Disclaimer: I do not own Avatar: The Last Airbender. All of the rights belong to Nickelodean and the creators of the show.
A happier Taang story! Everything about their friendship and stuff will be the same, but this takes place a while after ch 1. So yeah, here it goes :D
It was halfway through the week of Spring Break. The students from Toph's high school were living it to the fullest. Katara, her best friend's ex-girlfriend, and her brother Sokka left with their dad to stay in Florida for vacation. She heard her brag about it to her friends last Thursday in the only class that she had with her: History. Ever since the day that she broke up with her best friend, her hatred was shot up to its highest peek towards that girl. She would see red whenever her name was mentioned, whenever she would hear her high-pitched voice, or whenever her brother would come up and talk to her. They weren't friends, but he would always come up when she would least expect it at school for random things like, "Can I borrow a pencil?" or "Did you get that homework assignment done in math?" (he had to retake Algebra). Must she go on? She was glad that it was Spring Break. She didn't have to deal with them two. She didn't have to deal with her stupid ass teachers that she never got along with, or remembering to turn in her homework on time, studying for tests and quizzes, waking up on time in the morning and going to bed on time. . . Nope, she didn't have to do that this week. This week, she was taking laziness to a whole new level.
Toph was in her own personal game room that her parents installed for her when she was ten. Now that she's four years older, they removed all of the arcade games that were once aligned against her walls. All that was left was a longspread leather couch, two recliner chairs, a coffee table and a large flat-screen T.V. There was a closet on the other side of the room that contained all of her videogames, consols and controllers. Her Wii was currently connected to her T.V., but it was usually changed every few days to either her Xbox 360 or her PS3. She wasn't ashamed of her tom-boyish ways. But today was different.
It was nine o'clock at night. She was watching 1,000 Ways to Die on her flat-screen. Sitting at the edge of her couch, she was also on her laptop. She didn't know why she was on AIM. In fact, she didn't know why the hell she made an account in the first place. The only real friend that she had was Aang. Everyone else would just be nice to her because of her money. She was basically acquainted with everybody at her school. She had numerous buddies on her AIM account, but none of them were really considered her friends. They weren't worth talking to. None of them have instant messeged her once since she signed on nearly an hour ago.
That is, until her best friend signed on.
Toph felt nervous when she saw his screen name pop up on her list. Ever since his relationship status was switched to single, things have been weird between them. She got him through his first breakup that one day, but afterwords, things began to get awkward. She felt as though he didn't feel the same about her as he did. At school, they would usually talk amongst each other every chance they got (if he wasn't with Katara). And now, Toph felt obliged to walk up to his locker. He looked gloomy all of the time, and it frightened her. It reminded her of what he looked like that day.
airheadx911: hey
She jumped at the sudden sound of his IM. The window popped out of nowhere, smacking her out of her daydreams. She stared at her screen for a moment, laying her hands gently upon the keys.
tophh14: Hey.
She picked up her remote, where it was sitting on the arm of the couch, and turned the volume down. It switched to a commercial, anyway, and the commercials were always louder then the actual show (much to her annoyance).
airheadx911: whats up
What's up? What was up with her? Oh, just enjoying her Spring Break by sitting in a dark room, doing nothing but watching TV all day.
tophh14: Nm, you?
airheadx911 is typing. . .
airheadx911: nm
really bored
Him, too? She thought that she was the only one that wasn't doing anything this week. She does remember him mentioning at school that he wasn't going anywhere, but she assumed that he was going to do something with Gyatso. He always brought him around town, finding things for him to do. Maybe this just wasn't one of those times.
tophh14: me too
airheadx911: that sucks
What does he mean by that? He sounds just as depressing as he was on that day. She figured that he was going to at least cheer up a little ever since then. She hasn't been over to his house since that scenario, and he hasn't been at her mansion since long before then. She thought about calling him ever since she got home from school on the first day of Spring Break, but she never ended up doing so.
airheadx911: we should hangout
Toph felt her own heart beat accelerate. Her hands shook as she typed a response. She tried to sound cool about it like it was no big deal and she didn't care. She tried to sound aloof about it all.
tophh14: it's 9:00 at night
airheadx911 is typing. . .
airheadx911: i didn't say tonight. but thats a good idea lol
How is she supposed to respond to that? She knows that her parents would never notice him over so late. She barely sees them once during the day. The problem that she had is how Gyatso would take it. Would they have to tell Gyatso? What he snuck out? Would that be weird or awkward at all? How long would he stay over, if it's already nine o'clock?
