(A/N) I'm sick as hell. So this is up earlier. Good for you, bad for me. So in this story, I'm going to make a character sick! Yay. Have a nice day and try not to catch a cold. *cough, cough*
Disclaimer: The only thing I own is the cold that Katara is going to have in this story.
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Katara was sick. She had a head cold and it was only 3 days until the girls' choice dance. She wasn't at school, which made things worse, because she couldn't see Aang to discuss plans for who was picking who up.
Katara was sitting on her bed, a packet of honey throat lozenges and some jasmine tea sitting on her bedside table. She had the most terrible cold in the world. At least, that was what she thought. She was all stuffed up, her throat hurt, and her head was throbbing.
The school day was almost over. She would have to call Aang and make plans then.
Katara sniffled a little. As quick as she could, she grabbed a tissue and sneezed into it.
God, she thought, can this cold get anymore worse?
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Aang was walking down the hall to his locker where, as usual, Toph was waiting.
"What up, Twinkle Toes," Toph greeted.
"Hey, Toph," Aang said, "have you seen Katara?"
"I heard from Snoozles that she was out sick with a cold," Toph answered him as he shut his locker. "Why?"
"I was just worried," Aang replied with a blush.
"Whatever you say," Toph shrugged as she walked to the next class with him.
When Aang got into class, Meng was there, waiting for him.
"Hello, Aang," she greeted.
Aang winced, but stood his ground. Ever since the first time they had met, Meng had been all over him. Especially since the girls' choice dance was coming up soon.
Aang waved at her, not even looking in Meng's direction.
"So," Meng started as she slid into the seat next to him, "so you have a date to the dance."
Aang thought this over for a second, and then smirked. Time to mess with her, he thought.
"Why, yes," said Aang, surprising the girl since he hadn't even spoken a word to her before.
"W-what?" Meng almost screamed. "Who are you going with?"
"This girl named Katara," Aang replied. "She's in the 8th grade."
Meng's mouth hung open in shock.
"And she asked you?" questioned Meng.
"Yep," Aang stated simply. "Hey, Toph!"
Toph turned in her seat. "What is it, Air Head, I'm kinda busy."
Toph was currently trying in vain to do her homework before class started.
"Aren't I going to the dance with Katara?" Aang asked her with a smirk.
"So I've heard from Sweetness," Toph answered. "She won't stop talking about it! And you!"
Aang blushed and turned back to Meng. "See?"
Meng just scowled, got up, and walked to the farthest desk away from Aang.
Aang smiled, pleased with himself that he could drive the annoying girl away.
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Yue walked to class, one goal ahead of her.
She knew very well that Sokka was in a relationship. But she was going to try to get him the only way she could think of.
She flipped her white hair and smiled a sweet smile. She had had a crush on Sokka ever since they met some ears before he and Suki had started going out. But Sokka was, as usual, too oblivious to see Yue's real feelings toward him.
"Sokka," Yue spoke in a soft tone.
Sokka stopped talking to Haru and turned toward the white haired girl.
"Hey, Yue," he greeted. "What's up?"
"Oh," Yue gasped, "I just wanted to see if you wanted to go to the girls' choice dance with me."
Sokka furrowed his brow. "I would love to Yue."
She smiled.
"But unfortunately I can't," Sokka finished.
"Why not?" she questioned.
"It's because I'm going to the dance with Suki," Sokka explained.
"Oh," Yue hung her head. "Sorry if I bothered you."
"That's ok," Sokka smiled. "Have a nice day."
He turned back and started talking to Haru again while Yue sulked off.
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Aang walked to Katara's house with Sokka next to him. They had dropped Toph at her house because her parents wanted to have a talk with her about something.
The walk to Katara and Sokka's house was very quiet.
Sokka cleared his throat, startling Aang.
"So," Sokka said, trying to start a conversation, "I heard you and Katara are going to the dance together."
Aang nodded silently, looking ahead. He knew that he should converse with Sokka, but it was just so hard.
"Are you even gonna say anything?" Sokka questioned.
Aang turned toward the older boy. "Sorry. Yes, I am going with your sister to the dance⦠as friends." He added the last part so Sokka wouldn't freak out.
"Alright," Sokka shrugged as they made their way up the steps of Sokka's house. "Here we are."
He took out the key and unlocked the door, letting Aang go in.
Aang made his way up to Katara's room, where he could hear her coughing. When he got to her door, he knocked.
"Katara," Aang said softly, "Katara, can I come in?"
Katara opened the door a crack.
"Oh, hi Aang," her voice sounded as though it had been scratched by cats and clogged up with fur. "Come on in."
Aang walked into her bedroom.
"How are you doing?" he asked.
"Better than this morning," Katara replied as she sneezed into a tissue. "How are you doing?"
"Better than ever," Aang chirped. "I came here to discuss the plans for the dance."
"I was just about to call you for that," Katara rasped as she sat on the bed next to him. "I thought maybe Zuko could pick us up along with the rest of the group since he has his permit."
"Sounds cool," Aang said. "Are you sure you're doing ok?"
"I said I was fine Aang," Katara let out a raspy laugh, "stop worrying."
"I'm sorry," Aang apologized.
When he looked up, he noticed how tantalizingly close their lips were.
It's now or never, Aang thought as he took the chance and kissed her on the lips.
Katara jumped at the sudden contact, but soon after, she wrapped her arms around his neck and he wrapped his around her waist.
Katara let out a soft sigh and pulled away.
"What was that for?" she didn't sound mad, but happy, she was smiling from ear to ear.
"Sorry," Aang said, pulling back and scooting to the end of the bed. "I'm so sorry."
Katara gave out a strangled laugh. "I didn't say I didn't like it."
She got off of the bed and walked over to Aang, giving him another kiss on the lips.
Aang sighed as she pulled back. "What does this mean for us now?"
"It means," Katara said as she hugged him, "we can either stay friends, or become something more."
Aang blushed. "Whichever you decide is ok with me."
"I think I want to become something a little bit more than friends," Katara said as she kissed him again.
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(A/N) For the people who have been waiting for Kataang, here you go! I've been waiting to. I wanted them to get together at the dance, but nah. You guys have waited long enough!
For those of you that only read this story, I'm making this my Christmas treat to you! For those of you that like my writing, I'm making another story for Christmas. BE sure to check that out!
Ho ho ho, review!
