Toph and Sokka (not necessarily Tokka). Fluff/Drama/Angst/Friendship/Romance-and general all around goodness. Inspired by, and based very loosely on the novel One Day by David Nicholls. If you haven't read it I suggest you do, cause it's adorable. A look into one day, July 15, of each year of Toph and Sokka's friendship. Admittedly, I'm sort of embarrassed about this one, but the plot bunnies just wont leave me alone. Modern AU.

Disclaimer: I do not own Avatar the Last Airbender, nor do I own One Day. If I did, then why would I be writing this?

Toph's bedroom, Ba Sing Se, Earth Kingdom.

"No way," Toph giggled, hooking her right leg around Sokka's left, pulling him closer. "No way, I don't believe you,"

"I'm serious," Sokka deadpanned, snaking his arm around Toph's neck.

"I can't believe you slept with the Fire Lord's son," Toph giggled girlishly, squirming closer in the single bed. "Hey, wait. I thought Sparky liked girls?" she questioned, arching a skeptical eyebrow.

This made Sokka laugh, face cracking into a devilish grin, which would have been lost on the woman if it weren't for her tiny hand cupping his face. "He does,"

Suddenly Toph was moving way too fast for Sokka's intoxicated mind, sitting on her knees, she stared down at him blindly with a mischievous smirk. Sokka frowned, mourning the loss of Toph's warm skin against his. At least he had something to look at. Toph in just her under-things. It was quite a sight, that he knew very few people got the pleasure of seeing. "And how was he?" she asked slyly, sliding her hands under the covers and onto his bare chest.

"Shy..." Sokka laughed, pulling her back down on top of him. "I don't think he'd ever been with a guy before,"

"Probably not... Hey, is it weird that, you know, you and your sister have both slept with the same guy?" Toph pulled absently at his fingers.

"Don't tell Katara," Sokka's eyes widened. "She'll kill me,"

"Is that fear I hear in your voice?" malice dripped from every word as she laughed.

"No, actually, Toph you can't," he insisted, propping himself up on his elbows.

"I'll think abo-" she had been saying, before he caught her mouth with his, silencing her with a crushing kiss. "Okay," was her only response as he pulled away.

Pleased with himself, Sokka pulled her in closer as they fell into a comfortable silence. It was nearly dawn, and that familiar feeling of late-night fatigue had finally begun to set into their limbs. Eight hours of talking and kissing and laughing really took it out of a person. They had been celebrating, but when Katara left with Aang, the fire whiskey had brought them back to Toph's shared apartment. Clothes had been abandoned hours ago as they made good use of the bed.

"Graduation tonight," Sokka muttered, stroking Toph's shoulder as he examined her face. In the year he had known her he couldn't remember ever being this close to the girl, and for the life of him he couldn't figure out why. She was gorgeous, really. Her skin was milky, and flawless, and surprisingly soft for an earthbender. She had the longest eyelashes he had ever seen, and her eyes: they were incredible. Sightless, of course, but never-the-less beautiful, like brushed glass and white jade. She had a perky, adorable ski-slope nose, and pale pink lips that drew him in like a magnet. He threaded a long lock of lusterless, onyx hair between his fingertips and could tell that she didn't take good enough care of it, but why would she? It's not like she could see it. It was relatively soft, and wavy, and hung just below her shoulder blades.

"Yeah," she replied incredulously. "Time to start being an adult, I guess," she said in the most defeated tone he had ever heard from her.

"Nah, man. We don't have to start being adults until we're, like, forty," Sokka assured her, glancing up at the gray-peeling ceiling.

"Forty?" Toph asked, eyes wide.

"Well, yeah, I mean-"

"What do you think you'll be when you're forty?" she asked, swallowing her fear.

"Can I say famous?"

This cracked her up, she slapped him on the chest "You're so shallow!"

"Okay, can I at least say rich? Come on,"

"You're horrible," she laughed, wrinkling her nose. "Really, you are,"

"Well, fine, what are you gunna be?"

"Dead," she said, matter-of-factly. "Maybe, probably..."

"That's a little morbid," he chuckled.

"Aww, come on man. I mean, who would want to be forty? Seriously?" She asked, turning onto her stomach as she propped herself on her elbows.

"You make a really, really good point," Sokka considered, tucking his hands behind his head. He glanced out towards the window, as the first birds of day volleyed chirps and sing-song-cries into the morning.

Toph groaned, pushing her face into the pillows. "I hate that sound,"

"I love it," Sokka replied with a smug look of defiance on his face.

"It makes me feel like I've done something I'm going to regret..."

"That's why I love it," he answered darkly. Toph was silent, and Sokka considered the possibility of her smothering herself. "Well, what about this?" He watched as her right ear perked, and she shifted slightly. "Are you going to regret this?"

"This?" she laughed, pulling her head from the pillow. "I don't even know what this is. This is nothing,"

"Really?" he smirked, sliding his hands down her thighs, and moving one of his legs in between her's. "Could be something,"

She planted her palms on his chest, pushing him into the bed as she leaned over him. "Could it?"

"Definitely," he breathed, letting his fingers linger over the seems of her panties.

Toph leaned her face close to his, and Sokka awaited the soft embrace of her lips, but it never came. Instead she turned her attention towards the door, narrowing her eyes and pursing her lips.

"What is it?" he asked, but was silenced as Toph pushed a hand to his mouth.

"The door op-"

"Toph!"

