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Leisure Activities

Chapter 1

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Whenever Toph Bei Fong broke up with a boyfriend, there was a certain formula to it. Lots and lots of chocolate, for one thing. Intently listening to very, very violent movie (preferably about zombies) and imagining that her ex was the guy getting his head torn off—with a satisfying ripping song—and screaming like the pansy-ass he really was.

And, of course, a ridiculous amount of breakup songs. And listening to them. Over. And over. And over. And over. And over.

Especially Avril Lavigne. Yes. She, Toph had to admit, was very good for breakup songs. Mainly the oh-my-god-you-suck kind.

But there were some that were simply perfect for Haru. Haru and his stupid dumb freaking mustache.

Don't turn around

I'm sick and I'm tired of your face

Don't make this worse

You've already gone and got me mad

It's too bad I'm not sad

It's casting over

It's just one of those things

You'll have to get over it

Toph sang along with the Avril, scowling at the memories of her ex that continuously flooded her mind. Stupid Haru. Stupid mustache. If she'd had the chance, she would have shaved it off before she left…Toph reached over from the bed and turned the stereo up even louder, practically screaming along with the lyrics.

"You brought your stereo with you justso you could listen to breakup songs?" Zuko's exasperated voice came from the other side of the room. She'd nearly forgotten he was there. Even when she'd moved in with Haru, they'd each had their own rooms. That didn't mean that Toph didn't occasionally make late-night excursions to his bed, but she just wasn't the type for cuddling.

It was strange sharing a room with anyone, least of all one this big. The hotel spoiled it's guests, but she supposed that from the bill her parents had read out to her, most were already. Five star hotels don't come cheap, as Toph had discovered. Fortunately, though, her parents had been glad to lend her some of the Bei Fong fortune for a trip to Florida...they'd never liked Haru much, anyway. Zuko, one of her oldest friends, had come along for "emotional support." Or, at least, that's what she'd told him.

In reality, Toph was just waiting for the perfect chance to push him head-first into the pool. "I'm sorry, Princess," she snorted, and turned the music up just a bit louder, "I didn't realize you had such sensitive ears."

"I don't," he said shortly. There was a pause, as Zuko stepped over to turn the stereo down a few notches. "Toph," he began softly, "I understand that you're broken up over Haru, but—"

"Hey, Princess," the ex in question said loudly, "Stop turning my entire life into an old rerun of Doctor Phil."

Zuko sighed, as Toph fell back on the bed. "Are you ever going to listen to me?"

Her lips quirked up in a sort of half-smile. "Nope."

He threw his hands up in the air. "Should've known."

"Yes," she agreed, "You should've."

There was a long pause.

"Race you to the 24/7 ice cream bar. First one there gets the under-the-pillow chocolates—all of them."

"You're on."

Sokka Kuruk, too, had a special way of dealing with breakups. Like Toph, chocolate was a must, as well as many, many movies—albeit a different genre. A different genre meaning…well…

Soap operas. Such as Grey's Anatomy. Even a few old episodes of General Hospitalwere acceptable. And no one good deny the distracting powers of a few good old run-throughs of Heroes and 24.

Also similar to Toph, Sokka's breakup period included many, many breakup songs. Only…mushier.

Mika's Happy Ending was a good example.

And, frankly, Katara was getting sick of Sokka's crooning along with Mika, as she sang a heart-breaking:

This is the hardest story that I've ever told

No hope, or love, or glory

Happy endings gone forever more

I feel as if I feel as if I'm wastin'

And I'm wastin' everyday

Her eye twitched as Sokka caterwauled on:

This is the way you left me,

I'm not pretending.

No hope, no love, no glory,

No Happy Ending.

This is the way that we love,

Like it's forever.

Then live the rest of our life,

But not together.

"Sokka," Katara said at last, as her ears bled from her brother's horrible singing. To her horror, he ignored her, and sang onward.

"Sokka."

Still, he sang, as she counted down from ten and attempted to quell the overwhelming desire to stab her older brother will a dull spoon (repeatedly, and in the throat).

