Hey all you Fan Fic kids!
I dont know if any of you were wondering but I'm making my first 100 story. But i got rid of my 'Tokka 100' because I felt too bad ripping off an idea that wasnt mine.
Anyways, this is all mine, except for avatar and this is kinda modern and they can bend in a weird way. you'll see! ^-^
And awaaaaay we go!
"Yo, Socks, you go
tta come with us," Jet says. I shut my front door and step off of the stoop.
"Where?"
"We're gonna go hit the convienence store. Haru told me the old man with the squintin' eyes is working shift today. I figure we could snag some booze and chips. Longshot here needs to restock on his cigs. Whad'ya say?" Samantha says. Of course, she hates her name, and tells us to call her Smeller Bee. Why the hell she'd choose that name...I've got not clue.
"I dont have any cash," I say shoving my hands in my pockets. They laugh.
"Five finger discout," she says waving her philangies.
"Alright, lemme get my shit." Score one peer-pressure.
"Yeah, go get your shit," Jet retorts.
I go inside, pulling my shoes, worn soft, over my feet. I notice there's a gaping hole over my big toe. I pull my sweatshirt over my shoulders and yell to Katara I'm going out. She shoots me a disapproving look from her seat on the couch. She knows what we're doing. And she knows I dont approve either. But what the hell am I supposed to do? Be a loner? Hell no. Hang out with her and her friends? Not a fucking chance. I mouth an 'I'm sorry' and join the others.
We travel together, like a pack of wolves down the sidewalk. Jet, if we're still talking 'bout wolves, is the leader. Longshot is his best friend and Smeller Bee is Longshot's girlfriend. Two nobodies with their hands intertwined. Then there's little Duke, Jet's foster brother. He thinks Jet's the shit although he's a deadbeat, bound-to-be-squater. We all are. At least I can admit it. Then there's me. I'm just here. A piece of furniture in their criminal lives. In a matter of minutes we're at the store.
I hate being forced to steal. It sucks. But saying no would be so fucking uncool, I'd probably get the shit kicked outta me.
"Duke, you stay out here, with...Sokka. Keep watch you two," Jet instructs. We both nod as the other three open the door. I know their drill: split off, grab what they can, dash out, and maybe get into a scuffle. They've just got to be careful to not get caught by the cameras. And even better, I'm spared the agonizing feeling of robbing a hard workler of his shit.
I lean against the brick wall cooly as the Duke plays with some gravely shit on the sidewalk. The eight-year-old pulls out a half empty carton of cigs. "Want one?"
"Nah." He puts them back in his sweatshirt pocket.
Then I see it. A record store.
Actually, I see her. She's got really dark hair, dark as...as night time. She's too far to see her features clearly. But she's small. Petite, Katara would say. I never noticed it before. I abandon my post, causing Duke to protest. "Where you going?"
"I, uh, I gotta take a piss. I cant take a piss where we're robbing." He nods and I hurry across the street.
The door swings open and I see her. She leaning against the couter, back to the retro register, talking to a bald kid sitting on the counter. He laughs as she turns around. "Can I help you?" she asks.
Shit, I think, what am I gonna say? I didnt even think about that. Fucking slick, dude.
"Dude, can I help you or not?" she repeats.
"Uh...yeah?" She waits for me to continue. She's got on a pair of Aviators, hiding her eyes. A name tag sticker reads 'Hello, my name is Drunk'.
"Have any good music?" I ask, sounding casual, which makes me feel like I'm on top of the world.
"Nope," she deadpans and I frown. "I'm kidding." She laughs along with the bald kid. I just fell off the top of the world. "What are you looking for?"
"Uh...well, my friends like rap," I say.
"We dont have that. What do you like?"
"Uh..." God, I feel fucking stupid.
She turns to the bald kid, who slides off of the counter. "I got this, Aang." Aang slips into the backroom.
"Boyfriend?" I ask.
"Nope. Brother. Adopted." She slips over the counter and I notice a few things. She's barefoot, she's short and she's kinda...hot.
I mentally kick myself. Perv.
"So, what's your name?" she asks.
"Sokka."
"Cool. I'm Toph."
"Hey, Toph. So, can I ask why you're minus a pair of shoes?"
"Cant see with 'em on," she says simply.
"Hm?"
She takes off he sunglasses, setting them on a pile of unorganized records. I see them: her eyes. They're cloudy and silver-green. Two beautifully colored dots on her pale face, blocked by strands of black hair.
"Shit," I mutter, "You're blind."
"As a fucking bat."
