Jet/Kaida:

(Kaida)

I was sitting by myself on top of a cliff overlooking my camp that sat within a small valley. It was peaceful up here. A gentle breeze caressed my bare arms. The night sky looked kind of like navy blue velvet, and the stars like diamonds that were flung onto it. Now I'm not one for being one with nature and stuff, but—I had to admit—this scene had an enchanting tranquility to it.

"He doesn't know what he's missing," a voice said from behind me. I spun around to see who it was. Jet's hazel eyes glimmered in the moonlight as he stared down at me. {I have no clue what color his eyes are so they shall be hazel, just to be different ;) }

"What?" I asked, unclear of what he meant. Taking a small step forward, Jet knelt beside me. He jerked his chin in the direction of our little camp.

"That…Zuko. He spends most of his time looking for a pretty girl, and he doesn't realize he has one right here," he explained, tapping my nose. My cheeks instantly grew hot and I tried desperately to hide the blushing by focusing my attention on the hem of my tunic.

"Zuko wouldn't…I…he doesn't think of me that way," I mumbled, tugging at a loose thread. Jet sighed and sat Indian-style.

"See, that's your problem," Jet started. I glared at him, but he held up a finger, indicating that he wasn't finished. "You're always wondering what people think of you instead of what they feel about you." I raised an eyebrow in confusion. How could I possibly know what a person was feeling about me without them telling me? I was grateful to Jet for trying to make me feel better, but I had to question his logic.

"Thanks. I'll keep that in mind. Wouldn't want anyone being offended by my social disabilities!" I said rather harshly. Jet looked taken aback and held his hands up, palms facing outward.

"I wasn't trying to…look; a guy like Zuko isn't one to openly admit his feelings. He needs a little…assistance," Jet informed me.

"Such as?" A thoughtful look found its way onto Jet's face. He suddenly stood up, pulling me along with him.

"Okay, try to drop subtle hints… or not. Zuko does seem to be dumb when it comes to girls. He's like a dog chasing his tail." Jet and I couldn't help but laugh at the thought of Zuko running around, frantically snapping at his tail. Then Jet yawned. "Well, I don't know about you, but I'm beat. Time to hit the hay."

A thought unexpectedly entered my head and I grabbed Jet's hand. He looked back at me. He was so going to hate me for this. "I have an idea. About getting Zuko to 'fess up. But you're probably not going to like it."

I quickly explained my theory to Jet, whose features held various expressions on the subject. It wasn't like I was asking him to invade the fire nation or anything. Well, not technically.

"You want me…to pretend to be your…boyfriend?"

"Yeah, but just until Zuko admits he likes me, then we can go about our own lives. Please, Jet, don't make me beg. You know I hate begging," I pouted theatrically while Jet stared at me incredulously.

"When I said subtle hints I didn't mean so subtle it doesn't exist! And what happens when he gets pissed and comes after me?"

"He won't."

"And how do you know?"

"Because, if he actually cares about me then he won't want to hurt you, because of our 'relationship'." I exaggerated the air quotes, just to make sure he was following.

"…Alright, fine. But if I get scorched, I'll make especially sure that you have to…" Jet looked into my eyes. "Lick. Appa's. Butt." I snorted. That boy was so immature.

"Deal," I replied.

"Deal," Jet agreed and we shook hands, finalizing the sort of alliance.

The walk back to camp was mostly full of talk about how we were going to pull this off. So far we came up with; 1.) we had to be around each other more, 2.) there had to be some form of public display of affection, and 3.) this secret was to be exactly that…a secret. It would just be even more awkward if someone knew and had to lie for us. And we both knew that our companions lacked acting qualities.

When we finally got back to camp, everyone was sitting around the campfire, listening to Sokka tell a tale of how he was attacked by sea-monkeys. As soon as Jet and I set foot into the area where the others were, the talking ceased and their eyes snapped up in our direction. I saw Zuko glaring at Jet. I felt panicky when I realized how close Jet and I were standing. So close, in fact, that we could've been holding hands.

"Oh, hey guys! Where've you been? Sokka was just telling us this great story! You should come and listen!" I released a breath I didn't know I was holding and inhaled deeply. Thank the Spirits for Aang's talkativeness. That had been too awkward for my taste.

"Actually, I think I'm gonna get some shut eye," Jet said, yawning. Aang looked disappointed but nodded. I was about to walk to the others, when Jet caught my hand. He glanced quickly from me to our comrades. I opened my mouth to ask him what he was doing, but was cut short when he smashed his lips against mine. I stiffened.

Jet's hands went to my hair, tangling themselves in it. I just stood there, dumbfounded as Jet kissed me. I was kissing Jet. How odd.

Finally, Jet broke off the kiss and smiled. He turned abruptly, waved to the rest of the group—who looked just as shocked as I felt—and headed for his tent.

Someone's coughing fit threw me out of my daze. I looked over to see that it was Sokka. He had bugged eyes and a slack jaw. I gathered up my wits, put on the best smile I could manage, and sauntered towards the campfire, my lips still tingling and my brain still whirling from Jet's kiss.

A/N: So? How'd I do? This is my first fanfic so if Jet seems out of character, my bad. I'm currently re-watching the series, so I'LL GET BETTAR! :D ...Hopefully...