Serious
Sokka was thrilled. Finally, his first one-on-one with Suki. He jumped up from his seat, started to bounce up and down, and moved his hands up as if to defend himself. He was ultimately pumped about showing his girlfriend who was boss. Did she really think that she could beat him up? She did it a couple times before, but that was only because he never had a warning. She came out of nowhere, everytime. His little Kyoshi warrior. But now, she was in for a big surprise. He walked right up to her with a smile on his face and victory already in his heart.
"Are you ready to lose?" Sokka took his stance.
Suki was scared. If she beat Sokka up, again, would he break up with her? Was this battle even necessary? Suki looked up to see the whole Gaang watching the battle area. Katara and Zuko had a blanket laid out. Toph and Aang were eating popcorn. Did they really think that this was going to last that long? She understood that everyone was bored, but does that really mean that they need to start fighting each other? She thought about Katara and Zuko, they never fight. More recently all they had been doing is locking themselves in a room, and making noises that shouldn't be heard by children. Suki shivered. She had never been uncomfortable with making love, until her friends started to become sexually active. Even Aang and Toph were getting it on. And it's not like she was complaining either. She liked her relationship with Sokka; it was sweet, and he always thinks of her first. But sometimes, she wished that he would be a little less humorous and a bit more serious. She looked at Sokka. His eyebrows were arched down, and his fists by his face. His legs wouldn't quit moving as he stepped from side to side. Sokka was finally serious. Suki pulled out her fan.
"Bring it, honey."
Sokka pulled out his boomerang with a smirk on his face.
"Oh, I will."
Sokka said he was tired and left the room. The akward tension was still in the room as he left it. And the Gaang gave each other the look, the one that says sore loser. Suki looked at her toes. She knew this was going to end badly. Why did she always give in? Suki excused herself, and went to her room to take a shower. She contemplated why her boy had to always hurt his pride as she washed her hair. She didn't mean to attack him the way she did. She meant to go easy on him. But something was bubbling inside her. She dried herself with her towel and looked for her nightclothes. She was definitely going to sleep; it had been a long day.
Sokka was upset. He was trying not to think about it, but kept taking off his shirt and looked in the mirror. He was not upset or pleased by what he saw. He wasn't the biggest boy, but his lean body was smooth. His chest and 6-pack were defined. And his veins popped out of his arms from all the working out he done that morning. He couldn't believe that Suki beat him. He thought that she might have been less of a fighter since she hadn't been practicing lately. He was going to redeem himself, but instead he dug himself a bigger hole. He knew it wasn't her fault, but still wished he was the man in the relationship. I mean he loved her, there was no denying that. But she had the first say in everything. He never really made the decisions, he never got upset with her, and he never asked for anything but her company. Sokka put his hands on the sides of the mirror, leaned in so he could get a better look at his chiseled face. Things were going to change. And he left the room.