Who said life had to be unfair? Yes ladies and germs, life CAN be fair, very fair. Well…maybe not, but why not live in a fantasy? Just for a minute at the very least.
Sorry folks, it's a Taang. My other thingy, drabbles and all, I'm trying! Katoph is harder to write than I had thought…
Disclaimer: I own, nothing!
(A)
Puberty is a hard thing to go through; hair where you don't want hair, body odor, cracking voices, and most of all—hormones. Treacherous hormones that cause you to think thoughts you have never thought before and…some more unmentionable things.
Aang, age twelve, and at the transition between a child and a hormonal teen…
"Hey Aang," Katara looked at Aang, "Time for dinner." She smiled.
Scratch that. Aang, age twelve, is a hormonal preteen ready for life's very strange humor.
"Coming." Aang picked up his staff and ran to they campsite.
One humorous fact would be that our little protagonist has never been kissed, on the lips (cheeks never count), once in his life. Ouch. Well, he's twelve, right?
Aang eyed Katara with a smiled.
Toph eyed Aang, and an eyebrow rose. She felt Aang's heartbeat quicken with every second that passed and she could literally hear him blush. Its official, he's in love with, of course, Katara. She sighed and continued to eat.
It was silent with only Sokka's usual sound of crude eating and chewing and the clinking of wooden chopsticks against stone bowls.
Toph put down her bowl and placed her chopsticks neatly on top of them.
Sokka sighed, wiped his mouth, and dropped his utensils and the bowl.
Katara continued to eat.
Aang continued to stare.
"Ugh, I can't take this." Toph gagged. She stood up, made her way over to Aang, "You, my friend, need to get a life. As such, I will now shatter the wall between idiocy and full maturity." She grabbed Aang's face, kneeling down to his level. She put on the cutest face she could muster (Working wonders, might I add) and kissed him.
Katara stared, bug eyed, and started to giggle, "Cute."
Sokka nearly choked on a piece of meat he was swallowing.
Momo cocked his head to one side and squeaked.
Appa snorted.
Toph pulled back and stood up, stretching, "Aah, that felt good." She cracked her neck and began to walk into the woods, "I'm going to take a nice walk." With a wide smile and a nice whistling tune, she walked into the woods.
Aang, shocked, and a little turned on, stared at the fire in front of him with a set of chopsticks snapped into two sets of chopsticks. He dropped his chopsticks and followed Toph hoping for another session with his "therapist".
Katara began to laugh very loudly, tears streaming down her cheeks, "Ah, that was so…" she laughed even harder, holding her stomach.
Sokka watched his hysterical sister, and then looked at the path where Toph left. He shook his head slowly, "I don't get women."
Momo landed on Sokka's shoulder and trilled.
It's called hormones Sokka, Momo thought.
(A)
HA! Bet you expected some long meaningful kinda story, but NO! I GOT ya! (Laughs like a maniac) I got ya all (Gets stoned)!!
Would Katara act like that? No, but I know she won't be jealous (Who knows who that girl loves? She is infatuated with every angsty, handsome guy she sees (Admit it, Jet lost his parents, Haru (spelling?) and his father and the whole no earthbending thing. COME ON!)) like crazy. So, I made her a laughing maniac (I would do that…what…). I also would think it was cute, since it was light hearted and…hey, two twelve year olds exchanging a small kiss is cute (well, maybe not twelve, more like five…). Ok, you know what? I'm not going any farther with this.
Huh, that was really long.
Hope ya enjoyed this!