tophh14: we haven't hungout in like, weeks haha :)
airheadx911 is typing. . .
airheadx911: i know. i tried to call you but you didnt answer your phone
That's just great, she said to herself. She probably missed so many chances to hangout with him all week. It could've been chances to finally get closer to him. She hated herself for being way too lazy. Until now, she thought that there was no such thing as being too lazy, but if it meant losing a chance to be with Aang, then there definately is such a thing.
tophh14: srrry.
airheadx911: it's ok.
im so close to just walking to your house. im sick of sitting here
Aang would say things like this all of the time. Sometimes, he would barge into her mansion unnanounced and hangout with her. She didn't mind, actually. She would do the same thing when she went to his house. The only time that she would ever knock is if the door was locked. She felt so warm and fuzzy inside. Things were finally starting to come back to normal. It was like nothing has ever happened this past month. She could finally be herself around him again.
tophh14: do it. I'm in my game room
airheadx911: ok
airheadx911 is away:
Going to Toph's :D
Even though she told him that she was going to be in the game room, she couldn't help but leave for a moment or two. She went into her bedroom that was a few doors down to get ready. She knew by all means that she didn't have to dress up for him, but she had to at least look halfway decent. She was wearing the clothes that she had on yesterday after she took a shower, which were pajamas that had Mickey Mouse's all over the pants'. So, she decided to change into some green sweats that she had and a light green tanktop to match. Toph wasn't much to match. She didn't want to admit that she sort of was trying to look good for her best friend that she happened to like ever since they met.
She stared at herself in her mirror for a moment, trying to decide if she was good enough to go back to her game room. She told herself that it wasn't, but then changed her mind again. The clock showed that it was almost 9:15, and it only takes a few minutes for Aang to walk over to her house. He might already be in her house.
She rushed out of her room, scurried down the hallway, and skid-landed back onto her couch in record time.
Or so she thought.
"There you are!"
Aang was sitting in one of the matching leather recliners to the far right of her. She just about fell off of the couch from startlement. He always sneaks up on her when you least expect it. That has never changed about him. That's where she gave him the name Twinkletoes, for being so light on his feet that she can't keep up of where he is. She swore that she didn't see anybody in the room before she rushed in. . . she heard him laugh across the room. He thought that it was funny, the way that he snuck up on her like that. She could barely see his outline from where she was sitting. The only source of light in the room was the TV, and that was shining more on her.
"Sorry I scared you. I thought you heard me come in." Aang got up from the chair to sit on the couch with her, she presumed. She wanted to keep it cool. She felt so different around him now. It was confusing to her because they have been friends for so long, she thought that she should feel comfortable around him by now.
"You're light on your feet, Twinkles," she replied, trying to hide the fact that she was caught off gaurd. She crossed her arms and folded her legs neatly on the couch as an attempt to present herself differently. Aang traveled his eyes, using the darkness to his advantage as he sat next to her. He was happier to accept the fact that he was single now, because he can do whatever he wants now, right? He doesn't have to stay away from Toph anymore because he's not with Katara anymore. That was his only reason to not go after her.
"I've heard that one more then once," he chuckled. After her comment, he propped his feet on the wooden table in front of them. It wasn't like she cared, because she does the same thing when the gaurds aren't looking. Now that it's night time, they must be off duty.
"Not in a while," she mumbled to herself.
"Where's the remote?" he asked, oblivious to Toph's remarks. He moved his hand around the couch to find it somewhere. His head twirled around, even though he couldn't see much. He still didn't ask to turn on the light.
"Oh, er, I dunno. . ." Toph began the same routine as Aang, digging around the corners of the sofa to retrieve the remote. The show that she was watching was apparently over with. There was paid programming running that was about a type of new fitness workout. She turned her eyes away for one moment to check the TV, but she still roamed her hand everywhere around the couch-
She felt something warm and smooth brush against the tips of her fingers. Thinking it was the remote automatically, she slid her hand back to it after they had passed. It was not the remote to the TV, in fact, it was far from it. It was Aang's hand.
"You're really cold," he commented. It didn't phase him that she was nervous. He took it as a friendly way.
"I think that you're just really warm," she said.
The back of his other hand pressed against her cheek. It was equally as warm as his other hand. It was simply comfortable. She never noticed how much colder the rest of herself was until she felt how warm Aang was. She felt a shiver travel up her spine, but it wasn't from being cold.
