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Zhu Li inspected the cabin, as per routine, and naturally didn't find a single thing. Korra and Asami were brilliant actors, both of them were casually lying on their bunks reading novels while the counselor checked underneath and around everything for contraband.
"Alright, ladies, looks clean to me," Zhu Li said. "Light's out in ten minutes."
"Sure thing," Asami said sweetly.
Korra watched as the counselor swiftly walked out of the cabin and shut the door. She waited until the woman's footsteps were far away to look over at Asami.
"And now we wait?" she asked.
"And now we wait," the other girl answered.
Korra read until Asami had to turn off the lights. They sat on their beds together and whispered about whatever was on their minds.
"That drawing— yesterday in class. That wasn't just an ordinary scribble."
"Yeah..."
"So what is it?"
They could hear the dozen or so counselors returning from town; loudly stumbling and laughing as they found their way to the staff dormitory— in the middle of the cabin complex.
"My dad is Hiroshi Sato, and he lets me intern at the Future Industries factory. This is just a bored sketch of the Orion blueprints."
"Oh... ok. WOAH! WAIT! HOLD UP!! YOU'RE THAT ASAMI SATO?!" Korra whispered excitedly. "You were fucking rad to begin with, but duuuuuuude!"
Even in the nearly pitch black room, Korra knew the other girl was blushing.
"I didn't want you to think I was some prissy, elegant, rich girl."
"No, dude... you're, like, so fucking cool," Korra said, scooting over to Asami's side of the cabin. "I would never think that about you. Unless I was jealous of you or something. But I'm not!"
"Um... thanks?"
"So what's it like— Future Industries?"
The sliver of moonlight coming in through the window paled in comparison to the way Asami's eyes lit up.
"Korra, you'd love it there. Everyone's so friendly and intelligent. People coming up with new inventions left and right. All I want to do when I get older is make new technology to help the world. I just wish I wasn't stuck here every summer."
"Well, your Dad can't stick you here after you turn eighteen, right?" Korra asked.
Asami smiled softly, and even though Korra could barely see it, she had never seen anything more beautiful. The engineer subtly laced her fingers through the younger girl's. Korra glanced at the older girl's lips; her lipstick was so shiny it was reflecting the moonlight. What flavor was it?
The girl's faces were getting closer and closer together with each passing second.
"Korra, think about what you're doing. The last time you were with a girl, things went so fucking wrong. Do you really want to hurt yourself like this again?"
Asami's lips were six inches from Korra's.
"Korra, you're going to fuck up everything. Ho don't do it!!"
There was a soft tap on the window. The two girls sprang apart like startled deer, refusing to look at each other and blushing profusely.
"Oh my god"
"Hey, it's us," Mako whispered loudly. "Come on, the coast is clear."
The girls scrambled to get up, and Korra had never felt more relief in her life... or more disappointment.
Sorry I'm for not posting, I just haven't been doing nun tbh.
But hey the Superbowls today.
Who do you think will win.
Chiefs vs Buccaneers
I voting Chiefs, but hey hope you all are having a good day.😁
POPSICLE OUT✌🏽