Hey! It's me again! This was a request from candycane2010! She came up with the idea! Hope you enjoy!

Katara: 26
Aang, Toph: 24
Sokka, Suki, Mai: 27
Zuko, Yue: 28

Disclaimer: Own nothing.

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Katara shifted in her seat, shuffling her papers and sitting back. The smell of air freshener and plastic flowers flowed throughout the room as she looked around. To her right, there was another big sofa-like chair and in the middle was a little table with said plastic flowers. She looked out to where the stage she was on dropped and the plastic chairs started and inclined on a little cliff in the building. Katara looked behind her to the fake windows with changing backgrounds were.

Katara sighed as she turned back around to face forward in her chair. Ever since she had taken up her job, she had been able to meet many famous people. But famous people also meant snobby rich people who wanted desperately to be there. Although Katara could put up with them, it just got irritating at times listening to them drone on and on about themselves.

"Here is your coffee, Katara." Katara looked behind her to see her best friend and coworker handing her a steaming hot cup of mint flavored coffee, just how she liked it.

"Thanks," Katara said as she took the cup and sipped, the warm liquid slipping down her sore throat. Having to talk and ask questions all day made her throat all the more dry.

"So," Suki started as she sat on the arm of Katara's chair, "who do you have to interview today?"

Katara rolled her eyes, taking another sip of her coffee and flipping her wavy brown locks behind her shoulder. "They said I had to ask some big-shot soccer player some questions about his life and himself. This is going to be fun."

Suki hinted the sarcasm in her voice and handed her an earpiece, taking her own microphone and attaching it to her ear.

"Can you hear me?" Suki whispered into the mic.

"Loud and clear, captain," Katara answered with a giggle.

"Good," Suki spoke as she walked away to go backstage when she saw people coming in to watch the show live.

"Wish me luck," Katara sighed into the microphone as she turned and straightened out her shirt. For the interview, she was wearing a sky blue ruffled blouse and a pair of skinny jeans with some blue high heels.

"Good luck," Suki replied as she disappeared backstage.

Katara was alone onstage again and sipped her coffee as she watched one by one people file into their seats.

Where is he? she thought as mostly every seat was filled with people. The camera crew was also waiting with their equipment all set up and ready to go. As was the director of the show, who was standing by the screen that showed what she was supposed to ask.

Suddenly, out of the corner of her eye, she saw a man, about her age, maybe younger, with short black hair and a handsome face. He was wearing a white button down shirt with an orange tie and some dress pants and tan boater shoes. He was backstage, getting mauled by make-up artists and screaming fan girls.

Look away, Katara, she told herself, he's probably stuck up like the rest of them.

The man turned around after having finished what he was doing and walked onstage, sitting down in the chair next to Katara. She looked over and met his gaze. What she saw stunned her to no ends. Once she looked up, all she could do was stare into his stunning, lively, extremely big grey eyes. All he could do was stare back and smile like a goofy kid.

Katara snapped out of her daze, scoffed and turned to face the director who was signaling for them to get ready. She looked at the camera, refusing to look anywhere but, and plastered a somewhat fake smile onto her face. Aang didn't do anything but look at her as she did this, and Katara thought she saw a real, genuine grin on his face instead of a fake one like most of those sports players and pop singers out there.

"And we're rolling in 5… 4… 3… 2…" the director counted off his fingers and pointed at Katara to begin.

"Here today we have Aang, a star soccer player from Texas with us," Katara began, still looking at the camera and reading the text in the machine beside the camera at the same time. "Now tell us, Aang, do you enjoy playing soccer?"

Aang nodded, but kept his eyes on her. "I love playing soccer. It's one of my many passions in life. My other one is helping charity."

The crowd 'awe'd while Katara just looked at him with slight astonishment written all over her face.

"Oh really?" she questioned sipping her coffee again to stop her racing heart. "And how do you help out the less fortunate?"

"Well," Aang started, casting a quick glance at the camera before looking back at her with his big, goofy smile still on his face, "every time I get paid, I give a third of the money to a local charity out in Texas."

"That's amazing," Katara said in her interview voice, but the smile on her face turned less forced and looked more real. "How much money have you given so far and why do you give away the money?"

