Disclaimer: I do not own Avatar: The Last Airbender. All of the rights belong to Nickelodean and the creators of the show.

I've never wrote a oneshot before. I always wanna continue it. But I guess we'll see how good this is first?

Toph can see! It wouldn't be right if she couldn't. So yeah, it's modern :P

"Sup, Twinkle Toes."

She awaited for his response.

"Hey, Toph. . ."

Toph flinched at his unusual tone of voice. So unusual to her, in fact, that she stopped before she was going to pass the threshold of his house. She has never heard her best friend talk in such a sad voice. And now that she was looking at him, she's never seem him look this sad ever. On a normal day, he would open his front door with a big, welcoming smile on his face (unless he was trying to trick her). Today, he looked very dull. there wasn't a literal frown on his face, but it was flat. His posture was bad. He was slouching more then she did when she sat down. He had to hold onto the doorknob to gain more support.

"What's up with you?" she asked, taken aback.

"Nothing," he obviously lied.

Toph studied his eyes. Colors ranging from rosy pink to a crimson red were surrounding his eyelids, depending on the density of his face. His silver eyes looked glassy.

"Okay. . ." she said. "Now, do you wanna tell me what's really going on?"

The possibility that Aang might have been crying sort of freaked her out. She rarely ever sees people cry - let alone her best friends. She wouldn't have any idea what to do in such a situation. She would be afraid of making it awkward, or maybe even worse.

Aang shook his head, running his fingers through his messy dark hair as he leaned even more into the door. She took it as a gesture to let her inside.

She threw her backpack against the bookcase that was against the wall beside her like she always did when she came over. Like always, she was relieved to finally kick off the expensive shoes that she was forced to wear back at that prison cell that she was forced to call home. Having her feet squished into two-sizes-too-small shoes wasn't exactly her kind of forte.

Aang's cat, Momo, gave Toph a death stare from the family room farther to the left. He might just be a normal, black and white middle aged cat, but he still didn't forget the time when Toph kicked her shoes right smack on top of him the last time she came over. Toph almost laughed out loud at her flashback, but stopped herself, remembering that something was wrong with Aang.

"Are you really this dissapointed to see me?" Toph asked sarcastically.

She saw Aang shake his head. He saw a hint of laughter from the corner of his lips lifting slightly. His eyes still kept the same sad look. There was an awkward silence. She couldn't think of anything else to say that wouldn't trigger his sadness. She decided to play the guessing game.

"Did you fail that test today?"

"Probably," he smirked.

His hand finally left the paint-chipped, golden doorknob. He looked like he didn't know where to go. Anywhere besides where they were. He thought that the kitchen might be worse. Gyatso was always there or the living room, which was connected enough to where you would be able to hear an entire intense conversation.

"Let's go in my room," he told her.

As they climbed his carpeted stairs, Toph tried again.

"Did Appa run away again?"

"No, he's outside."

Of couse, Toph was aware that her guesses were ridiculous. Even for someone like Aang, that would be pathetic, she thought.

There was something that could be considered a higher possibility then the rest, but she did not want to bring the subject back up. The last time she did was last night. They almost got into their first fight, after two and a half long years. It was about a girl, of all things. But it wasn't no oridnary girl. Aang was dating this girl, ever since they became friends. Yesterday was the first time that Aang has ever heard that Toph has never liked her.

Both him and Toph have the slightest care that they couldn't see the color of Aang's carpet with all of the junk that was covering it. Toph almost stepped on one of his Xbox controllers while trying to make it to his bed for a place to sit. The only other option was trying to clear off the seat to his desk. The seat was piled full of dirty clothes that he has never bothered to put away. The only reason that Toph didn't care was because this is what her room looked like on a daily basis without the maids picking up after her. She didn't take in the consideration that Aang's room was usually spotless.

This time, Aang leaned against his junk-filled desk. He tried to avoid Toph's eye contact. He kept them locked outside of one of his windows to his left. Toph frowned. "So. . .?"

"She left me."

The words were so faint, she barely heard what he said. It could have been lower then a whisper. Toph squinted her brilliant green eyes, trying to meet back with his. "What?" she asked, just to make sure.

"She left me," he repeated in a natural whisper. His voice sounded shaky to her.

He was talking about Katara.

"Why?" she asked, trying to sound oblivious.

"She's liked Zuko for months, now."

I've liked you for two and a half years, Twinkle toes.

Toph stood up. "What?"

"Yup," he nodded. Aang raised his eyebrows, still avoiding his eye-contact. His hand met his face for a moment, covering his sadness, she suspected. She was now very worried about him. Katara was almost like a mother to him since he didn't have one. She was the one who would help him through all of his problems that ranged from the little things to things just getting plain ridiculous. She was afraid that Aang was going to do something really stupid and reckless, now that he doesn't have Katara to hold him back.

Actually, now that she's standing in his room, she's starting to suspect that he already has.

"Why is your room so messy?"

Aang shrugged. "Don't really give a shit, anymore."

Toph felt something has just died inside of her. Where was the Aang that she knows and loves? Where did his best friend go? She already missed his nerdy, neat-freak, air headed best friend. That feeling inside of her kept sinking, and sinking, and sinking. . .

"Aang. . ." She couldn't think of anything to say. If words weren't going to make a difference, then she was going to take action.

Toph made her way across the room, dragging her feet through all of the clothes, videogames, papers, and blankets, not caring what she ripped or broke. Aang finally looked at her. When he had noticed that Toph was walking straight to her, he instinctively took a step back. He ran into his desk behind him.

He thought that she was going to punch him in the face for talking so badly. That's what she would do any other day. But today was different. Instead of feeling a big blow to the face, he felt a small pair of arms wrap around his waist, followed by her head resting upon his chest. Aang couldn't help but blush from the surprise hug that she was giving him. He doesn't remember Toph ever hugging him like this.

"Aang, I'm going to tell you this because I'm your best friend and I love you. Don't do whatever you did last night ever again. I can see what its doing to you. You might think that this is helping you, but it's making everything worse. Whatever you're doing isn't the answer. Katara isn't the only girl in the world, you know - I can help you get through this!"

Aang didn't have an answer to that, more so that he couldn't answer to her plea. Arguing with her was not going to solve anything. He did want the help, and he finally felt like he wasn't alone. He felt something deep inside of him that he remembers very clearly what it is:

Aang returned the hug, and sobbed.

Wow, that didn't turn out as I planned. Hope I didn't make anyone cry in the process.

I'm thinking about making this story some type of drabble series. Just random modern Taang stories, you know? Or should I continue on with this one?