ATTENTION: This fan fiction piece contains SPOILERS FOR THE EPISODE "THE WESTERN AIR TEMPLE" which is the episode after the Day of Black Sun. I'm sure all of you rock-hard Avatards have already scoured Youtube and seen it five times by this point… But I'm just warning you.

Wow, it's been so long since I've uploaded a story. I'm a little rusty, ignore that and enjoy the story. Tokka, with maybe a little twist of Zutara.

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"I am so glad that we added you to the group!"

Sokka hadn't meant it in a bad way, and at the moment Toph had seemed happy about him saying it. Sokka was giving her a compliment, which she thought only about two people in the world had ever had the Water Tribe warrior give them a compliment. But now, as she had dwelled on it over several days, her face twisted into a scowl.

It made it seem like he only liked her for her Metalbending abilities, and nothing more.

"That's okay, I don't need any help, Katara," came a grumble not far away from the boulder that Toph was sitting on. She could still hear it over the rushing of the river, and could tell that Sokka was heading in her direction. His voice went into falsetto, as he stooped down to pick up a pan that he had dropped. "Gee, Sokka. Go wash these for me while I google at the shirtless Fire Nation prince. No, really. Go ahead. Leave me and Aang alone with him. I'm watching them train. Really, Sokka. Go. Make sure you scrub that one. Those sea prunes rock up…"

Sokka headed towards the river, his sight handicapped by the fact that all of their cooking utensils were piled in his arms. A smile came to Toph's face as she jerked her head slightly.

The dark-skinned boy's boot hit a rock that was suddenly jutting out of the ground at an unnatural angle. He pitched forward, and dropped the pans so that he could catch himself instead of smashing his skull into the ground.

Clang! Bash! Boom!

"Arrrghhhh," he groaned, looking at the metal cooking pieces that were now scatted around him. He had been close to the river, so now most of the objects were resting right on the edge of the river.

"Gee, Sokka, you really should be more careful. Make two trips next time." Toph said, frowning in fake sympathy. "Or ask Haru to help you."

"Thanks for the advice," he grunted as he got to his knees. His eyes drifted towards the river, where he noticed something shiny bobbing in the river. The teenager jumped to his feet, and started to wade into the river. But it was too late – the cups and bowls were floating out of reach. "Toph! Help me get the cups!"

"What?" she asked him, her head snapping in his direction. Her black bangs snapped around her face. "You people don't get it! I'm blind. I can't swim. No sight for Toph!" She waved her hand in front of her face. "It's your fault – you get the cups."

He looked at her, and waded out of the river to stand on the bank. "It's your fault! Rocks don't magically appear out of nowhere."

"Sure they do. Otherwise what did you trip over?" She asked innocently. "And it might be Haru. I told him you were planning to shave his mustache off. I don't think he likes you."

"Toph! There's no time to argue! Just help me get the cups and stuff out of the water!" he yelled at her, and took her wrist in his hand. He yanked her off of the rock, and began to run parallel to the water. "Katara! We're going to go get the cups! Toph threw them in the river!"

"I didn't touch them!" Toph yelled back at Katara, but by that time the two teenagers were out of hearing distance for the Waterbender to hear her.

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Wow… how… uneventful. Well, it'll get better next chapter. Read my other stories – I do this to people. There'll be more fluff for you guys later.