So, here we go! Short story number one.
Set while the group is staying at the Western Air Temple after the Day of Black Sun.
Also, I don't own ATLA and any other Avatar thingymabobs that slipped my mind.
Distractions
The Western Air Temple wasn't really that creepy. In the daytime, at least.
The group had decided to sleep in one place after The Duke said he had seen one of the statues move an arm and look at him oddly.
No one really wanted to sleep alone after that.
While the group was setting up their sleeping bags, Appa growled from outside, and Aang suddenly remembered, with a pang of guilt, that he had forgotten to feed him.
Rushing outside, Aang threw his sleeping bag onto the ground quickly, yelling, "Sorry buddy! I'm coming!"
It would've been a pretty quick job if Momo hadn't decided to have some fun.
By the time Aang got back, covered in straw, everyone else had already fallen asleep. Aang swatted the straw from his body and searched for his sleeping bag, trying his best to avoid stepping on anyone. Finally, he found it next to someone else's sleeping bag. Easing himself into his bag carefully so he wouldn't wake whoever it was, Aang closed his eyes and prepared to sleep.
All that went out the window when Aang realized who he was sleeping next to.
With a yawn, Katara moved a little in her sleep, flopping an arm right next to Aang.
That really wasn't helping him get any more tired.
Shutting his eyes tight, Aang tried to clear his mind and just fall asleep. What had Gyatso said the first time Aang tried to meditate? "Just concentrate on your breathing, pupil Aang."
Inhale, exhale, inhale, exhale, inhal—inhale—inhal—
Katara's breathing was getting pretty distracting.
Alright, forget that then. Maybe he could—
…what was Katara's hand doing on his chest?
Aang glanced at Katara, who was still sleeping. She must be having a really weird dream, Aang thought. Was that a smile on her face? Okay, a really weird good dream then.
Aang tried to gently push off Katara's arm, ignoring (as best he could) the fact that the contact was sending a weird but pleasant tingle through his whole body.
Katara's arm didn't budge.
Putting just a little more force into it, Aang tried again, to no avail. To his panic, Katara moved a little. Aang quickly let go of Katara. The last thing he needed was for her to wake up and see that he was holding her arm.
What kind of dream is she even ha—
"Sokka…stop throwing the mango papaya punch…"
Aang's heart almost jumped out of his chest as Katara's arm slowly started moving up and down on his chest. He was pretty sure he had just invented a new shade of red using only his cheeks.
Again, Aang tried to ignore the sensation and sleep.
This was going to be a long night.
In the morning, when Katara asked him why he looked so tired, Aang simply grunted something incomprehensible before going out to check on Appa.
If he'd stayed a moment longer, he would've heard the amused giggle.
Not that great, I know, but this is serving more as a rest from Back because I'm not really sure what's happening there. Someone suggested taking a break and writing other stuff, so *boom!* this was born.
Read and review please, even if it was bad!
PythianPickles out! :D