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Chapter Two

Sokka
Finally hearing the end of the stupid tree being beaten to death, I opened my eyes, noticing no one was left in the cottage. Yawning, I decided five more minutes wouldn't hurt....

Katara
As Zuko and I waited for our tea, I tried to start up some conversation with him-- resorting even to making comments about the weather. But he seemed uncooperative and unwilling. Finally, I gave up and reached for his hands across the table, giving them a squeeze. Was it my imagination...or did he seem to...wince?

Zuko
More than anything, I just wished Katara would stop talking. I really wasn't up for conversation. And as she took my hands from across the table, I wanted nothing more than to pull them away. I winced when she gave them a squeeze, and as her piercing blue eyes looked into mine, I couldn't hold her stare. I looked down to see a cup of plain tea set in front of me, and then one in front of Katara. I took a sip of mine, wrinkling my nose at the plain taste. As I looked over at Katara, she was sipping her cup contently. The tea was just like Katara. Plain. Average. And she seemed content with it. Frustrated, I began putting everything in my tea that happened to be sitting on the table. Honey, lemon, sugar, cinnamon, you name it. Katara raised an eyebrow at me as I tasted my concoction. I found it to be messy, bold, and a little weird. But most of all, it was different. I smiled and wondered, slightly guiltily, what Sokka was doing.

Aang
Still slumped against the rough bark of the now mangled tree, I could finally see Katara and Zuko in the distance. "About time..." I fumed. And they were holding hands. Wonderful. I thought spitefully. As they began to approach, I airbended myself up into a standing position. "Hey, Katara?" can we talk?"

Katara
Oh man...Aang wanted to talk. This can't be good. "Yeah, sure, Aang. " I replied sweetly, forcing a smile. I glanced at Zuko. "Um, I'll just be inside?" Zuko said in reply, jerking his thumb towards the door like a nervous hitchhiker. What was his problem?

Zuko
I started to walk in the direction of the the cottage. Realizing Sokka was inside, I got more and more tense. By the time I had reached the door, I was a nervous wreck, and I had no idea why. What is wrong with me? I muttered under my breath. As I walked through the door, I heard loud snoring. I looked down to see Sokka lying on his back drooling. His limbs were sprawled out at random positions, and his pillow was positioned halfway on his head. I snorted out a laugh. Upon my appearance, the young warrior rolled over, letting out a tired, half asleep groan. I couldn't help it. I smiled. "Awwwww..." I said, barely audibly. My muscled relaxed from their tense state into a more lethargic one.

Aang
"What so you need to talk to me about Aang?" Katara asked me in a voice that told me she already had a clue. "Well...do you think we could go somewhere more...private?" I asked her with all the calmness I able to manage. "Well...can't we just-" Katara began. I interrupted her with a soft plea. "Katara. Please?" she finally nodded, and we headed out toward the more forested part of the great city.

Katara
Why does he need it to be so private? I wondered to myself silently. What if..oh no...what if he tries to...kiss me or something? I shrugged, hoping for the best.

Zuko
I smiled, still watching the young water tribe warrior. I never noticed how good looking he was...a slender, muscled body..defined, sharp, features. Before I realized what I was doing, I was walking over to him...