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The Journal
Knock. Knock. Aang looked up from his journal and called, "Who is it?"
"It's Katara. You said we could go for a picnic after the show," Aang quickly set down his journal, got up and opened the door. "I asked some other people to come if you don't mind but they'll be a little late," said Katara.
"Oh I don't mind. I gotta go get ready anyway." Aang opened a door, walked in and closed the door. "Just make yourself comfortable while I change."
"Okay." Katara looked around the spacious room, found a dark blue pillow and sat down. She noticed there was a lot of papers around, sighed, "He's just as bad as Sokka," and started to organize them so they weren't obscuring the dark wooden floor.
While she was cleaning she noticed a dark red book on the ground with a quill lying on top. She picked it up and was about to put it with the rest of the papers when she noticed a drawing drift out of it. It was a picture of her wearing the necklace Aang had made for her in Episode 14 The Fortune Teller.
Katara blushed slightly and opened a random page in the journal to put the picture back in. She couldn't help it. She was so curious about what Aang wrote about and read a page of his private journal.
July 27Today I made Katara laugh. I don't even remember what I did do but know it was painful because I have a bruise on my bum. But it was worth seeing Katara laugh.
July 28While we were rehearsing today Katara looked so beautiful. We were rehearsing for the scene when she and Toph try to talk to the Earth King of Ba Sing Sa. Katara and Toph were dressed as noble women. Toph was cute even though she was a bit creepy in a dress. But Katara was so beautiful.
July 29
Today I almost thought Katara found out about my feelings for her. ---
Katara stopped reading. She looked up and thought about that sentence. She looked down again and sure enough it was in Aang's hand. "What does he mean by that?" She looked down and continued reading were she left off.
July 29
Today I almost thought Katara found out about my feelings for her. I had given her some red roses and was about to leave when she stopped me.
"What are these for?" she had asked.
"Oh just for…for you being you," I quickly stammered. I quickly left and noticed her standing in the door way of her dressing room with a puzzled look on her beautiful face.
That was a close one. I wonder if she'll ever notice I love her.
Katara almost dropped the journal on the floor. She sat there with her mouth agape and the journal open in her lap when Aang came out of his little room.
"I'm ready Katara. I feel better after a hot shower. Sorry to keep you waiting." He noticed her sitting there with her back to him ignoring him. "What's wrong Katara?" he asked. He stepped in front of her and noticed the open journal in her hands whispering to her his secrets.
She looked up at him in shock. Then shook her head to clear her head and quickly stammered, "I'm sorry. I was just cleaning up a bit and noticed this," she indicated the journal, "in the pile. I couldn't help it. A picture came out and I opened a page to put it back in then started to read. I couldn't stop until I read - until I read."
Aang took the journal from Katara and quickly skimmed the page from which she had read. Aang blushed a deep rose and placed the journal on a nearby table. "It's okay Katara."
Knock. Knock. "That must be the rest of the party," said Katara with a sigh of relief. Katara picked up the picnic basket she had brought in with her, opened the door and stepped out into the crowd that waited outside the door.
"Wait Katara I want to speak to you," said Aang as he stood in the doorway of his room looking for Katara.
Katara turned around and stepped back into the room. She shut the door and turned to Aang. The child that stood before her was trying to hide his embarrassment.
"Um… Katara about my journal, you aren't going to tell anyone are you?" he asked sheepishly.
"Not unless you tell someone," joked Katara weakly. "Um… Aang I have something in my journal too that is like this."
"What do you love Zuko or Jet or Haru?" asked Aang. He hung his head so Katara could see his arrow clearly but couldn't see his face.
"Poor little guy," Katara thought. "No, in mine it's actually—"
KNOCK. KNOCK. "Oh come on you guys what are you doing in there? Come on lets go on that picnic," whined Sokka. "If you don't come out I'll have to knock down this door. One… Two… Three…"
"Coming Sokka," said Aang. He started to move toward the door but Katara stopped him.
"Wait I need to tell you something now," said Katara. She grabbed his wrist and dragged him to the window. It was the only way out but there was a dumpster under the window. Katara opened the window and climbed onto the sill and dragged Aang on beside her.
Aang looked at her as if she was crazy. "Do you really want us to…?" She nodded and got ready to jump. Then she sent them flying into the dumpster that just luckily held a bunch of straw from old mattresses.
"Aang," said Katara breathlessly, "Aang I love you too. I have that in my journal. But of course I hide mine better when I'm done writing in it." She smiled at Aang and noticed the 12-year-old Avatar look surprised then happy.
"Wow," said Aang. He leaned back into the moldy straw and said again, "Wow."
Katara leaned back into the straw and lay there gaining back her breath. Aang turned to her and noticed that her eyes were closed and that she was breathing calmly. He sat up and lay down next to her and brushed his lips against hers. She opened her eyes slowly and saw Aang blushing. She leaned forward until her lips locked onto his and pulled him down into the straw. Aang was surprised a bit but gave into the kiss. She wound her arms around his neck. He put his arms around her waist and shifted so he could kiss her better.
Later the two stepped out of the dumpster with straw in their hair and clothing. Aang started to pull the straw from her hair and kissed her lightly on the lips. She gave him a peck on the lips and grasped his hand. They walked toward the back door of the building and stepped into a new relationship.