Hahaha! Well, I just came up with a bunch of one-shot ideas! Now, don't yell at me! I know I'm supposed to be working on The Interview and The Dance but I'll update those this weekend! I promise! Speaking of promises, I'm getting The Promise a week early! Eeeepp! Just can't wait! I have a Tumblr on it, so check me out as trixie1233271. Kk?

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Aang sat, doodling down some ideas for the upcoming meeting with some officials. It was just a week since the Firelord's defeat and Zuko's coronation. It had been a week since he had made that stressing promise that he just knew he would never have to fulfill. He stopped doodling for a second and looked out the window in thought. Lately, he had been catching up to Katara in height, which was the upside to this whole puberty thing that was happening. The downside was that every time he tried to say a question or exclaim something at meetings, his voice would squeak, causing the whole room to glare at him. He was only 13 for Spirits sakes; he was just a young boy! But when it came to officials, age was but a number and no matter what, he would always be made fun of at meetings for his voice.

A soft knock interrupted his thinking. He knew that knock like the back of his hand.

"Come on in, Katara," Aang called as he looked at the door and saw her come in, peeking her head in the small crack of the door to see if he was done with what he was doing.

"Hey," she greeted, opening the door fully and walking in to sit on the edge of his desk. "How's it going?"

"Fine," Aang sighed, looking back down at his paper in thought and concentration.

"There's something bothering you," Katara said, placing a finger under his chin and lifting it up to meet her eyes. "Would you like to tell me what it is?"

"It's nothing," Aang proclaimed, tearing his gaze away from those blue orbs of hers. He knew if he looked at her any longer, he would end up slipping up and telling her what was wrong.

"It's not nothing, Aang," Katara stated. "I know that look. You look like that when you have something to hide from me. Now, tell me."

Aang looked back up at his girlfriend, trying to resist the temptation of telling her what it was that was bothering him. Instead, he posed a question.

"Do you think I'm silly when my voice squeaks?" As he asked this, his voice gave off an involuntary noise at the end that sounded like a kitten crying. "Like that!" As he yelled this, he did it again.

Katara looked at him like he was crazy, staring at him with big, round eyes of blue that pierced through him down to his very core. Making him want to grab her and kiss her on the spot until they were out of breath.

Katara laughed as an answer. It was a soft giggle that sounded like wind chimes to him. At that moment, he was too caught up in staring at her eyes and listening to her laugh to sense that he was laughing at him. Then, it hit him like a ton of bricks.

"What's so funny about that?" he questioned, his voice squeaking at the end.

Katara stopped laughing, wiping a tear of mirth from her eye as she finished. "It's not that I'm laughing at you," she answered. "I just think that it's funny that you would even ask me a question of the sorts. I love the way you talk! I think it's cute that you squeak when you ask a question or yell something. It annoyed me when Sokka was at that faze. In fact, he still does it, but it's gotten better. Now, when you do it, I love it. It's not funny, but cute. It just means you're growing up to become the man that you are inside. Trust me Aang, the officials that laugh at you, well, they just forget that you're a kid sometimes. They forget that you're still growing up."

Aang nodded, taking in every word that she said.

"Thank you Katara," Aang said as she hopped down off of the desk and headed for the door. "Oh, hey, so you want to go to dinner sometime later?"

Katara giggled as his voice squeaked again. Aang got up and moved toward her.

"I would love to, big guy," Katara replied, kissing him softly of the lips before walking out of the room.

Aang sat back down in his chair, thinking over what Katara had said. Maybe I should ask questions more often, Aang thought as he went back to doodling more things down on his paper for his speech.

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A fifteen year old Tenzin sat down at his study in the Southern Air Temple, beginning to take notes on what his father had just taught him. His final exam was next week and he needed to learn things fast. It didn't help that the only other Airbender in the entire universe was his father. His siblings couldn't help him of course because they weren't Airbenders and his mother was a Waterbender and didn't know the first step in teaching Airbending.

As of late, Tenzin had been going through some changes, as his father called it. His girlfriend, Pema, said it was cute that he called it that instead of the proper word of puberty. But, since Tenzin hated using those types of words, he just stuck with changes. His voice was starting to crack, and last time he tried to speak on behalf of his father at a meeting when Aang was sick, he had ended up squeaking. Of course, he knew that Katara had to go to the meeting, but Katara was too busy with helping her eldest child with relationship problems and taking care of a sick Aang, so Tenzin had to speak at that horrible meeting. The only thing good that came out of that trip to the Earth Kingdom was meeting his girlfriend.

The first time he asked Pema on a date, his voice had cracked to the point of only hearing half of the conversation. Pema had said yes though. At dinner, he asked her if it was silly when his voice cracked. Pema had only answered with, "I think it's really cute. Don't stop doing it." After that, he never wanted his voice to get deeper.

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Best ending to a one-shot ever! I loved the Tenzin/Pema scene that matched the Aang/Katara scene! Just cute in my opinion! So, this is gonna be a story of random one-shots and such. I have a bunch more stories to get down on computer! Review!