Harold...
The next day was excruciatingly uneventful. They did arts and crafts. They literally were just fucking around with paper and glitter and uuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuggggggggghhhhhh.
“Why would they give ‘rehabilitating’ homosexuals glitter? Don’t they know— that’s where we suck our energy from… so that we can take over the world with the GAY AGENDA?!” Wu laughed.
Kuvira flicked his forehead, “Just make something pretty.”
“Ow! Okay fine… Can it be fabulous?”
“Sure. Whatever.”
I need to tell the group about what I heard last night. They need to know about who Kuvira really is. Then again… I don’t know anything anymore… I guess I’ll keep it a secret. I don’t want to get anyone in trouble. We all have a lot to lose.
Asami looked over at her girlfriend, who was busy making a paper castle with Mako. Actually, it was really fucking well done. She unintentionally began to analyze it from the viewpoint of an engineer.
“No, no, no,” she said, intervening in their conversation, “That drawbridge will never work. You’re supporting it all wrong.”
“Oh yeah? How so?” her girlfriend asked teasingly.
“You need the pivot point to be lower, otherwise that thing will never move.”
Asami put her arms around Korra to help her guide the paper into the correct place. Spirits, her girlfriend smelled good today. Who knew that Old Spice was such a fantastic scent for girls? She made a mental note to buy Korra some stocking-stuffers.
Kuvira cleared her throat, startling the girls enough to spring apart. She gave them a pointed, knowing look.
Wu nudged Mako in the ribs and gave a wink, “Harold, they’re le—”
“Okay, that does it, we’re going to go to Free Time.”
. . .
The two girls were sitting on a tree branch next to the lawn. They were in sight of the counselors, and the other kids in the group were nearby. Just not close enough to hear what they were saying. The green-eyed girl was sitting next to an older camper, Shao, who had short and tousled jet black hair and amber Fire Nation eyes. As promised, the boy had set them together for their Free Time.
“So how long have you known…” the younger girl trailed off.
“That I’m gay? Since I was five!”
“Wow! What… how did you—“
“I used to really like Han Solo and Princess Leia being together, and it took me maybe a year after I’d finished the original trilogy to realize that I’d rather have it be Leia with me. Needless to say, I grew a… knack for looking at girls.”
“Wow. So… how did you end up here?”
“Oh… well… actually kind of a funny story… you see I’d known that my parents have been homophobic for a long time, but that didn’t stop me from having girlfriends. One day, we were on the bed having a grand old time, and I heard my parents come home from work. Naturally, I did what we lesbians do best. I hid myself and my gal pal in the closet.”
“YOU DIDN’T!”
“My mom was freaking out, thinking that I’d been kidnapped, until she opened the closet door and we tumbled out.”
“You literally came out of the closet?!”
“Bona-fide Lesbian, through and through.”
. . .
They were in the cabin, waiting for the right moment to spring free and meet up with the boys. Asami was nervous that it was going to be a trap— what if Kuvira was trying to catch them all after hours.
If she really wanted you guys out of the picture, she could have turned you in already. Hell, you told her there were empty bottles of vodka at The Spirit World! That’s practically admitting you want to be thrown out! Which… you… I mean, you do want to get out of here— but you also want to keep your girlfriend. And Kuvira said she was on our side… what does that fucking mean?
“Hey, are you alright? You look a little on the pissed off side. D-did I forget something? Or do something wrong?” Korra asked, fidgeting with her hands.
It’s not your fault. I haven’t been the best girlfriend either. Hell, she didn’t kiss Wu on their date! I suppose I should tell her.
Asami turned to face Korra, grabbing her hands and intertwining their fingers.
“Korra…”
“What is it? I swear I’m sorry if I forgot something!”
“Listen… it’s not you… something happened on my date with Mako… he… well he kind of kissed me…”
There was absolute silence. This was it. She was going to dump Asami and they would never speak again. Maybe it would be for the better. Maybe it was their destiny not to be together. How heartbreaking. Perhaps, in time, she could find someone else to make her feel loved, but surely never again would she come across someone who made her feel so whole.
Asami looked down at their hands and tried to memorize how warm Korra’s hands were in that moment. Not sweaty or gross, but like a flickering hearth. They felt as though they could bring to life whatever they touched. It seemed silly— but even just a moment’s touch with this girl felt absolutely magical. It’s a shame she would never get to hold her agai—
“Oh… was that all? Okay, I totally thought you were going to break up with me. I feel sorry for you, I bet he’s a shitty kisser.”
Asami slowly looked up. Korra’s face was in a big smile— as if she had won the lottery. Perhaps… perhaps the engineer had been a tad bit over-dramatic in her worries.
“Y-your not mad?”
Korra scoffed and rolled her eyes. “As if he could compete with these babies!” she said, flexing her muscles.
Asami laughed, her heart fluttering like a hummingbird, and she tackled her girlfriend in a polar-bear-dog style hug. They rolled around on the cabin floor— laughing and smiling and feeling free. Asami gave her girl a long, slow, romantic kiss— gripping Korra closer as though they were worlds apart when they were merely separated by inches. Smiling into the kiss, the engineer thought of another consolation.
“Hey Korra?”
“Hmm?”
“Happy One-Month Anniversary.”
“Shit, I knew I forgot something!!”
. . .
“I know we’ve only been together for a little while… like only four months… but… I think I… no… I know… I love you,” the green-eyed girl said— her eyes glued to the ground like cement.
Her amber-eyed girlfriend… her Shao smiled and kissed her, right then and there. The girl’s melted into each other’s embrace— feeling as though nothing, not even the entire universe in all its glory and beauty, could be better than this moment. They broke apart and Shao rested her forehead on the younger girl’s.
They stared into each other’s eyes for a minute, smiling and reveling in the concept that— to each other— they were the only people in the world. Their own little world. The younger girl grinned wider, knowing that she would stay here forever if Shao asked.
“I love you too, Kuvira.”
. . .
“Ouch, Raava-dammit watch where you put your feet!”
“Sorry, pal,” Korra said with a big, goofy grin. She’d been giddy all night— no doubt happy that they were celebrating their One-Month Anniversary.
Asami was glad too, just for a slightly different reason. She had been so worried that Korra would flip. But— looking at it in hindsight— there really hadn’t been much to worry about. Mako was gay. Asami was gay. Now if Asami had kissed another girl, well they would have been having an altogether different conversation. But… it was okay… all was well. You know… for now.
I have to tell them. I have to tell them. I have to tell them. I have to tell them. I have to tell them. I have to—
“Alright, here we are. Everybody help me with the door,” Mako said.
“What, you can’t handle one little door? What good is all that beefcake—“
“Wu, just shut up and help us move the damn thing.”
They all let out a grunt as they pushed their way through the metal door and tumbled into the room, like a classical, cliché Scooby Doo scene. The kids rolled off one another and flicked on the flashlights.
“Hey, wait a sec… someone’s been in… here…” Mako said, trailing off as he looked at the wall.
The four kids stood up and looked at the back wall with their jaws dropped to the floor. There were chairs and a radio and even some bottles of soda. But what amazed them the most was pinned to the wall with thumbtacks.
“No way,” Wu said in amazement.
Well I guess the secret’s out of the bag.
There, in all her lesbian glory, was Wu’s Ellen DeGeneres poster— and a sticky note that read:
I need your help—
Counselor Badgermole
“Holy fucking shit.”
End of Part Three