An Indie is a person that listens to bands no one have ever heard of. They are just Independent.

And I updated the Date scene to better fit some requirements…

I loved writing this chapter :)


Blue Trimmed Red

I'm standing outside Katara's house

Rain is coming down.

I'm shivering.

Sokka has already entered the house telling me to wait outside while he gets his sister.

I hear the fight from outside and I know she's not coming out.

Not for me, not for anyone.

I see a light go on in the upstairs, and a shadow moves across the curtains.

Screw Sokka's plan, I've got my own, I've watched a lot of movies, I just have to climb up and say I'm sorry.

It'll work, I tell myself, praying that all those nights watching chick flicks with Ty Lee would pay off.

I get ready to jump onto the vines to climb but when I jump a gust of wind brings me right up to her window.

I almost lose my balance and grab onto her window.

She doesn't lock it so it swings open with me hanging on for dear life.

I see Katara's head poke out the window; I hide behind the window to take a good look at her.

Her blue eyes are trimmed by red from crying. Her hair is out of its usual braid and flowing around her shoulders shining slightly in the moon.

I want to talk to her but I can't…

But Katara takes it out of my hands.

"Aang I know you're out there."

She crosses her arms and I come out of my hiding place.

It's still raining, and Katara looks beyond angry.

"Umm well…"

This crosses the line, "Is that ALL YOU CAN SAY?" YOU CARE THE MOST SELFISH, CONCEITED, BUTT HEADED ASSHOLE I HAVE EVER MET."

The rain comes down harder as Katara gets angrier, reflecting her emotions perfectly.

I don't get another word in she slams the window in my face, the rain pelting all my exposed skin.


Katara's Point of View


I'm mumbling under my breath cursing every inch of Aang's tiny frame.

The rain outside is pelting the window harder and harder as I get angrier and angrier.

But a larger tap hits the window. I'm expecting Aang so I grab a pencil ready to poke his eye out if I have to.

Damn him to hell.

It's a drawing again.

We are on some kind of flying animal. My hair is out of my braid and flowing around me. Aang is unconscious in my lap…dead I suppose.

I'm crying in the picture and in life.


Zuko's Point of View.


I sit in my Uncles shop in a corner people watching.

Ty Lee enters with Hahn giggling.

They enter a booth looking around conspiratorially.

Last time I checked he's still with my sister.

I grab my videophone and record their make out session.

"What are you doing?" Jin standing over me arms crossed looking expectant.

"Blackmailing." I close the phone and give her the same look she is giving me, "Can I help you?"

She glares and sits across from me, "Yeah you can answer me a question."

I raise my eyebrows in response.

"Where do get off?"

"What?"

"Where do you get off? Who asks someone out and then just dumps them on their ass?"

"You think it's my fault?"

"I don't think it IS your fault."

How can she be so frustrating? "Com'on…you think I wanted to leave you alone? Do you really think that it's my fault that we are separated by these Cliques?"

She looks surprised only for a moment before calming down, "Listen…Zuko, let's just never talk again, I just wanted for you're to know how I felt."

Mood swings much?

She stands up, "See you later."

I can't even say goodbye I'm too confused.

At least one thing came out right; I did get a sweet movie.