Author's Note:
Here's Chapter Two! I was suffering from a case of writer's block so I asked my Mom for ideas, and I took her idea and put it in my words and here it is!! Hope everyone likes it. Please review!
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Aang walked slowly up the steps of the house they where staying at. Just as he entered the door, thunder rolled and it poured down rain.
"Made it just in time," he thought absentmindedly. He walked past the girls room and heard Toph fussing at Katara for waking her. He went in to his bedroom and closed the door behind him a little too loudly. Sokka jolted awake.
"Ehh! What's going on? Is it morning already?" Sokka looked out the window. "It's still night time..." Aang flopped onto his bed and sighed.
"Aang? What are you doing up?"
"I was just getting some fresh air."
"But it's raining..."
"So?"
"Never mind, I'm going back to sleep, try to be quieter, ok?"
"Mmm-hmm," Aang hummed in reply, forgetting Sokka was the one who had kept him up. Although by now he should have been exhausted, his mind was buzzing. He kept on thinking about what Katara had said about her mother.
"I wish I could do something for her to remind her of her Mom..." Suddenly a wonderful idea dawned on him. He glanced over at Sokka who was snoring loudly yet again. Then be bounced out of bed and ran down the hall as quietly as possible. Walking into the kitchen as a broad smile spread across his face, he looked at the bland kitchen and imagined flower petals and breakfast food everywhere. A wave of memories washed over him as he remembered a stew which Katara had said she liked. He joyfully walked out the front door. With lightning flashing, Aang wondered if it would be better not to go through with his idea.
"No, Katara's worth it," he told himself as he headed off into the forest. He found a large leaf to carry things in and started his search. Gathering all of Katara's favorite fruits, mangos in particular, he found a field with some beautiful flowers and picked dozens of them. Then he went to a stream and used waterbending to catch and, much to his dislike, kill some fish for the stew. It was nearly an hour later when he returned, dripping wet but as excited and giddy as a guy could get. He airbended himself dry and got to work. Grabbing a big bowl out of the cabinet, he filled it artfully with most of the fruit he had gathered, leaving the rest for something special he had in mind. Then he got out a large pot and started making the stew, even though he had no idea how it would turn out. He had never cooked meat of any kind and of course he wasn't going to taste-test it. But he knew all the seasonings to use and how much of each. After he had gotten it cooking, he sat and took the petals off of the flowers one by one, leaving the biggest, brightest ones to put in a vase.
"What on earth are you doing, twinkle toes?" Aang jumped and saw Toph standing in the doorway watching him.
"I... Uh...well..I'm just making breakfast for Katara..." he said truthfully.
"Hmm, somehow that's not surprising," she said smiling.
"Please don't tell her I'm doing this!" Aang pleaded. " I want her to be surprised."
"My lips are sealed," she stated.
"Would you do me a favor and tell me if this tastes ok?" Aang said, walking over to the pot of stew he was making. Toph walked over and scooped out a bit and ate it. Aang watched her nervously, hoping for a good reaction.
"Oh my word!" Toph said, through her mouthfull. "This is amazing!"
"Really!" Aang said smiling.
"Yeah! Who knew you could cook!" Aang blushed. "I think it's done cooking though."
"Oh, Good!" Aang took the pot off the stove and put a lid on it.
"Toph, could you help me with one more thing?"
"I guess, as long as I don't have to go outside."
"Here," Aang said, handing her the bowl of flower petals. "Would you make a trail of these from Katara's bed all the way back to here?" Toph smirked.
"You really like her, don't you?" Aang blushed.
"Yeah, I really do. Just please don't tell her that! I want her to hear it from me."
"And just when do you plan on telling her?"
"I...I'm not sure."
"Well, I'll let you work that out on your own; I guess I have some flower petals to do... Something with..." Aang laughed.
"Thanks, Toph!"
"Don't get used to it!" she said, as she walked to the girls bedroom. Aang turned his attention to the leftover fruit. He chopped it up, mashed it and added all sorts of odd seasonings, leaving it to stand while he made a light, fluffy cake-like bread which he placed in the oven with a silly childish grin on his face. Toph came back walking backwards, still dropping petals on the floor as she went.
"There, that's the last of them," she said, sounding a tiny bit excited as well.
"Here, taste this," Aang said, holding a spoon of colorful pulverized fruit. She ate it and smiled wide.
"What is that stuff?" Aang's grin grew even more.
"An Air Nomad specialty," he said, his voice filled with excitement. He took the cake-ish bread out of the oven and poured the fluffy fruit in the dent in the middle, using airbending to swirl it up into a pretty fluffy masterpiece. He then took the leftover flowers and placed them in a vase, arranging everything on the table until it looked perfect. He stepped back and looked at his hard work. It had taken three hours in all, but to Aang, it felt like seconds.
"I gotta hand it to you, Aang; Katara's really going to love this."
"You think so?"
"Yeah! I know I would even if it is kinda girly." Aang picked up a big spoon and stirred the stew one last time.
"If you want to go back to bed you can, but thanks for your help!" Aang said over his shoulder.
"Yeah," she replied; it was clear she hadn't heard him.
"Toph, you ok?" Aang said, replacing the lid on the stew.
"Um, yeah, I'm fine. But could I ask you something?"
"Sure, what's up?"
"What do you think I should do about Sokka?" Aang laughed.
"What do you mean?"
"Well, I sorta have, like, well..."
"Huh?" Aang said questioningly.
"I have a crush on Sokka!" she said quickly.
"Really?!" Aang said smiling.
"Yeah, BUT DON'T YOU SAY A WORD TO ANYONE!" Toph said, punching him in the arm.
"My lips are sealed," Aang said happily. "But that wasn't really a question, it was more of a statement." Aang said.
"What should I do about it?!"
"I'm not sure I'm the best person to ask..."
"True, afterall you still haven't told Katara yet."
"I know," Aang sighed. "I'm hoping this will make it easier," Aang said pointing at the table. Toph yawned.
"Well, now that we've got that settled, I'm going back to bed. See ya." Toph tiptoed back to her bedroom carefully avoiding the flower petals. Aang looked at the table again. Excitement plagued his stomach. Eventually he went down the hall and quietly went back to bed. Sokka still snoring loudly, Aang tried to go back to sleep but was too giddy to even close his eyes. He sat there imagining her reaction and realized that he was going to be extremely embarrassed when she finds out he did all that for her.
"What am I going to say when she asks me if I did it?" he sighed sadly. "Maybe it would be better if I wasn't here when she got up..." He quietly got up and left through the back door. It was no longer raining and the sun was just starting to appear. He remembered a stream he had almost fallen into earlier and headed in that direction. He knew it would be a nice place to watch the sunrise. He smiled as he thought of Katara eating the fruit pie he had made.
"I really hope she likes it," he said aloud. Sitting up against a rock, he watched the sun rise and soon he fell asleep. He had been up all night, after all...
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Yay! End of chapter two, Please review and tell me what you thought.
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