"Fuck, it's your sister," she swore, hoping that if they stayed quiet she would just leave. When her name was called again, Toph knew that it wasn't possible. She removed her hand from Sokka's mouth as she stood, crossing the room.

"Come on, don't go, maybe she'll leave,"

"If I don't go out there now, she'll come in here," she hissed, shimmying into an over-sized black t-shirt. "Do you want your sister to see you in this position?" Sokka just shook his head. "I'll be right back," Toph squared her shoulders, and he watched as she stepped into the hall, closing the door behind her.

Sokka glanced around the room. He had only ever been in here once or twice. It was plain, no, simplistic, with a dark edge. Shelves of records lined the walls in an efficiently organized manner. There was one chair, littered with clothes, and a dresser. The floor was wooden, and the walls were white. There was really nothing special about it, save for the strong aroma of Nag Champa and Amber Musk. If heaven had a smell, that would be it.

Sokka narrowed his eyes, focusing on the album—Powerslave by Iron Maiden—that had been playing for literally eight hours. He glanced to his right, picking up a book off of the side table. He flipped it open, brushing his fingertips over the raised bumps and divots. Of course they meant nothing to him. He couldn't read braille. Flipping through the pages, he came to a spot held by a piece of paper. Upon further inspection he realized that the 'paper' was actually a 100 dollar bill. Sokka's eyes widened. He knew the girl was loaded—with a name like Bei Fong, that much was obvious—but seriously? Using money as bookmarks? He envied that kind of reckless disregard for money.

Tossing the book aside, he let his attention drift towards the opposite side of the room, which was lined with musical instruments. Two guitars, one acoustic, one electric, a bass guitar, a fancy upright piano. Music major. Right. He had never heard her play, but he'd heard rumors. The brilliant, but bitchy, Toph Bei Fong. Apparently she was amazing, but she had a reputation of screaming at anyone who fucked with her instruments, broke her concentration, or got in her way.

"Do you have any idea what time it is?" Toph muttered to Katara.

"Like, 5:30, or something?" came the even voice of her roommate.

Toph gave her a look as she stumbled into the living room. She had underestimated just how much she had had to drink.

"Oh, Toph, you'll never guess who I ran into!" Katara started, slicking on a layer of light-pink lipgloss.

"Who's that?" Toph asked, sitting down on the coffee table as she picked at her nails.

"Zuko, I was with Aang but he was making all of these strange suggestions. I think he was drunk, looking for a booty call. But really what am I supposed to say, I mean, in front of my boyfriend," she was talking a million miles a second, slurring and stumbling over words.

Toph smirked. She had already heard enough about Zuko for one night. "That's fascinating Sweetness, but did you really come all the way here to tell me that?"

"Oh, no, I'm actually here for clothes and alcohol..."

"More alcohol is definitely what you need right now, Katara," Toph drawled, crossing her legs.

"But, seriously, I mean can you believe he would ask me that? He knows I'm dating Aang," she called from the kitchen as she shoved a bottle of vodka into her bag.

Toph rolled her eyes. "That's really ridiculous, Katara. I can't believe that happened to you," she mewled sarcastically. Katara was drunk, and Toph doubted Zuko would say something like that in front of Aang. She probably just heard wrong.

"I'm staying at Aang's tonight, so don't wait up,"

"Oh, believe me, I wont," Toph uncrossed her legs, pushing herself up onto her feet. "If you're done wasting my time, can I sleep now?"

But Katara didn't notice the bite in her tone, she simply smiled, waving as she stepped back out the door.

"That was pointless," Toph sighed, making her way back down the hall, wondering whether or not Katara lived to cockblock her. She always had such perfect timing.

She walked casually back into her bedroom, unintentionally slamming the door behind her.

"Okay, she's gone," She told Sokka as she sat down next to him on the bed.

After a moment of hesitation he asked "where's she going?"

"She's staying with Aang tonight. She was just here to grab clothes," she left out the bit about the alcohol.

A strange type of anger boiled in the pit of Sokka's stomach as he realized what his sister probably had planned. "Uhhg," Sokka let himself fall back, slamming the back of his head into the pillow painlessly.

"You are such a weirdo," Toph rolled her eyes, pulling on his right hand. "Just earlier we were talking about her and Zuko, now you're getting all bent out of shape over Aang..."

"Yeah, but Zuko was in the past... ARRG," Sokka put his hands over his eyes. He made a constant effort to be the protective brother, to hate any guy that his sister was dating, and to shield her from things like drugs, sex, and rock and roll. Of course he was a horrible role model, and the girl did live with Toph. And besides, how could he hate his best friend?

"So... Do you want to just sleep, then?" Toph asked in a noncommittal tone.

Sokka moved one hand, peeking at her as she pulled her t-shirt over her head. One look at the curve of her back and his mind was set.

He hooked his fingers under her thighs, flipping her onto her back, forcing a surprised squeak out of the earthbender.

"Nope,"

Notes: Iron Maiden: another favourite band of mine. Anyways. So, here's chapter three (: . It's their graduation night, and they've been drinking. They're not supposed to be dating, this is pretty much just a one time thing. As for the Zukka that's mentioned at the beginning, just a heads up. I ship ALL OF THE SHIPS. So even though Tokka is my OTP, you're gunna see a lot of characters, and a lot of ships throughout the course of this journey. And I promise that I will not make Katara drunk every time you see her. They just happened to have been celebrating these past appearances. I hope you enjoyed this chapter (: