Summary: In which Hope plays matchmaker.

Prompt: tittle-tattle (n.) – an idle, trifling talker; a gossip (7-12-1999 dictionary [dot] com word of the day)

Word count: 357

Rating: T

Disclaimer: Mai4eternity does not own Avatar. Neither does Hope, and she's not complaining.

Author's note: Because I was browsing through Dictionary [dot] com's Word of the Day archive.

By the way, thanks to CaelumBlue for being such a consistent reviewer. Yup.


The University was quiet.

Too quiet. Usually there'd be someone (ahem HOPE) screaming her head off (ahem HOPE) or ticking people off (ahem HOPE) or loudly breaking some priceless artifact (ahem HOPE) or otherwise disrupting the peace (ahem HOPE).

But not today, thought Tom-Tom of the two names. Something was wrong. Ah, there she was, the little brat.

"What's up, kid?" he asked, leaning against the same stone wall as she was.

A sigh. "Nothing; just thinking."

"Does it hurt?"

Hope rolled her eyes. "Very funny, bro."

"So what about?"

"You know, stuff."

"Sex?"

"Oh yeah, I'm totallythinking about sex. That's not weird at all."

"Alright, kid, I was just wondering. Geez, lay off the sarcasm, will ya?"

"Pshh." Hope stared at the cloudless sky for a moment before leaping up and exclaiming, "You know what? You should get a girlfriend."

"Wha-what?" said a stunned Tom-Tom.

"Or a boyfriend."

"What? I had a girlfriend before!"

"Like who?"

"Erm, a girl you don't know?"

"I'm taking that as a no. Oh, I forgot most chicks dig tall guys." The girl smirked.

"Hey!"

"That's right, pipsqueak. Hey, I know the perfect girl for you! That really short one, what's her face, Meixiao!"

"Are you kidding me? The one in my vexillology class?"

"Yeah, that's the one! Look, there she is! Go talk to her!"

"No! Yo, quit pushing me!"

"Nope. You're fifteen and still single? Silly little virgin boy."

"You said you didn't think about sex."

"I lied. Now go pick up that chick. If you don't, then I'm going to march over there myself and set you two up on a date."

"How about you get a boyfriend then?"

"You want meto get a boyfriend?"

"Or a girlfriend; that's fine too."

"I'll have you know I've had six boyfriends before."

"Oh really?"

"Yeah."

"What were their names?"

"Lee, Li, Lin, Lu, and Yi."

Tom-Tom counted on his fingers, then re-counted. "And?"

"Marvin. But never mind that," Hope shrugged. "The point is, I've dated more people than you have. Now go talk to Meixiao before she gets to class."

She promptly shoved her so-called "friend" in front of said girl before he could protest.


A/N: vexillology (n.) - the study of flags (June 14, 1999 dictionary [dot] com word of the day)