A/N: Well…I'm not 100 sure how I'm going to write this chapter… so it'll just be ranting for the most part until I actually come up with something haha

A/N: Well…I'm not 100 sure how I'm going to write this chapter… so it'll just be ranting for the most part until I actually come up with something haha. So please enjoy chapter eleven!

/ Chapter Eleven /

Zuko laid on the floor in front of his couch, just thinking. Last night Aang had kissed him. Again. But on cheek this time… things didn't make any sense anymore to Zuko. This is what Zuko had gathered so far: 1. Aang hugged him, then didn't say anything about it. 2. Aang wanted to sleep in the same bed with him, then had that weird dream and didn't say anything again. 3. Aang kissed him… not saying anything about it. 4. Aang kissed him again.

Zuko furrowed his eyebrows. This sucked. The world sucked. Teen angst sucked. His line of thinking sucked. His list of reasons sucked.

So basically, Zuko sucked.

Zuko grabbed his hair, groaning to himself. Good thing it was the weekend…

Suddenly, Zuko heard the phone on the coffee table ring. He lazily reached up from his spot and answered it.

"Hello?"

"See, Sokka? He answers his phone!"

"Toph?" Zuko dumbly said. He propped himself up on his elbows. Why would Toph call his house? Wait, there's an even better question…

"Toph, how did you get my phone number?" Zuko worriedly asked. How did Toph get his phone number?

"What? Oh, I looked it up in the phone book. Anyways, we're all dying of boredom here; come hang out with us," Toph answered. Zuko could hear the grin in her voice. He wasn't so sure that he liked that…

"Ugh… fine. Where are you guys?" Zuko groaned. What he really wanted to do was lay back down on the floor and die from his brain imploding. Thinking can really hurt someone.

"Sokka's house; grab Aang and come over. Now," Toph replied. Okay, now it sounded like she was grinning like a maniac. She probably is one.

"Okay… wait how do I-?"

"See you, Zuko!" Toph squealed into the phone, hanging up before Zuko could ask directions. Oh well, Aang should know the way.

But that meant talking to Aang. Which at the current moment, Zuko would throw up from nerves. And all over Aang. That would make everything a whole hell of a lot worse.

Zuko rolled his eyes, pushing himself up off the floor and slowly getting ready to leave.

This was going to suck, no matter how Zuko looked at it.

/ Scene Change /

Zuko knocked on Aang's front door. There was some crashing inside, then the door flew open, a very tired looking Aang standing inside it.

"Oh… hey Zuko," Aang drowsily said. Zuko raised an eyebrow at him.

"Um… are you ok, Aang?" Zuko slowly said. Aang rubbed his eye.

"What? Yeah, I'm fine; just a little tired," Aang replied, giving Zuko a small smile.

"So… um… Toph called, saying some shit about being bored. She told me to grab you and head over to Sokka's," Zuko said, shifting uncomfortably. Aang just nodded his head.

"Okay, give me a second and we can go," Aang happily said, wondering back inside.

/ Scene Change /

After Aang got changed (leaving Zuko outside), they left for their long journey to Sokka/Katara's house. It actually wasn't that long; eight or nine blocks away from Aang's. The entire time there, neither of them talked (well, Aang did a little when directing Zuko where to go). After about an hour or so, they reached the house.

"Yo! Come on in!" Toph exclaimed in Zuko's face when she answered the door. She led them through an oriental-style living room and hallway to a flight of stairs on the other end of the house. They quickly made their way up, walking in the room on the right at the end of the hall.

"Hey guys," Katara happily greeted them as they walked into Sokka's room. He had a small bad crammed in the far corner of his room, posters of just about everything from porn to puppies covering every inch of his walls. A desk sat under his window, clothes, food, and random paper sprawled across the top. His dresser wasn't much better. Clothes covered his floor, a small path leading to his bed, closet, and desk.

"Oh my god, Sokka! How do you live in here?!" Zuko exclaimed. He felt the need to sanitize himself.

"Hello to you, too. And I like it like this; everything is just where I left it," Sokka replied from his bed. Zuko did a double-take. When did Sokka get there? His bed probably threw him back up. Zuko laughed to himself, picturing it. Aang had flopped himself down on the ground, getting comfy in a pile of clothing that smelled vaguely of sweat and piss. Zuko looked around, not sure if he should sit down or turn around and go home.

"Well, sit down!" Toph suddenly exclaimed from behind Zuko. Before Zuko could say anything, he was tackled from behind to the ground.

"Ow! What the hell, Toph?!" Zuko screamed. Toph just sat down on his back, grinning. She looked over at Sokka, winking.

It was time to put their plan into action.

At least faze one.

"Hey Zuko, Aang! I need some help looking for my head-phones. Can you look in my closet?" Sokka shouted out a little too loud. Toph smacked her forehead. Why did she choose the idiot for this? Zuko raised his eyebrow, looking skeptically at Sokka. Aang quickly stood up, smiling widely and heading towards the closet.

"Sure, we'll help you! C'mon, Zuko!" Aang exclaimed, opening the closet door. About three feet of clothing was piled at the bottom of the closet.

"Um… that's nasty, Sokka," Zuko said, throwing up in his mouth a little. He got up, trying to force his feet to move through the foot-deep trench of clothing. After several minutes, Zuko was standing next to Aang, grabbing random piles of clothing from inside the closet and throwing is out into Sokka's room.

Seriously, how did Sokka live like that? Let alone, how did his parents let him?!

Toph slowly got up from her position on the floor, moving next to Sokka on his bed.

"Ok, on the count of three," Toph whispered into Sokka's ear. He groaned slightly, starting to think twice about this.

"Toph, maybe we shouldn't. Who know what Zuko will do to us?!" Sokka urgently whispered back. Zuko would rip them to shreds! Or burn them alive, or cut his fingers off, or chop off his ponytail or-

"Suck it up, Sokka. Jesus…" Toph breathed out. Sokka glared at her.

"Ok, one-"

"Toph, maybe we should-"

"Two,-"

"-not do this!"

"Three!" Toph yelled. She grabbed Sokka by the wrist, leaping off the bed. It took all of two steps to reach Zuko, but that short amount of time seemed to last forever. Almost in slow-mo, Toph saw Zuko turn and look at her in mid-leap, a look of terror, panic, and pissed-off on his face. Toph quickly stopped herself so she was standing behind Zuko and Aang, Sokka behind Zuko. At the same time, they both rammed into Aang and Zuko's back with their shoulder, sending them both flying into the closet. Before either of them could stand up, Sokka quickly slammed the door in Zuko's face, which was currently in a moldy pair of socks on the floor.

"Yeah! That was awesome!" Toph exclaimed, punching the air. Sokka, on the other hand, was leaning heavily against the door, hyperventilating.

Zuko quickly stood up, pounding on the door.

"Let us out, NOW!" He screamed at the top of his lungs. Zuko reached for the door handle, but it wouldn't move. He tried again, but it still wouldn't.

That could only mean one thing.

They locked the door from the outside.

They locked the door.

They.

Fucking.

Locked.

The.

Door.

Zuko started to panic. He spun around; trying to find Aang so maybe he could bend them out of here. He turned around and looked right into Aang's face.

"Fuck," Zuko mumbled.

He knew he should have stayed home today.

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So there you go! I know it was random and slow at first, but it's just a filler chapter. It's getting pretty late here, so I'll stop it there for now.

The ending sentence I got from The Magic School Bus, where that one kid always says "I knew I should have stayed home today!"

And now you guys kind of know what Sokka and Toph are up to.

Please leave a review and thank you for reading!