A/N- Oh mah gawsh. ANOTHER one-shot? I must be on a writing binge. LOL I'm not giving anything away, because…well, because I don't want to. Besides, there shouldn't be any confusion. Oh, wait; there is ONE thing I want to say. This takes place before Water, Wind, and Clouds. Aang is…*thinks*…eighteen and Katara is nineteen. I know she's two years older than him, but it's possible that he could be one year behind her temporarily.

Now that that's sorted out, ON WITH THE STORY!!

Nervous

Aang had already thrown up three times that morning and he felt the nausea coming on again. He wasn't sick, unless you called anxiety a disease. Today was the most nerve-wracking day of his life and he was nervous that things would get messed up, or something would catch on fire, or maybe a sea of killer shrimp would turn up. His concerns were starting to get ridiculous and he was the only one that didn't see it. His stomach growled menacingly again and he gritted his teeth determined not to be sick again.

"Aang, you're pacing again." Sokka told him. He'd been trying to calm Aang down all morning, but it wasn't helping. He just kept ranting on and on about how he was going to mess up something and then Katara would hate him forever. Sokka had tried to assure him that Katara would never do that, but it didn't have much of an effect.

"I'm sorry Sokka. I can't help it. I'm just so nervous!" he exclaimed.

"Really? I would've never guessed that was the reason why you've been barfing your guts up every two minutes and why you're worrying about killer shrimp invasions." Sokka replied sarcastically. Aang started pacing again earning a groan from Sokka.

"Aang, you're going to build an unintentional moat in the floor if you don't stop doing that." he insisted. Then he tossed a pillow to the airbender to sit on. Aang just looked at it blankly as if he'd forgotten what pillows were for. Sokka motioned for him to sit and Aang obeyed.

"Alright, listen. I know you're nervous. I mean, who isn't on their wedding day?" he started, but the word wedding set Aang off. His stomach lurched again and he clamped a hand to his mouth to keep himself from hurling onto the floor. Sokka grimaced.

"As I was saying…swallow that." he told Aang when he saw he still had a hand clamped over his mouth. Aang gulped hard with a pained expression.

"As I was saying, the only way things will go wrong is if you keep panicking like this. That and you're not helping yourself either with all your worrying." Sokka informed him.

"But…" Aang started to argue, but Sokka held up a hand to stop him.

"No buts'. Just trust me on this okay. I AM a married man myself you know." Sokka reminded him. Aang considered this thoughtfully, and then nodded.

"You're right. Thanks Sokka." he said in his normal cheery tone.

"Anytime, buddy. You're lucky I didn't have to get my therapist beard out on you." Sokka said in a joking tone. Aang's jaw dropped.

"YOU STILL HAVE THAT THING?!" he practically yelled making Sokka fall backwards off his seat with a yelp. Obviously, Aang wasn't cured of ALL his anxiety.

"Easy there, buddy. Nearly knocked my brains out there." he panted, climbing back onto the chair.

"Oh, what a loss. I didn't think there'd be enough in there to spill." Toph's voice said from the doorway. Sokka scowled and turned to her.

"Toph, I'm talking with Aang. We're having a man-talk here. Besides, shouldn't you be helping Katara?" he retorted. Toph invited herself in the room.

"Katara's ready. I came to get you guys." she replied picking her nose shamelessly.

"Oh." Sokka muttered. Then he stood up with a sigh and stretched.

"We better get going then Aang. You ready?" he asked. Aang let out a nervous sigh and stood up as well.

"Ready as I'll ever be."