A/N: Whoo! I wrote this up one day and I liked it enough to finish. Hopefully I'll be able to update this story more often. That includes Career Day part II, which I have to finish. In any case, enjoy!

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"I can't find it!!" Avin yelled, racing through the hallways. His shoes squeaked loudly, tracking mud across the clean white hall.

Aang and a slightly annoyed Toph followed close behind.

"Avin, can you calm down and tell us what you lost?" Aang asked, catching his breath. Avin had stopped in front of a classroom and was peering through the small window anxiously.

"It's my psych book," Avin muttered, "I know I had it last period. I think I left it in this classroom…" he tried the handle, but the door was locked.

"Look, Airhead, everyone's gone home already. It's spring break!" Toph exclaimed, exasperated. "Can't you worry about it next week?"

"I didn't ask you two to come," Avin snapped, taking a few steps back and rubbing his forehead.

"Well, fine," Toph replied, turning on her heel and walking down the hall. "Twinkle Toes, are you coming?"

Aang started to follow Toph, but stopped. He looked back at Avin's dejected form, and ran over to him.

"Avin, come on," Aang said, "Things will turn out okay."

"Will they?" Avin asked, more to himself than to Aang.

"Come on," Aang said, grasping his friend's shoulder. "We'll go to Toph's house today. We'll play some video games and eat pizza. It'll be fun."

"Wait, wha-" Toph started, and Aang quickly pulled her aside.

"Its okay, isn't it?" Aang asked, "I feel bad."

"Yeah, but he's being a total-"

"And he might have made it here in time to catch the teacher, if he hadn't been helping you clean up that mess you made in class," Aang cut in. "Come on, Toph."

Toph scowled. "I hate it when you're right Twinkle Toes…" She looked over at Avin. "Come on, Airhead. We'll all go to my place."

Avin thought for a second, then looked up and smiled.

Toph's House, later

"Ha! Top Performer!" Avin laughed, swinging the mike back and forth.

"By one percent!" Aang groaned, twirling his drumsticks in his hands.

"You're both such dorks," Toph smirked, "I'm just glad you two managed to complete the song this time."

"I can't sing songs I've never heard…" Avin muttered, while Aang laughed.

"Anyways, what do you want to play next?" Toph asked, cycling through the list of songs.

Avin looked at his cell phone. "Actually, it's getting late. I better head home."

"Alright," Aang said, "See you around."

Toph walked with Avin to the door. "So, Airhead, did you have fun?"

Avin grinned as he walked out the door. He looked back at her. "I did. Thanks Toph. I needed it."

She saw the sincerity in his eyes, and smiled back.

Hours later, after Aang had left, Toph lay in bed. She thought about the day's events. She had seen something in Avin she hadn't before. Because he had come over and spent time with her and Aang. And that happened because he had lost his book.

His psych book?

Toph put a hand to her forehead, confused. She copied all her homework from Aang or Avin.

That's how she knew that Avin didn't take psychology.

Later that night

"Yes, Professor, I know," Avin said, "My mother apologizes, but she's been very sick…yes, she's been working hard on her psychology paper. I'll make sure to deliver it to you as soon as she's done."

Avin hung up the phone, and sighed. He sat down and started up his computer.

Without the book, he had a lot of work to do.