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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...