"SOKKA!"

At last, her brother glanced over at her. "But Katara," he said reproachfully, "My musical genius is stimulated by grieving—"

"Sokka." She leaned across the bed. "You are not grieving. You are making my ears bleed." Katara clutched at the poor, abused appendages in question, while glaring at her brother. "Stop. It. Now."

"Err." He backed away from her apprehensively as she glared viciously, daring him to refuse. "I could…grieve over…coffee?" Sokka suggested weakly.

Katara cooled down. "Yes," she agreed, smiling a bit. "Coffee is good."

He returned her smile, albeit anxiously. "Great! Let's go!" Sokka exclaimed nervously, edging away from Katara subtly—and rightly so.

His sister could be damn scary.

"I won."

"But I've been here for thirty seconds already, Toph!"

"Doesn't matter," she snorted, taking a lick from her piled-high ice-cream cone, "I won anyway."

"But—that makes no sense!" Zuko clutched at his hair. "You can't just declare 'I won'—!"

"Well, you can't, but Ican," Toph shrugged, slipping into a seat. "Sorry, Princess. You just don't have what it takes."

For the fifteenth time that day, Zuko sighed, and decided this would be a good time to bring up The Ex. "Are you sure you don't wanna talk about Haru with me? Because I'm always—"

"I think," Toph interrupted, "That I need more ice cream. What about you?" Without waiting for an answer, she leapt up from the table, and stalked back to the ice cream machine. Piling on the chocolate sauce, she strode back to the table, was prepared to make another scathing comment about Zuko and his fetish with reenacting every Oprah episode ever to air, when—

"Oh. My. Freaking. God." Toph's blank eyes opened wide in disbelief, as her ice cream fell to her floor. Clutching her coffee-soaked shirt, she fumbled for a hold on her soon-to-be-victim, and her fingers closed around a collar, not without great satisfaction. "You," she accused, "Spilled coffee all over me."

The victim gulped. "You know," he—it was a he, Toph realized now—began desperately, "You have beautiful eyes—"

"Oh, yeah," Toph cut Sokka off, voice dripping with sarcasm. "That means so much, since I'm blind and all."

"Oh."

There was an awkward pause, before Sokka attempted a weak, "You're voice is music to my ears…?"

"Don't bother," she sniffed, holding out her hand.

He stared at it. "Um…."

"Give me your shirt, dumbass!" Toph blurted out at last. "I can't wear this all day!" She indicated her soaked outfit, as all woman in the room over 50 stared at the pair, scandalized.

"Right," Sokka sighed. After a long moment, he asked nervously, "Err…should we really be doing this…here?"

Toph sighed loudly, and muttered something about "pesky little virgins." "Come on," she ordered, abruptly turning and striding towards the changing area by the pool. Leading him into the woman's dressing room—Sokka squeaked nervously, imaging what Katara would do if she ever found out about this (though unbeknownst to him, Katara was currently locked in an animated conversation with Zuko)—Toph paused in front of a bathroom stall. "Shirt. Now."

Sokka slipped out of his favorite T-shirt somewhat mournfully, and watched as Toph stepped into the stall, threw off her own coffee-soaked shirt, and tossed it into the trashcan as she stepped back out. Now that she was clad in the tight-fitting muscle shirt that Sokka had been wearing only a few seconds before, Sokka could clearly recognize some of her…assets.

To say the least, she obviously wasn't as young as he'd pictured her to be.

"What are you staring at, huh?" she snapped, as Sokka wondered how the hell she'd known that. His eyes followed her as she marched out of the bathroom, shooting a flat, "Buzz off," back at him as she stepped into the bright sunlight.

If Katara was scary, she was terrifying.

But he couldn't deny that there was just something about her…

No, he reprimanded himself. Not after you've just broken up with Suki. Not to mention the fact that I don't even know her name…he realized suddenly.

Sokka chuckled to himself. Terrifying? Beautiful? Kick-ass macho?

He'd just found his ticket out of Single Town.

A/N

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