"Seriously, you are really cold. Are you sure you're okay?"
"I'm fine," she said, beginning to feel puzzled.
"Maybe it's because you're only wearing a tank top," he said with an edge to his voice. Toph's confidence sunk. "Hold on, I'm gonna go get some blankets," he told her. He got up again, much more swiftly then before, and he was gone. As the seconds passed by, she debated on what would it take to win his heart if she cannot impress him with good looks? Wasn't that how Katara got to date him for almost three years? Maybe she wasn't pretty enough to be his girlfriend. . .
"Here." Aang wrapped a large, warm and fuzzy blanket around her shoulders that he must have stolen from her bed. It was one of her favorites. She felt that same shiver when she felt his forearms rest against her. And she swore that she felt his unbelievably warm breath brush against her neck. "Is that better?"
"Yeah. . ." she said half-heartedly. The other end of the couch sunk. Her feet could decipher the side of Aang's lap. She didn't notice him walk around the couch at all. He got her twice in one night.
"Is there something wrong?"
Toph hid her face behind her rich, dark hair. She didn't want him noticing her flaws, especially because what was wrong was all about him, confusing as it was. She thought to herself that maybe she could twist her words a little so her problem could be solved and Aang wouldn't suspect a thing. "It's just. . . there's this person, that goes to my school. . ."
"You mean our school?" he asked. "Who is it?"
"Uh, you don't know him," she lied terribly. "But. . . we've been friends for a while now, and-"
"Wait a minute," he interrupted. "You have a friend that I don't know about? That goes to our school?" Aang's unintentionally intimidating questions were getting to her. She was screaming inside to tell the truth. There was nothing else that she could go off of. She was the worst liar ever, and she could never lie to Aang. The truth spilled out before either of them saw it coming.
"Okay, the truth is that I like you. I've liked you ever since we met over two years ago and it teared me up inside that you started dating Katara so long ago. And now that you two are broken up, I've been avoiding you because I was too scared to talk to you about it, and I was just trying to impress you tonight and you're not noticing me at all!"
Aang stared at her.
"What?"
"It's just. . . really weird because I've liked you since we met, too, but I thought that you didn't like me so I dated Katara for so long."
"Really?"
"Yeah. . ." Aang sat back on the couch. He didn't know if it was right to rush into something like this. He didn't want their friendship to end just because of a relationship. He didn't know if it would be worth it. . . to date your best friend. Toph grew confused that Aang wasn't acting on their confessions. She was aware that things were going fast, but she didn't care. She waited two and a half long years to finally be with Aang, and that was long enough for her.
She pressed her lips against his. Aang didn't know if he was ready for this, but he didn't have much of a choice. Toph's lips were all over his. His eyes were shut at first, but after a few moments of being under her spell, he gave in. His eyes remained softly shut. He finally followed her movements, getting the same amount of enjoyment that she was. He mine as well enjoy the moment while it lasts. It was Spring Break, for god's sake, why can't he have a small bit of freedom for his life? He could finally have freedom. Being free with Toph wasn't that bad, anyway. She, of all people, would understand the most about what he was going through. She lacks liberty in her life, perhaps more then he does. She has been locked in this mansion all of her life.
He slid his arms through the blanket that she was wrapped around in. His hands lightly reached each side of her waist and rested there patiently. Toph took the action so seriously that she felt obligated to slide her tongue across his lips. He opened without question. He wanted to say Toph, but his mouth was full. It came out as a moan. His hands seemed to have a mind of its own. They were sliding down and down her back. . . until he was interrupted by being pushed onto his back. It was a gentle move, needless to say. He didn't mind being on bottom.
Toph slid her own hands on each side of Aang's neck, that eventually lowered to his shoulders. After so long, she ended the makeout to only catch her breath. She lifted her face away from his. Her hips rubbed against him without thinking. Aang felt the urge to trail kisses down her neck. In his attempt, he could not move his lips away from her skin the moment that his lips touched her neck. He was so heated from making out, that his affections affected his ways. It was surely going to leave a mark in the morning. Toph moaned, not having the thought occuring to her. Nothing of common sense was occuring to her. They lost track.
As the two rolled over, they finally realized that the couch was not wide enough for that.
"OW!"
"Are you okay?"
"Yeah. . . I think I just found the remote!"
There's some fluff for ya. I think this is my deepest fluff story so far. I didnt really intend it to be, but I think it worked out pretty well anyway. Tell me what you think!