You want to go?
In the end they ended up falling asleep again. Korra awoke first to find herself still wrapped tightly in Asami's arms. She smiled and took one of her friend's hands in hers. Carefully not to startle the sleeping woman behind her she reached out to her phone and checked the time: 12.30 pm
“Asami...” She whispered loudly and squeezed the girl's hand.
“We need to get up, didn't you want to go to the sale from that store we were shopping in last week?”
Korra's squeeze was answered by another squeeze from Asami.
“Just five more minutes...”
“Asami, come on. We have to get up.”
She shifted in Asami's arms to face her, their noses almost touching. “You want to go now or not?“
The older girl nodded furiously. “I wanna go, I wanna go!” She repeated over and over, now wide awake.
Korra just had to smile at her best friend's reaction.
You're older than me and yet you act like a little kid.
“Then get up and get ready, it's already half past 12. I bet the good things have already been sold...“
Asami shot up and sat upright, her arms no longer around her friend's waist. Korra sat up as well, feeling a little disappointed for some reason.
“Half past 12?! Why didn't you say so? We have to hurry or we'll be left with the ugly things!”
With that she disappeared in Korra's bathroom. Letting out a sigh Korra shook her head and got out of bed.
That Asami, always so unorganized...
Actually Asami had always been pretty organized, had her time table and everything. But when she was at Korra's place she became like this, a complete mess.
Asami and Korra were best friends since kindergarten. She still remembered the day they became friends as if it was yesterday. Asami was being bullied by some boys slightly older than Korra. She ran up to them with her helmet and told them to leave Asami alone. They wouldn't stop picking on her because she was the daughter of Hiroshi Sato, one of the richest men in the entire world, telling her that their parents had to do hard work to earn their money in comparison to her father, the inventor of the Satomobile and founder of the Sato Company. But neither Asami nor her father were to blame for that, right? So Korra ended up fighting with them – of course she won – and getting hurt in the fight by a sharp stone some of the boys thew at her and cutting open her upper arm. Asami was crying all the time while they went to the educators to explain what happened. Korra held her hand the entire time while Asami was clinging to her. From that point on Korra and Asami were inseparable.
The scar on her arm still reminded her of the time when they became friends. It may sound weird but she was glad those boys were picking on Asami. Else she would have never had the chance to get know the girl, they would have never become best friends.
Thanks, boys. I kind of owe you.
Her thoughts were interrupted by the door swinging open and Asami stepped out of the bathroom. She had put on her makeup but even without it she was a beauty. Korra had always admired her for that. She sometimes even got jealous but just a little bit, not that she would admit it.
“Ready? Can I go in now?” Korra asked and got onto her feet.
“Yeah, just need some clothes. Can I borrow some from you?” Asami opened her drawer and rummaged through them.
“Yeah, just take whatever you need, will be ready in 10 minutes.” Korra said before closing the door behind her.
As she got out of the bathroom Korra found Asami sitting on her bed with some black ripped jeans and an oversized blue hoodie. It didn't really surprise her though, she always wore that hoodie whenever she stayed over night. Asami was tapping furiously on her phone, probably texting someone either an exciting or an angry message. Judging by her face, it probably was an angry message.
“Hey, I wanted to wear that sweater!” Korra pouted at her when the other girl looked at her.
“You know I'm always wearing this one when I'm here, don't you? It's not like this is the only thing you have. Just wear something else.” She snapped.
“All right, someones maaad.” Korra turned to her drawer and pulled out some baggy jeans, a red and black plaid light jacket and a gray shirt and got dressed.
“I'm sorry, Ryo is just… He's so fucking annoying, I just want to punch him in the face right now.” She frowned and punched into her hand. Hard.
“Told you he's no boyfriend material. But you NEVER listen.”
Korra seated herself next to her friend, moved closer to her until she was practically leaning against her and took Asami's hand in hers while brushing her thumb over the back of her hand.
“How many sorrys have I already said today?” She sighed and laid her head on the shorter girl's.
“Hey, wouldn't it be cool if we dated? I mean, we're a perfect match AND best friends.” Asami asked.
“Naaah, we would constantly get into fights. We would be even worse than you and Ryo.”
“What makes you say that? We get along just fine!” She pouted.
A laugh escaped Korra's lips. “It was a joke, Asami, but dating you.. I couldn't get my hands off of you. You know you're gorgeous, right?”
It was no lie, she was gorgeous after all. Both men and women fell head over heals for her just by seeing her beautiful smile and her shining emerald green eyes.
“I've heard that a few times, yeah.”
Korra could tell she was grinning like crazy and out of the corner of her eye she could see a light blush creeping onto her face.
You're such a cutie.
Asami took her hands in hers and interlaced their fingers.
“You're the best friend I can wish for, Korra, seriously. I love you, you know that?”
Korra couldn't help but smile at her sincerity. “I know, I love you too.”
She tilted her head upwards and gave the taller girl a light kiss on the cheek.
“But we should get going if you still want to buy something good from the sale.” Korra got up from bed and gathered her things into a backpack – phone, wallet, headphones, a few pencils and a note pad.
She normally sketched while Asami searched for clothes and tried them on.
“Oh yeah! Almost forgot that! Let's go!”
Before Asami turned away from her to pack her things, Korra swore she could have seen a blush on her friend's face but it was gone the second she faced her again.