Hey y'all! This is one of my first Avatar fics. I've written a lot, but haven't posted any. Anyways, this oneshot is dedicated to my bestest friend ever, and she's a big Sokka lover. :) Thanks for reading, and I hope you enjoy it!

Disclaimer: I do not own ATLA or Tales of Ba Sing Se. However, I do own Mahlia. :)

Sokka swaggered through the streets of Ba Sing Se, thinking about the meat stand he was going to, when he heard it. The sweetest voice reciting poetry.
Through all the long night
Winter moon glows with bright love
Sleet, her silver tears.
He followed it to a small round window. He leaned on the window sill.
"Ah... Poetry."
At the same moment, an ostrich-horse bucked, and kicked Sokka through the window. He landed with a crash on the floor, and all the girls gasped, staring at him.
I am so sorry!
Something struck me in the rear
I ended up here?
The girls started to giggle and Sokka realized he had spoke in haiku form. He smiled cockily as the girls began to clap. The teacher stood as she spoke condescendingly.
Five seven then five
syllables mark a haiku,
Remarkable oaf.
Sokka twitched and thought for a moment, then grinned.
They call me Sokka
That is, In the Water Tribe
I am not an oaf.
He smiled as the girls giggled. The teacher glared.
Chittering monkey
In the spring he climbs treetops
And thinks himself tall.
The girls ooed, and waited to see what Sokka would do. He grew cocky.
You think you're so smart
With your fancy little words
This is not so hard!
Sokka smirked and waited to see what the teacher would do.
Whole seasons are spent
Mastering the words, the style.
None calls it easy.
The teacher frowned and walked up onto the stage to face Sokka. Sokka,in turn, did not back down. He swayed cockily.
I calls it easy!
Like I paddle my canoe
I'll paddle yours too!
The girls ooed and giggled again and Sokka slapped his behind in front of the teacher. She frowned darkly.
There's nuts and there's fruits
In fall, the clean plum drops
Always to be squashed.
True to her words, the instructor drew a plum from her sleeve, dropped it upon the wooden stage and squashed it underfoot.
Squish squash, sling that slang
I'm always right back atcha.
Like my boomerang!
More giggling and clapping from the girls made Sokka even mover confident as the teacher walked back to her place.
That's right, I'm Sokka!
It's pronounced with an -okka
Young ladies, I rock ya!
There was silence as all the girls stared at him with furrowed eyebrows. Sokka uneasily counted the syllables with his fingers. He had one too many.
A large, buff guy grabbed his shirt. "That's one too many syllables, bub." Then he threw the Water Tribe boy out the door.
Sokka sat up and rubbed his head, only to find the girl who had recited the haiku about the moon in front of him. He blushed.
"I liked your haikus," she said shyly.
"But I messed up!" he protested.
"So? You're a natural, and I thought you did really well."
Her voice was sweet and low. She had light brown hair and soft brown eyes that reminded Sokka of Suki's eyes but... kinder.
"Uhh..." Sokka found himself dumbstruck by her simple beauty. "What's your name?"
"Mahlia."
"Well, Mahlia, can I show you something?"
At her nod, Sokka took her arm and raced off, Mahlia laughing from behind him. The place they ended up was a fountain with beautiful lights surrounding it. Mahlia gasped.
"Oh, Sokka... It's beautiful!" She ran her hands through the water lightly. When she turned, Sokka was standing next to her.
"Not as beautiful as you," he murmured.
Mahlia closed her eyes and Sokka leaned in. Their kiss was simple and passionate, and it was the first of many to come.