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Katara had been hanging out with Aang for about 3 weeks, now. They weren't officially dating, but Katara knew that she liked him more than a friend. They hand been on a handful of dates and she even stayed over at his place one night. Tonight, it was Saturday and her and Aang had been talking on the phone while she painted her toenails.

"Come over tonight," his voice was low.

Katara felt thrilled. "You mean, sleep over?"

"Mhm," he replied.

"Okay," she tried her best to sound calm and cool. "I'll be over in a bit."

"'Kay."

They said their goodbyes and hung up the phone. Katara got ready quickly, and drove to his place. She brought a bag with pajama's and another change of clothes with her. Usually, Aang and Katara watched movers and hung around for awhile. The farthest they've gone would just be making out.

Katara knocked on his door, and Aang let her in quickly. He looked like he'd just finished yoga, because he was wearing sweats and had no shirt on.

"Nice," Katara commented, walking in. He took her bag and put it by the door. She stripped her shoes and went to his living room, where she sat. Aang seemed to have something on his mind, because he followed her, sitting close to Katara's body on the roomy sofa.

"Aang?" Katara looked at him, smiling slightly. He stared at her, before breaking into a smile as well.

"I got accepted to a school, for the entire year!" He cheered, picking up his arms and doing a little jig. Katara laughed, wrapping her arms around him. Before he could return her hug, she pulled herself off of him, feeling her face burn.

"Congratulations!" She said with plenty of enthusiasm. He chuckled cutely, and she was even happier.

"When I graduate and the summer ends I'll be a full time History teacher at Avatar High. Pretty exciting."

She nodded, clapping a bit. Aang was still sitting agonizingly close to her, and all she wanted to do was kiss him. His smiling face made her nervous, even after knowing him for almost over a month.

Katara realized she was staring at him, and quickly looked away. He seemed to notice her hesitation, and tilted his head back into her field of view. He prodded her with a finger on the cheek, and she laughed tightly. He frowned, and slid his hands around her waist, moving even closer to her.

"Aang..." She choked out, not able to meet his eyes.

"Katara," he mimicked in the same voice, moving his face closer to hers. She moved her face away, and his lips found her cheekbone, moving down to her jaw, to her neck, to her chest. Her hand was placed gently on his head, the other on his shoulder. Katara wasn't sure if she was moving him or if he was doing it himself.

"A-Aang..." she gasped, pulling him back up to face her. He looked different. His face was serious, like he wanted something.

"Let me touch you," he mumbled, his hands moving down to her thighs. She bit her lip, her hands sliding around his chest. His lips found hers and they began to kiss deeply. He pushed her down on the sofa, and was laying over her. Katara pulled his face back to hers, continuing to kiss him. His hands roamed her body freely, and she welcomed it.

"Can we go up to your room?" Katara whispered, sitting up. Aang nodded, and got off of her. They began to move up the stairs to the room, Aang grabbing after Katara the whole time. Once they got past the door frame of his room, Aang began to pull off Katara's shirt, and he pushed her down on the bed. She shimmied up to the pillows, pulling him on top of her again. His lips were on her neck, moving down to her breasts. Lightly, he suckled on them as he undid her bra and pulled it off. He threw it off the side of the bed, moving farther down her body. She kept writhing under him excitedly, her hand planted firmly on the top of his head this time.

Aang undid her pants, pulling them down and off of her, only her underwear was restricting him. She could feel herself growing hotter between her legs. His lips pressed lightly against the inside of her thighs.

"S-stop..." She gasped, pushing down her own panties a tad. He looked up at her, smiling wickedly. He was sexy. Aang took her panties in his mouth, pulling them down. She watched him the whole time, anticipation taking over. At last they were off, and he kissed closer and closer to the spot she wanted. He got there, and his tongue lightly grazed her clit. Katara's hands gripped the blankets, her legs moving farther apart. She was whimpering quietly, her voice getting caught in her throat.

The doorbell rang throughout the house.

Katara groaned, sitting up. Aang got up, glaring at the door as if it would make the person leave. He held up a finger and went to his dresser, grabbing a t-shirt. Quickly, he ran down the stairs to go answer the door. Katara put her clothes back on, following after him. She stopped short at the end of the stairs after hearing who he was speaking too.

"On Ji, what are you doing here?"

"I wanted to see you, Aang! Are you busy, lets go to dinner."

"I am busy-" he said, but was cut off. Katara looked from the hall to see that On Ji had her hands up his shirt, whispering something in his ear. Or was she kissing his cheek?

"On Ji, no."

"What? Why not? You seemed to be okay with it last week." She whined, moving her hands down to his bottom. Last week? What did she mean? Katara moved out from the hall and On Ji spotted her. On Ji stepped back, placing her hands quickly into her pocket.

"Oh, you're with whats-her-face." She stuck her nose in the air, squeezing Aang's shoulder. She left quickly, and Aang stood frozen for a moment. Katara scoffed on purpose, and he turned to her.

"Ah, sorry-"

"Last week?" Katara interrupted him, sitting on his sofa. Aang shrugged, closing the door. "I don't know what she's talking about. I haven't seen her since the dinner a few weeks ago."