"That's twisted. How do you get around?"
"Walking. Like the rest of you."
"No. I mean how do you know where you're-"
"Oh." Her cheeks light up a bit. "I've been blind my whole seventeen years. I taught myself to feel vibrations. Like dolphins, y'know? I just gotta hit the ground hard enough with my feet."
I grin. "Like a monster! Fe, fi, fo, fum!" I say, stomping around. We both laugh.
"So," she says clapping and rubbing her hands together. "Let's get down to business. What kinda music do you like? We've got reggae, rock, classical, jazz, bubble-gum, foreign..."
"I dont know."
"Okay...well, my favorite is rock. In the rock section," she announced loudly, "we've got Sex Bob-Ombs, Clash at Demonhead, Hail Taxis, Scarab Beatles, The Roving Stones..."
"Sex Bob-Ombs sounds kinda cool."
"You got a record player?"
"No." Who owns record players anymore?
"Wait here," she says. She goes into the back room where I hear her and Aang arguning. She backs out of the doorway and yells, "Whatever Twinkle Toes. Fuck you with something hard and sandpaper-y." I imagine that and cringe. Toph sets the record player down and takes the record from my hand (well, rips outta my hands is a better word) and plays it. It's pretty cool. She turns it off after the first song.
"How 'bout I buy it and keep it here?" I suggest.
She nods. "I'll tell Aang to write your name on it."
"This place is so...so retro," I comment.
"Is it?"
"Yeah."
"Your friends are almost done, by the way," she says.
"Huh?"
"I can feel them. They're almost done robbing that place. You better get back." Toph sounds kinda sad.
"I think I'll stay here...for a while. " She smiles.
"Good."
"Good?" I ask, getting this big, goofy, retarted smile on my face.
"Yeah. The only thing that's keeping me from kicking the crap outta Aang is you. You're like his savior or something."
"So, what's the real reason you came in here?"
"Excuse me?"
"Did you come here to get away from your criminal friends, for me, for...what? Because it certaintly wasnt for music."
"How would you know? Maybe I'm just...awkward?"
"Yeah," she says crossing her arms. "I'm real convinced."
I grimace. "How do you know I came in here for you?"
She smirks. "Because you just told me. I gave you other options of why you came in here, Snoozels."
Check-fucking-mate. I blush, and I know she cant see it. But a small giggle hits my ears and I see half of Aang's face disappear in the doorway.
"Okay, so maybe I did come in here to see you. So what?"
"Nothing," she says, "its...nice." Toph turns around, pretending to go through the records, hoping-no praying-I wont notice the edge of her cheeks becoming redder and spreading inward. I walk around to the other side of the table and she looks up at my face, but her eyes dont focus. They just sit still. Our faces are close. Both of us leaning over the record bins on the bony part of our arms. We're too close for knowing each other for five minutes. But her eyes are closing and mine are too, our foreheads are almost touching, I can feel her breath, shortening...
The door swings open and we whip apart. The other four, my criminal friends, are waiting there for me.
"Yo, Socks," Smeller Bee says, hands on her hips, "what the hell? You were supposed to...wait for us outside."
"S-sorry," I apologize. "See ya, Toph."
"Yeah," she mumbles, slipping a death-glare in their direction, "see ya...not literally."
I smile.
"Bye."
"Bye."
I join Jet by his side as we leave. I glance through the window one more time to see her blushing and smiling as Aang says something to her. He looks like he's teasing her. She punches his arm and disappears into the background.
"So, Sokka, who was that girl?"
"I dont know," I lie.
"You looked like you did."
"I didnt. She had somethin' stuck to her face."
He nods. "Y'know, I was thinkin'. That place," he snaps off the cap to his beer bottle, "we could snag some stuff from there, too. Sell some records to collectors for money."
"I dont know, man," I say frowning. "I think we should leave that place alone."
He rolls his eyes. "We'll see. Hey, if we do, you could make it with that chick...and maybe me after." He nudges me playfully.
I frown even more. "That's not funny, dude."
"Whatever." I fall back, walking beside Smeller Bee as Longshot walks up to the front with Jet.
"She likes you, Socks," she tells me. "And you like her, dontcha?"
"I donno what you're talking about," I say quickly. She laughs.
"Dont worry," she says, patting my back, "you'll get her." She leaves me behind, with a huge, goofy smile on my face. I stick my hands in my pocket and walk back, looking foward to looking out while they snag something again.
Well there you have it: chapter one.
what will happen, you ask?
just read and review to find out!
Peace, L.