A young man sat by the camp polishing his boomerang, his tongue sticking out in concentration while his sister was writing a letter, the blind bandit making different forms and shapes with her space rock, and the Aang was just lying on Appa and staring at the clouds. But, one thing' was for sure, he wasn't really polishing his boomerang. He was staring at her.
But every once in a while, he went back to polishing until looking up again. He couldn't help it. He loved her. Her milky green eyes, the way her ebony hair fell into her face, her shoeless feet, and her strength in earthbending. It warmed his heart when he saw the look on her face when he gave her that space rock. I can't believe she actually liked it, he thought.
"Snoozles, stop staring at me!"
Sokka looked up. "What? I wasn't staring at you!"
She smirked. "I can tell you're lying." She teased.
"Sokka, what in the world were you doing, staring at Toph?" Katara asked, looking up from her letter. Aang sat up.
"Yeah, Sokka. What were you doing, staring at her?" the airbender said with a suspicious look.
Sokka's face turned crimson."I was not staring at her!"
"Liar!" Toph said.
Sokka couldn't explain it. He went silent