"Yeah, okay." Katara hugged herself tightly, avoiding eye contact. They were about to have sex, when he'd just finished doing On Ji last week! Aang went and sat beside her, but she shuffled away from him.

"Okay, please do not do this." He snapped, making her look at him. Katara blinked hard.

"I'm not doing anything, apparently that's all you!" She retaliated, standing up.

"We're not even dating! So I don't understand why you're angry, even if I did have sex with her. Which, I didn't!"

Katara didn't answer for a minute, just staring at him in disbelief. "Okay. But what was just happening upstairs like 2 minutes ago? Were we not just about to have sex? I thought you said you liked me." She whispered the last part, before turning on her heels and walking towards the door.

"Katara-" Aang stood up, following her with long strides. She slid her shoes on and grabbed her bag. "I do like you!" He almost shouted. She was opening the front door, when he slammed it shut and leaned his body against it.

"Move." Katara demanded, but he didn't. She stared down at his feet, waiting for him to move aside.

"Listen to me, please." He tried to touch her shoulder, but she moved away. "I don't want to hear it! Can I just leave?"

"Katara-" he said again. His voice sounded pained, and she looked up at him quickly. "Why don't you believe me?"

"Just move. Let me clear my head." She muttered darkly, and he did move this time. For some reason, she wished he'd put up more of a fight to keep her there, but at the same time she was relieved that he moved out of the way. She opened the door and left quickly, jogging down the steps. It had began to rain, and it was just past getting dark out. Katara made it to her Satomobile, and left quickly. She left Aang standing on his porch watching her as she drove off.

She drove to Sokka's place. Without knocking, she walked through the door and closed it. "It's me," she shouted. The first person who appeared was Suki, and she welcomed Katara warmly with a smile.

"What are you doing here, Kat?" she wondered, guiding her into the kitchen. Katara told her everything. From the first date to just 20 minutes ago. Suki listened the whole time, and even Sokka who's only walked downstairs from napping to grab a snack listened to it.

"Okay," Sokka said, munching on a cold burrito. "Why the hell are you trying to date my friend?"

"Sokka!" Suki hit him in the arm angrily, crossing her arms and turning back to Katara. "Wow," she answered.

Katara sighed, laying her head down on the table. "What do I do?" she mumbled in a muffled voice, barely looking up to see Suki's expression.

"Stop trying to date my friend?" Sokka suggested, which ended in him getting smacked in the arm again.

"I think you should believe Aang. I mean, she saw your Satomobile in the front obviously. What if she also noticed your shoes and knew he was with a girl? Plus, she basically met you at the restaurant. I bet she's just trying to get under your skin."

"Katara, I'm serious..." Sokka began again, but stopped once Suki glowered at him. "Don't you have something to watch on television? Go watch a mover!"

Sokka stuck his hands in the air, his mouth full of burrito. He walked away, defeated. Suki turned back to Katara, staring at her intently. "I've known Aang since he was 12 years old, Katara. He's a really good kid. He wouldn't do anything to hurt another person on purpose. He's very...balanced."

"Then what do you know about the girl, On Ji?"

Suki rolled her eyes. "That bitch? She's had guys all over her since she got into school. On Ji should be lucky Aang even dated her for 6 years. She used him because his parents were important. Once he finally decided to break up with her and pursue his dream she was onto the next guy in an hour, guaranteed."

"Really, 6 years?" Katara's voice was quiet.

Suki nodded. "Aang loved her, but she cheated on him so many times. He never believed anyone but her. It's like he was under a spell. But I don't think he's under that spell anymore. Go, talk to him."

"It's almost 9." Katara tried her best to get out of it. She felt terrible. She should have just listened to him from the beginning. It's like her previous relationships, where she didn't have any trust. They weren't even dating. Suki was giving her the look, and Katara nodding. "I'll call him."

"Good! I'm glad I can help you, Katara."

Katara stood up, and stalked off to the back door. She went to the back patio, and hid under the cover from the rain. She really enjoyed being out in the rain, and it was better because no one would listen to her if she was out there.

She dialed Aang's number, and waited for him to answer.

"Hello?" It wasn't Aang's voice. It was feminine.

"Sorry, wrong nu-"

"No, this is Aang's phone." She said. Katara froze, closing her eyes.

"Can I talk to him?"

It was On Ji, obviously. "No, sorry. He's taking a shower. He was so sweaty from being too physical with me." She chuckled. Katara felt sick. What's with her? She didn't have to confess everything, even if she was having sex with Aang. Katara hung up the phone quickly, her eyes succumbing to tears.

She returned into the house, finding Suki and Sokka together on the sofa, his arm around her and her head in his lap as they watched a mover. Katara stiffly walked past them, towards the door. She made sure not to look at them.

"Hey, how did it go?" Suki prodded, sitting up. Katara waved her off, trying her best to sound normal as she shouted "just fine!"

"Katara, wait. Where are you going?" Sokka wondered, getting up. Suki followed Katara as well, and she turned to them, tears falling down her cheeks.

