I had this idea stuck in my head a few days ago. It was rather stubborn, refusing to leave. Eventually I was able to force it out and onto paper, which inevitably found its way to a computer. I'm actually rather happy with it, and considering I have random impulses to write fluffy Tokka fics, Imma post them from now on. Tell me what you think.

Vexed

Being trapped in the earth, incapable of the slightest movement from his shoulders down, Sokka had quite some time to think about what had gotten him there. More specifically, who had gotten him there.

Toph.

Until about two hours ago, Sokka had viewed the tomboyish twelve-year old as merely that. Of course, she was also his traveling companion, his friend, and sometimes his role model. He had always cared about her to some extent. But never like this.

This, he speculated is utterly insane.

Sokka wasn't even certain that insanity would be a worthy diagnosis for the wave of emotion he had experienced that afternoon. One minute they had been hunting, just the two of them, in the woods by the Western Air Temple. The stealthy silence between them had only been broken periodically by insignificant sarcastic remarks on Sokka's part, followed by casual agreement or quiet laughter as Toph's response.

And before either of them knew what was going on, Sokka had grabbed her by the wrist and kissed her.

And then, Toph was gone. And Sokka was in the ground, with only the thought of her adorable blushing face as she ran away to keep him company.

Sokka wasn't entirely sure why he hadn't noticed it before, but now that he realized it, it consumed every other thought in his head. His realization: Toph wasn't just a tomboyish twelve-year-old anymore. She was a tomboyish twelve-year-old that he was hopelessly in love with. And now, because of his stupid overreaction to this realization, she would probably never feel the same about him.

Still, it had been a little harsh to bend him into the ground over an ill-received kiss. Verbal rejection would have been one thing. Physical punishment was quite another.

He hadn't had time to consider how she would react. He hadn't had time to think about anything, really. It was just as if suddenly, her lips were extremely necessary.

And the brief second it had lasted had been worth two hours of imprisonment in the ground.

Lawl. Poor Sokka. Well, I decided it was time to give Toph a break. The whole "unrequited love" thing is fine, but it seems like it's always Toph who receives humiliating rejection. But yeah. It's short. I am aware.I seem to have a problem with length. I'll try to make the next one longer. But anyway,tell me what you think. Reviews are loved to death. DEATH, I SAY.

Oh, and this chapter was named after the Say Anything song of the same name. The song really has nothing to do with the fic, but the name does.