"So far," said Aang as he tapped his chin in thought, "so far I think I've given about 1,000 dollars to the charity since I've been playing. To answer your other question, I give it away to that charity because I used to belong to an orphanage that got stuff from the charity."

Katara almost wanted to gape at his words. Never in her life had she heard about a star that started out poor and ended up rich beyond his wildest dreams. It almost amazed her. And so far, he hadn't said anything really said anything self-centered. She was downright impressed.

"So," Katara recovered, starting with her next question as she folded her skinny legs and placed her hands in her lap, licking her lips, "how did you become such a great soccer player?"

"Hm," Aang hummed tapping his chin again. "It all started when I was going to a local school with my fellow orphans. I loved playing soccer out in the fields every day at recess. When I started Middle School, I joined the local soccer team with the money I saved up for years. I was put in advanced classes with High School students by the time I reached 8th grade. When I graduated from High School, I enrolled for a college in California where I went on with my dream of playing soccer. After I graduated college about 2 years ago, I was asked to join a professional team and I accepted. I enjoy what I do and I take it very seriously."

Time rolled on and questions were asked by a very interested Katara and a willing Aang. Soon, the show was over, and they both headed backstage.

Katara threw away her cup, still interested with what Aang had said. She walked up to Suki and Yue who were her best friends since High School.

"You did awesome," Yue complimented, hugging her friend as Suki did the same.

"Yeah," Suki agreed, "and I could tell that Aang liked you."

Katara stared at the green clad girl as if she had 3 heads.

"No he doesn't," Katara scoffed as she picked up some water from the snack table, opened the bottle, and took a sip.

"Look," Yue pointed, "he's coming this way. Talk to him!"

Katara turned around, looking as Aang made his way to the snack table. He was taking off his orange tie and stuffing it into his pocket. His shirt was now unbuttoned at the top, making Katara blush.

"Aang!" someone called making Katara snap out of it and look at the person who was speaking. It was a girl that looked about his age. She was short and wore camouflage sorts that went to about her knees and a big green t-shirt. Her hair was pulled back into a ponytail that reached her shoulders, bangs were in her eyes.

The girl ran up to Aang and punched him in the arm. From the look of it, she was blind. Aang flinched and rubbed his sore arm, a wince on his face. Katara expected him to lash out at the girl, but all he did was laugh awkwardly and give a small smile.

"Well, hello to you too, Toph," Aang said as he stopped rubbing his arm and grabbed a doughnut from the table.

The girl who Katara now knew was Toph sniffed the air, her eyes widening.

"Don't eat that!" she screamed, knocking the sweet pastry out of his hands and onto the floor. "I told you no more sweets! As your personal trainer, I'm not gonna let you get off the hook just because there's a break. Now go over and eat an apple or something!"

Katara just giggled from where she was standing some feet away, catching the attention of Aang and maybe Toph, she couldn't tell because the girl didn't look at her. Katara immediately stopped laughing and blushed.

"Hey," Aang waved with a smile, beckoning her to go over and stand beside him.

She walked over, albeit a bit hesitantly, and stood next to him.

"I'm Aang," he said as he extended his hand to her.

She smiled a bit at his politeness, shaking his hand and blushing at how perfectly her hand fit in his. He pulled away, rubbing the back of his neck sheepishly.

"I'm Katara," she whispered.

"This is Toph," Aang motioned to the blind girl who nodded her head, "my physical trainer and best friend."

"Sup, Sweetness," Toph nodded as she laughed and walked away.

"Sweetness?" Katara asked as she laughed along with the crazy girl.

"She calls me Twinkle Toes. You get used to it," Aang smiled as he laughed along with her and his long gone friend.

"I hope so," Katara smirked, twirling some hair between her fingers.

"Hey," Aang said as he gestured to her, "can I ask you something?"

"You already did," Katara giggled, then perked up when she saw his serious face. "But what do you want to ask me?"

"Well… umm…" Aang began, "would you… umm… like to have dinner with me tonight?"

Katara froze.

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Muahahahaha! Please that candycane2010 for this and review! Candy doesn't know what's gonna happen next so don't ask!

I'm going to update this chapter every weekend so be on the lookout!