Disclaimer: If ATLA/LoK were mine, Taang would've happened!

AN: So I can't update Practice Makes Perfect today because I let my roommate borrow my laptop and I have Chapter 15 in it and I thought I had uploaded it to FFN, but I didn't! *hides* I'll try to update that story once my laptop is back home... In the meantime, how about a Modern Day Taang?

I wanted to complete this fic (with the tentative title, Chance) before I started posting it, but seeing as I have nothing else to post, um, read this, please? It's cracky and shippy and I hope you all like it! Let me know what you think! =D

Unlike most college students, Aang woke up everyday happy to be alive, thankful for his health, and grateful to be given the daily opportunity to make the most of it. He exercised regularly, ate well, never smoked, focused on his studies, and had only gotten drunk once in his entire twenty-one years of existence. Well, only once up until last night, so now his tally was up to two.

He woke up on the floor of his room with a vicious pounding in his skull, like someone punched him for twelve straight rounds. The light from the window hurt his eyes, so he didn't try to open them a second time. When he attempted to remember what happened the previous night, it only made his headache worse.

"Ugh..." he groaned, running his hands over his face. The morning after was precisely why he didn't like to drink. Perhaps after some food and a shower he would feel better. Luckily for him, he had no class that day.

Scratching his shoulder, he got up to shut the blinds. When he turned back to his big, comfy bed thinking that maybe a little more sleep would help, too, he froze.

Lying in the middle of his California king was a girl. Not just any girl, a half-naked girl hugging a pillow. She wore a green pair of panties and...that was about it. If he didn't count the pillow she was hugging, of course. If that pillow wasn't conveniently covering her chest, she would be topless.

Hangover momentarily forgotten, Aang rushed to the door, hoped it didn't creak when he opened it, and ran out.

...

Sokka walked out of the bathroom at the same time Aang ran out of his room.

"Where's the fire?" Sokka asked, stretching his arms over his head and yawning.

Aang couldn't come up with the words to explain what was going on or why there was a girl in his bed or why he couldn't remember anything about the previous night or why there was a girl in his bed!

"Sokka, did... did you... bring someone back to the apartment with you last night?"

His roommate's eyes nearly bugged out of their head.

"What? No! Why would you ask that?" Aang shrugged, but before he could apologize, the older man continued, "You know I'm with Suki now!" Then, after a beat added, "But, uh, did someone come around looking for me? Ty Lee maybe?"

"No," Aang shook his head. After a few times of running his hand through his shaggy brown hair, grey eyes turned to blue ones. "I think I have a problem, Sokka."

"Yeah, those boxers," Sokka smirked, grabbing the juice from the fridge and drinking straight from the carton.

Aang looked down at himself surprised to see that he was in fact only wearing boxers...and he had been in his room with a girl who was wearing almost as little clothing as he was. Actually less since the panties she had on were much smaller than his boxers... Focus, Aang! He swallowed nervously. "There's a girl in my room," he whispered to his roommate.

Sokka choked on the juice.

"Did you just say what I think you said?" he coughed, wiping his mouth with the back of his hand and throwing the juice back in the fridge.

Aang nodded.

"Let me get this straight. There's a girl -"

Aang chewed the side of his thumb nervously.

"- in your room?"

Aang nodded again.

"And you're out here with me!" Sokka yelled.

"Shhh!"

"Seriously, man, why aren't you, you know, in there?"

He laughed at his own joke.

"Sokka, this is serious!" Aang whispered. "What am I going to do?"

"You want, like, tips?"

"No! How do I get her out of there?"

Sokka grinned knowingly. "Ah-ha! So you are the love 'em and leave 'em type. I knew it. No one's that good. Suki and my sister owe me a big wad of cash."

The knock at the door made both roommates jump in place for very different reasons. Sokka smiled, Aang frowned.

"That's probably them now and I am so gonna make them pay up. Then, we can buy breakfast, cool?"

"Sokka, wait!" Aang grabbed his sleeve. "Maybe they'll go away if they think no one's here."

"Open up, Sokka! We know you're in there!"

Aang rubbed the back of his neck wondering what to do. "Just... Don't say anything about... you know." He pointed his chin towards his room and just hoped the girl didn't wake up anytime soon.

Sokka rolled his eyes. "Fine," he sighed, disappointed in his roommate. For a second, he thought Aang was finally going to step up and be his wingman- if Suki and he broke up again, that is. The kid was good-looking, but way too shy and far too nice. It was a waste, really. Since Jet moved out, things had never been the same. Oh well.

Katara and Suki stepped inside when Sokka opened up.

"Where are your clothes?" was the first thing Suki asked Aang. "Morning, babe," she said, kissing Sokka. "How about some breakfast?"

"Sounds great!" he replied, then made a face when he realized Suki did not intend to make it, but expected him to. He muttered to himself as he grabbed two bowls for cereal.

Katara smiled at Aang's blush. "You okay?" she asked, taking in his scarce attire.

"Uh, yeah," Aang replied, crossing his arms over his chest, so that his hands were tucked under his armpits. Katara was one of his closest friends now, but when he first moved in with Sokka, he had had the hugest crush on her. She never seemed interested though, treating him like a little brother, but she was always nice, so they became friends in no time.

"Did you guys just wake up?" Suki asked, jumping on the countertop. Then, she seemed to remember something and smiled. "And how was your night, Aang?"

The young man coughed. "What? Why?" he choked out, then cleared his throat, "I mean, why do you ask?"

Suki's smile only widened and for a second Aang wished Katara had never kept in touch with the other girl. She and Suki had been friends back in high school, which is where Sokka met the green-eyed brunette. Sokka claims Suki had been too young at the time, so he waited until she was older to ask her out. She, however, says he did ask her out, but she had a boyfriend at the time, an older guy who Aang had never met. Anyway, Aang wished he could go back in time to the day Katara met Suki and have them never meet, so that she couldn't ask him that question now!

Sokka narrowed his eyes and pointed an accusing finger at his girlfriend. "You know something woman, what is it?"

"What did I tell you about calling me that?"

"Heh," Sokka smiled apologetically and hugged her. "You're breakfast is served, milady," he said, bowing dramatically, presenting her with a bowl of Lucky Charms.

Suki took the bait and kissed her boyfriend before she started on her cereal. "Thank you, kind sir."

Katara glanced at everyone present and raised an eyebrow in suspicion. "What's going on?"

Sokka and Suki both turned to look at Aang.

"You wanna answer that, buddy?"

"Well..." Aang scratched the back of his head. "The thing is..."

Just when he was about to explain, the door to his room creaked opened and the girl who had been sleeping in his bed poked her head out. Aang crossed his arms over his chest again in embarrassment. It wasn't often that he wore so little with other people around. That's not what he was focused on though. He hadn't gotten a good look at her before, but wow! She was...she was cute! Straight, black hair, which was kinda all over the place at the moment, the greenest of eyes, and a killer smile.

Suki choked on her cereal and Sokka tried not to laugh as he rubbed her back gently. Katara's eyes nearly fell out of their sockets when she saw the girl sticking her head out of Aang's room. It was a girl she recognized, a girl she knew would be trouble!

"Toph?"