Day Two: Oblivious
Toph lay back on the comfortingly hard ground. "I don't see how anyone can be so oblivious."
Aang, who happened to be laid out on the ground as well, lifted his head off his hands slightly to send a glance Toph's way, wondering what she was talking about. He watched as she looked around sightlessly, and then finally put her face into the sun's warmth and sighed. Aang ticked off possibilities quickly. She was talking to him, so she couldn't be talking about him. So she had to be talking about Katara or Sokka, and if anyone could recognize what she was feeling, it was the young avatar.
"You talking about Sokka?" He asked nonchalantly. Toph snorted.
"Who else?"
Surprisingly, Aang wasn't all that shocked, even though she had just admitted in a round-about way that she liked Sokka. He took a deep breath.
"I think it must run in the family." He said suddenly. "I mean, Katara didn't even realize it until I kissed her, and even then…"
"Shut up, Twinkletoes," Toph cut in, "You don't know what you're talking about."
Aang bristled – which was rare for him – because if there was anything he understood, it was pining away after someone and not even being sure if they would ever reciprocate. How dare Toph assume…
"I was talking about how he tipped over the cook pot and burned his hand." She explained.
Aang's anger sputtered to a halt, and all he could say was, "Oh." Toph laughed and earthbent a pillar that pushed her back up onto her feet.
"Served him right for not paying attention." She said.
"Y-y-yeah. Served him right…" Aang stuttered absentmindedly. So that meant, she didn't like Sokka?
"See ya, Aang." Toph said, and she walked away, she told herself to mind what she said. Aang had almost guessed what she really meant.