a/n: Yess, today is Tang Si Ming-Yue's birthday! If you know her, you should PM her birthday wishes! I know she'd love that.

I've been planning this for her since late April (cough and I'm barely pulling it off cough). It's been my life for the last two weeks. And it's finally done! :D Anyhoo, this whole story is inspired by five Taylor Swift songs, mostly You Belong With Me. (I'm just about sick of those five songs (my brother too, he won't stop complaining about them), they've been on repeat for the past 17 days. In fact, I'm listening to them right now.) This chapter's inspiration: White Horse.

disclaimer: I would have fought for rights over Avatar just to wrap 'em up for Tangy. Too bad I don't know the first thing about fighting for rights over anything. :P

Dreaming Isn't Necessarily Believing
for tangy, she's the best
(& don't you forget it)

Chapter One
Sorry I'm Not Your Stallion

Of course I love Katara. She loves me, too.

- x -

I raced down the sidewalk leading to her house. I didn't bother calling her, that would take too much time, and besides she was my best friend, she wouldn't mind.

"Hi, GranGran," I greeted as I reached their porch.

Katara's grandmother was sitting on the swing, reading a book I probably never heard of. "Oh, hello, Aang." She smiled.

"Is Katara home?" I asked, my hand already on the door handle.

"She's inside," GranGran replied.

The door closed behind me before GranGran could say anything else.

"Katara!" I hollered into the small house.

"Yo, Aang!" Sokka said, barely looking up from his video game.

"Hey, Sokka," I said, walking past him and into the kitchen.

Katara's father was fixing up dinner. "Good evening, Aang."

"Hi, Mr. H," I said, then taking a big whiff, "Mm, it smells delicious!"

"It'll taste delicious!" he said confidently.

"Definitely," I agreed, heading towards Katara's room.

"Katara?" I knocked on her door, then opened it. "Katara, you'll never believe—"

—How I never believed the sight in front of me.

"Oh, hey, Aang."

She was sitting on her bed, but she wasn't alone—Jet, her boyfriend of five days, was sitting with her and they were, gah, cuddling.

Jet nodded his head in my direction in way of hello.

He thought he was so cool. Newsflash, pretty boy: You're not! Unless holding the record for getting eleven detentions before the school day ended counted as cool; unless terrorizing and TPing the local retirement home was cool; unless driving under the influence, getting caught, and paying a fine for it was considered cool. As far as I'm concerned, nothing Jet does is cool.

"Oh…" I said quietly, not doing a good job of covering up my dismay. "Hey, Jet."

"What's up?" Katara asked.

"Uhh…" Suddenly, my super important news that didn't require calling beforehand wasn't so super important any more. "Sokka almost beat that game." I said stupidly.

"Did he?"

It didn't sound like she was interested and it certainly didn't look like she was interested—she was nuzzling her head into his neck and was she inhaling him?

He pulled her closer to him.

"So… I'm just gonna… go…" I shut the door with a force I hope translated into I-Hate-Your-Boyfriend-He's-A-Jerk-Dump-Him-And-Don't-Go-Looking-For-Him-In-The-Garbage-Later. It probably didn't since I made it down the hallway without so much as a cry coming from her bedroom.

I sighed discontentedly.

"Would you like to join us for dinner, Aang?" her father asked when I entered the kitchen. "I made enough for six."

The thought of sitting at the same table as Jet made me want to fling a fork in his eye. Then strangle him. But I would never do that—not outside my dreams, at least.

I shook my head apologetically. "Thank you, but Gyatso is expecting me, and, I, uh, have homework," I lied. "Sorry."

And I was.

- x -

The difference between her and me; I'm in love with her and she didn't feel the same about me.

Or maybe she did.

The next day she came running to my house/temple and said: "Aang…I less than three you. Jet was just to make you jealous. So you should marry me." she handed me 60 bucks. "Here," she said, "Go buy me a ring." She gave me 100 more bucks. "Go buy a guitar and serenade me." She passed me 150 more bucks. "Hire a wedding planer. I like daisies…just to let cha know…hint hint…" She gave me 200 more bucks "Set up a candle light dinner on a boat in the middle of lake laogai. Make sure there are only lobsters, bison meat, chicken, cow, and cheese, lots and lots of cheese. I have a cheese fetish." She gave me 400 bucks "This is just cuz I like ya." She winked at me.

The next day I dumped her

Now I'm rich.

Lawl.

a/n: That last bit was from my brother. It has nothing do with the actually story, so don't ask yourself "Hey, why doesn't Aang use all the money Katara gave him?" in future chapters. xD

I hope you like it so far, Tangy. The rest of the chapters will be posted throughout the course of the day, so keep checking your email, if you're not busy having a ball. :D