A/N: Hi there! This is kinda' my first attempt at any oneshots, so criticism is very welcome! Now for some Jinoochy while the S.S. Makorra and the S.S. Borra take some hard hits.
I anticipate this being a series of drabbles and oneshots of Jinoochy goodness. Probably won't be in any sort of order, though, so heads up. XD Ah, head cannon, why can you not be real?

In the Park

Jinora wasn't the easily distracted type, but that didn't mean she was oblivious, and she certainly was not oblivious to the boy that always stood a few hundred feet away from her in front of the Firelord Zuko statue. She knew he was called Skoochy, the other boys always called him that. She knew he lived on the streets. She knew her father would hate him, but still she'd find herself glancing up from her book ever so often to catch a glance of him smiling, smirking, laughing, and her stomach would do little flips. She was fifteen, and knew that little crushes like this were totally normal, but it alarmed her anyways.

Jinora decided to go to the park instead of the statue today because she really did not want to see Skoochy. Or rather, she wanted to see him, but didn't want to be distracted from her book. As she sat on a bench all by herself, she began to let her mind wander. It was no longer focused on the book, and she mentally slapped herself when she realized she'd read the same paragraph without an ounce of comprehension for the past couple of minutes.

She muttered to herself, "It's just a boy, and I've never even talked to him, so get over it," before returning to the story. She had actually begun to focus on the book when she heard his voice, no, his laugh coming from somewhere down the park path. Are you kidding me?

His laugh made her stomach do another summersault before she could even register that he was almost to her. As she looked up, he walked by her bench. Skoochy stopped at a food stand a little ways away, and Jinora inwardly shouted with joy. That is, until Skoochy immediately began flirting with the girl behind the counter, a very pretty teenager with wide, blue eyes.

"Hey, Skooch!" She squealed.

"Hey, sweetheart. Mind giving me a dumplin'?" He flashed his best smile.

"You gotta' pay like everyone else." She leaned over the counter to get a little closer to him.

"What's the fun in that, darling?" He leaned in a little too, and the girl winked before jumping back to get dumplings.

"One day you're going to have to pay me for all these dumplings," she said as she handed over a bag. "My dad would kill me if he knew I just gave these to you."

"Last time, I promise," He finally made distance between him and the girl. "I wouldn't wanna' make your old man upset. I'm not worth the trouble." He turned to walk away, but called over his shoulder, "Last time, I promise!"

Jinora was absolutely furious. Not just that he was flirting with someone, but that he had completely scammed that girl. Jinora had heard Skoochy was a notorious pickpocket, that he made a living off of information, could scheme a man out of his money faster than you could blink, but she had never seen it happen so close.

"That was rude," She said to herself without really thinking. Unfortunately, he was walking by her bench.

"'Scuse me, miss? Did you say something to me?" He stopped and looked earnestly curious, causing Jinora's stomach to begin its usual circus act.

"I said that that was rude." Jinora felt a sudden thrill of courage take over her.

"You mean the dumplins?"

"Yes."

"Nice don't pay the rent, doll." He leaned in a little closer to Jinora, and that's when she realized- he'd pickpocket me just as fast as any other girl. She was thankful she wasn't dressed as an airbender today- that would bring way too much attention to her.

"Sounds like an excuse to me."

"Who're you to lecture me on morals, anyway?"

"No one. I was simply stating my opinion on your behavior."

"Well, doll, I find your opinion to be mighty rude." He looked a little angry, but he had no power over Jinora anymore, her stomach had calmed considerably.

"Excuse me."

His green eyes pierced her grey-blue orbs, but she didn't blink. They stared like that for a good moment before he finally gave in.

"Who are ya', anyways? What's your name? You look familiar."

"I don't have to tell you."

"But you want to." He sat down next to her.

"What gives you that impression?" She halfway acted as if to put her book up, but was stopped by his response, which made her breath catch again.

"Because I want to tell ya' mine," A sly grin spread across his face, and all anger vanished from his eyes.

"Then tell me."

"Skoochy," he held his hand out to shake, but she just stared at it. Is he serious?

"Jinora," she finally decided. She shook his hand, and weird tingles ran all up her arm.

"Where're you from, Jinora?" He scooted a little bit closer.

"Around."

"Me too," He looked at his paper bag of dumplings. "Wanna' split these with me?"

"Split your stolen dumplings? No thanks." It literally took all her willpower to reject him.

"They were a gift, not stolen!"

"Stolen."

"Just eat 'em with me, will ya'?" He looked a little surprised by his own comment as a hint of rose quickly tinted his cheeks.

Jinora slowly closed her book, dog-earing the page she was on. She looked Skoochy straight in the eyes, enjoying the feeling of making him wait. Of making him, Skoochy, her secret crush, wait on her.

"If you insist," Jinora deadpanned, pleased with her own feigned apathy.

"This way, doll. I know the best picnicking spot," he said, winking. She followed him through the park, wondering what she was doing with this strange boy. My dad would kill me…but who cares? I deserve some fun.

Skoochy led her to a spot by the fountain, shaded by trees and a little secluded.

"Great, isn't it?" He said.

"Sure," Jinora inwardly squealed again before sitting on the grass, her back resting against a tree trunk.

As Skoochy handed her a dumpling, he asked, "So, what's your story? I've seen you around the Zuko statue."

Jinora sputtered, "Y-you have?"

"Always with a book."

"Yeah, it's nice to get away from my siblings sometimes." Oh, stupid Jinora, how insensitive! He doesn't have a family, and you go mentioning yours.

"I wouldn't know myself, but I imagine livin' with other people can get annoying."

"Yeah."

"Still won't tell me your story, doll?"

"If you tell me yours," She looked up from her dumpling, analyzing his face.

"No problem. I'm a street kid. I grew up on my own." His signature smirk stayed firmly planted on his face.

"That's it?" She really wanted to know more. Much, much more.

"Your turn," His sly smile grew wider, dumpling left untouched.

"I-I'm an airbender," Jinora reacted with a sly smile herself when his face turned into disbelief.

"You've gotta' be kidding me," he said.

"Nope." Jinora flicked her wrist, sending his hat flying off his head and into her hand.

"You're one of councilman Tenzin's kids? Avatar Aang's granddaughter?"

"You bet."

He scratched his neck, looking into space.

"Well I'll be damned…" Jinora enjoyed the thrill of being with him, as well as the thrill of surprising him.

She found that despite having absolutely nothing in common, he was surprisingly interesting. Actually, maybe that's why he was so interesting—he was foreign and strange and beautiful.

When the sun began to set, Skoochy offered to walk Jinora to the ferry.

"Thanks…I'd like that," She said, smiling sweetly.

As they walked, they made small talk about anything they could think of, unti at one point Skoochy mentioned books.

"I've never read a book," He said.

"WHAT?" Jinora stopped dead in her tracks, shock mixing with the now familiar pulse of joy in her veins.

"I-I can't read. Never needed to. I know my numbers, 'cause that's all I need to know too survive," He looked to the ground as if he were ashamed by this.

"I have to teach you!" Jinora literally jumped, a burst of air making Skoochy's hat fly off as she subconsciously bent wind.

"I-I'd like that," He smiled, a sincere sincere for the first time, all traces of a smirk or flirting gone. And it took Jinora's breath away.

A/N: Me no good at the writing.