"On Ji picked up!" Katara cried, flailing a hand in the air. Suki hugged Katara, patting her hair gently. Katara hid her face on Suki's shoulder, feeling like a child. She told her what On Ji told her, and Suki froze.

"Alright, let's go to Aang's house. Just you and I, Katara."

"Come on, I want to see the action!" Sokka whined, crossing his arms. Suki once again glared at him, and he sighed loudly. Sokka then turned to Katara. "I know what Aang's like, okay? He's not a womanizer. Or at least, I didn't think he was. I'm sure he's got a perfectly acceptable reason to why On Ji picked up his phone."

Katara wiped under her eyes, nodding her head. Sokka patted her shoulder, and went back to the couch. "I'm gonna finish the mover without you, Su."

"'Kay. Let's go, Katara."

So they did. Suki drove, while Katara played different scenarios in her mind, feeling dizzier as she thought of even worse things that could happen when she gets there. Aang was driving her crazy, but it was only the Aang in her mind that was doing it. Her chest hurt, and she wondered if that was really how love played out. Pain and anger rolled into two people, and two people alone. Is this how it was going to end with Aang? What if he was sitll in love with On Ji? She could never compete with someone he was with for 6 years, let alone a model. She knew so much more about him than she might ever know. Once they arrived at Aang's house, Suki asked Katara if she wanted her to tag along inside.

"Yeah, you're here to be my support and if he doesn't understand well..."

"We're all friends here, well... You know what I mean!"

They jogged up to the porch, and Katara wrapped her knuckles against his door twice. Aang answered the door.

"Why did On Ji pick up your phone?" Katara snapped immediately, and Suki slapped her own forehead.

"On Ji has my phone? I can't find it. I was going to call you, but my phone is nowhere. I'm sorry. What did she say?"

Katara shoved past him, and into the house. "Where is she? She said you were taking a shower."

"Katara... I wasn't taking a shower. She didn't come back after you left, I promise. Can we just talk about this?"

She faltered for a moment, sinking onto the sofa. Aang looked over at Suki, and she stared at him apologetically. "Alright, alright. I get it. Call me if you want me to pick you up, okay Katara?"

Nodding, Katara watched as Suki left. Aang sat down on the coffee table in front of her, staring at her with a broken expression. "Where do you want me to start?" He asked, dropping his arms in his lap. Katara crossed her arms. "Just tell me everything."

"Okay," he promised.

"On Ji and I met after I transferred to the Fire Nation Academy in middle school. For a year we were just friends, until she asked me out in seventh grade. We were really happy and got along well for 3 of those years. After the 4th, people began to tell me she'd been cheating on me, but I definitely wouldn't believe it. I grew pretty depressed because I thought that I was in love with her." He paused, staring at Katara's face the whole time. She had no reaction, so he continued. "I didn't understand why people would try to break us up, knowing that I was so happy with her. After 5 years, my parents were murdered when I was out late at a party. I was left all alone, and moved in with my only friend Shoji and his family. I began to act up, badly, and was even suspended from my school for a month. Shoji's family was nothing but kind to me and I had no way to repay them. I was barely 17, and I was dumb and reckless. I got a job, working at a market place, and when I got home from work one day I caught Shoji and On Ji together. I thought that it was Shoji that had instigated On Ji to get in bed with him, or maybe he forced her. She was crying, and I thought that she was the only one that could make me happy. I beat Shoji until he couldn't move, and that was when his father found me. They didn't charge me, and even now I'm still so grateful to them. Once I graduated high school, there were still rumors that On Ji was cheating on me. I told her my plan to move to Republic City, and gave her the chance to go with me. She tried to talk me out of it, so I finally broke up with her. I'd had enough pain, and I wanted to move on from my life there. I needed a fresh start. I left her, and I guess she never forgave me."

His hands were shaking. She could tell that the entire story was traumatizing for him to replay. Katara placed her hands on his, and he squeezed them thankfully. "After that, I was never violent ever again. It's like I'm a new me. I barely trusted anyone after her, Katara. I want you, more than I've wanted anyone. On Ji trying to ruin that is just... Fucked up. I promise, so please believe me. I haven't touched her since I left the Fire Nation."

"I believe you, I believe you. You don't need to talk about it anymore. I'm sorry that I didn't listen, I get hot tempered and I just had to leave. I didn't want to explode on you anymore than I had."

His arms were around her, and his head on her shoulder. He kept whispering thank you over and over. She laid her cheek against his head, rubbing his back.

"I don't want to mess this up," she admitted in a small voice. He shook with a small chuckle. "Me either. I don't want you to leave again. I want you to be my girlfriend."

"Yeah, okay." She nodded, hugging him tighter. He kissed her neck softly, readjusting his head into the crook of her neck.

"Can you keep doing that?" She mumbled, tipping her head so he could have a better opening to kiss her neck. He laughed quietly, kissing the same spot again, slowly. She wanted to melt in his arms.

"Hold on." He got up, going to his front door. Aang clicked the lock on it, and began to move towards his stairs.

"This time, we won't be interrupted."