Jet woke up with a start. At first he was startled to see a sleeping Ciara next to him, then the events of last night came back to him. He grinned slightly and stared a her.

She's really cute when she's asleep...He thought, brushing a strand of hair from her face.

"Mhmm..." She mumbled. He grinned even more.

WAM!

Iroh, who was so much grieved by the loss of his precious tea, had begun to fling furniture everywhere. Unfortunately, Iroh had aimed a vase at Jet's head. And even more unfortunately, he had hit his mark.

"What the hell?!" Jet asked, rubbing his head, before being forced to duck due to the heavy wooden table that Iroh had just chucked at him.

"Uncle stop!" Zuko yelled, walking away from Katara, who he had been having quite a nice conversation with, to try and subdue his uncle.

"Luuuuuuuuuu Teeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeen!" The old man yelled, stopping Zuko, mistaking him as his late son. Iroh started running around like a retard, screaming about balogni.

"Zuko!" Katara protested, a little disapointed that they're conversation had ended so quickly.

"Toph!" Sokka yelled, as Toph collapsed half the roof on the poor boy.

"What?" Toph asked innocently.

"I can't feel my legs." Sokka whined.

"Don't be such a baby."

"But-"

"Be quiet." Toph said, collapsing the rest of the roof on Sokka.

"What the hell?!" Ciara asked, standing up, woken up by the comotion.

"Get down!" Jet yelled, pushing her back down as Iroh threw another table at them.

"Uncle, it's me, Zuko!" Zuko yelled, trying in vain to reason with his uncle.

Iroh blinked.

"Zuuuuuuuuuuuuukoooooooooooooooo!" He yelled, before jumping on his startled nephew, hugging him tightly.

"Uncle, are you on drugs?" Zuko asked, concerned.

"Maybe..."

"Zuko..." Katara said softly.

"Oh, sorry..." Zuko said, before prying uncle off him and walking towards the young girl.

"Zuko, what's that on your leg!" Katara yelled, shocked.

"Uncle, get off!" Zuko yelled, shaking his leg wildly.

"Butterminkle!" Iroh yelled, clingling to the young man's leg.

"UNCLE!"

"I think we're safe." Jet whispered, still on top of Ciara, clutching her tightly.

"What's going on?!" Ciara asked

"Truthfully, I have no idea." Jet said, smirking. He stood up and offering his hand to her, which she gratefully took.

"What now?" She asked. She scanned the room. Sokka was currently crying under a pile of rubble, Toph was laughing manaically, probably the cause of the mass destruction, Iroh was chewing Zuko's leg, Zuko was trying in vain to get his uncle off, Katara was waterwhipping Iroh in an effort to help the Prince, Smellerbee and Longshot though, were nowhere to be found.

"I suggest we leave this madhouse." He said before taking her by the hand and pulling her out of the house.

"Where are we going?" Ciara asked, five minutes later.

"No idea."

"You-what?!"

"I'm just kidding!" Jet said, laughing at the outraged look on her face.

"Then can you please tell me where we're going?" She pleaded.

"No." He said simply.

"You are pure evil." She said.

"And you are...?"

"More evil." She said simply.

"Really now?"

"Yes." They were now close to the entrance to the middle ring.

"Prove it."

Slap!

"Does that prove enough for you?" She asked, crossing her arms in from of her chest, smirking.

"You...?" He asked stupidly, rubbing his cheek.

"Can you top that?" She continued to taunt him.

Without warning, he pulled her into a tight hug a kissed her firmly. Just as she started to come out of her shock and enjoy the kiss, he broke away.

"Huh...?" She asked, confused

"Told you...I am evil." He grinned.

She simply glared at him.

"Aww...c'mon...I know you can't hate me."

"Oh?" She asked, raising her eyebrow at him.

"Yep."

"And why is that?"

"Because..." He said casually, grinning at her.

"Because what?"

"You can't hate me because..."

"Spit it out already!"

"You want me, I know you do."

SLAP!

"You must really enjoy pain huh?"

"Hey! I'm just stating the obvious. You can't hurt me for that." He said, rubbing his red cheek.

SLAP!

"You should just stop talking."

"But-!"

SLAP!

"Ok, what did I do this time?"

"You should learn your lesson."

SLAP!

"What lesson?!"

"I."

SLAP!

"You're one crazy ass bitch!"

"Am."

SLAP!

"Please Ciara! Have pity!"

"More."

SLAP!

"More what?!"

"EVIL!"

SLAP! SLAP! SLAP!

"And don't you ever forget it!"

Ciara then turned on her heel and marched off in a random direction.

"Ciara wait!" Jet yelled, following her, rubbing his bright red cheek.

Jet started to run to catch up with his crazy-ass girlfriend. I suppose she is my girlfriend now... he thought, still chasing her.

After a while, they entered the middle ring. Ciara, who had visited Ba Sing Se on another occation, knew her way arond a little bit.

"Ciara, where are you going?!" Jet asked her, around a meter behind the stubborn girl.

"Why do you want to know?" She asked, not turning around, her brown hair, waving behind her.

"Aw, please?" Jet asked.

"You could always turn around and leave me be."

"No I can't."

"Oh? And why is that?" She asked, stoping and turning to him, her hands on her hips.

"Because," He said, taking a step closer to her.

"W-what?" She stuttered.

"You are my girlfriend aren't you?" He whispered in her ear.

"What gave you that idea?" Ciara asked, blushing.

"We made out!" Jet asked, stepping back and staring disbelievingly at her.

"Did not!" She protested.

"Of course we did!"

"No! We just..." She looked down. "Kissed, but we never made out." She finished softly.

He continued to stare at her. She started playing with the ends of her sleeves, staring at the ground.

"Look, I'm sorry...I don't know what came into me...I shouldn't have slapped you...I'm really-" he started, but was interrupted by him placing his lips firmly on hers. What the hell- Ciara's train of thought was interupted when Jet started to nibble on her lower lip. She placed her hands on his chest as she opened up slowly.

Jet however, used this moment to his advantage and slipped his tongue in through the gap in her lips.

She leaned further into the kiss and wrapped her arms around his neck, pulling his head lower to hers. He on the other hand, placed his hands on her waist, pulling her to him.

Sadly like all other beings, they needed air. And after a while, they needed to pull up.

Ciara was the one to break the kiss, seriously needing to breath.

"So I guess your my girlfriend now huh?" Jet asked, leaning his forehead on hers.

"I guess so." She said, standing on her tiptoes, planting a quick kiss on his lips.

She stepped back and gazed into his eyes for a few seconds before grabbing his hand and dragging him forward.

"Hey, where you taking me?" He laughed.

"I wanted you to meet my cousins!" Ciara said, looking at him happily.

"But, I wanted to take you somewhere remember?"

"So?"

"I love you." Jet said, grinning.

Ciara paused. Then she looked over her shoulder and stared at him. She thought for a moment.

"I love you too." She said, smiling back at him.