I am SO SORRY that I didn't update! Saturday, I went to my mom's job so she could do overtime (just to get out of the house) so while I was there, I was on youtube til 4 in the afternoon. I could have written a chapter, but even if I did, the internet on my laptop doesn't work in that building. After we got home, my sister dragged me off to a party, then we saw a movie afterwards. By time I got home it was really late and I was exhausted.

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"Alright. Then divide that side with the square root of three. Now what do you get?" Aang said. He was sitting on Toph's couch in her basement. Onji was on the floor with books spread around them. After getting over the shock of Toph's mansoin, along with the expensive things in it, she got right down to studying.

"Uh," Toph began. "A shit load of numbers that don't make sense?"

Aang frowned.

"Well, I'm sorry that I'm not a math freak like the two of you. It's not my fault I failed geometry."

"Toph," Aang said. "You failed geometry because you flipped the desk over, cursed at the teacher and never turned in your homework. If you don't pass it this time around, you won't graduate."

Onji sat up. "It's really easy once you get the hang of it. When you memorize the formulas, everything gets simpler."

"I'm bored. Let's see what's on TV." Toph replied picking up the remote. Aang sighed and shut his books. He had already finished his homework. He watched Toph flip through the channels and let his eyes drift towards Onji. She casually flipped her hair over one shoulder as she closed her book bag.

"Okay," Toph said, snapping Aang out of his daydream. "We got nothing on TV."

"Maybe that's a sign to finifh your homework," Aang said.

"Maybe my foot up your ass is a sign to-"

"Toph!" Onji interrupted. "If nothing's on TV, can we at least find something to eat? I'm starving."

"You sound like Sokka," Toph said standing.

"Who?" Onji asked.

"Nevermind. I don't think there's anything good upstairs. My mom buys only healthy crap." Toph climbed the basement stairs and walked into the kitchen with Aang and Onji following.

"We got some foreign orange juice, a can of tomato sauce, wierd colored eggs, a pack of some of that expensive cheese, fetta cheese, mozzorella cheese, oh come on! Cheddar cheese? Belgian waffles, aaaaaaand gravy mix."

Aang sat down at the granite topped island. "An egg and cheese gravy tomato omlet with waffles and orange juice? I think I'll pass."

Toph walked into the cabinets, stretching high to look through it. Aang watched her shirt creep up, exposing her back. He tore his eyes away.

Toph searched through the cabinets, trying not to feel the heat of Aang's gaze on her back. She hid a smile. "So, flour and spice suprise, anyone? Seriously, the amount of money these people have, they should at least buy some honey buns or at least a decent box of cereal. I mean, look at this," she said holding up a brown box. "Bran Oats? What the hell is a bran oat?"

"Maybe they don't want you to go on a binge. Your refridgerator got cleaned out in two days, Toph. They're looking out for your best interest," Aang said. "Let's just order pizza."

"Can't," Toph replied. "My Dad hid his credit card from me. Apperently the 'But Daddy, I was helping Japan' excuse had been used before. He thought I bought another dirt bike or something."

Onji walked over to the cabinet. "You bought a dirt bike?"

Toph shrugged. "He made me return it. No daughter of mine will lower themselves to biking sports!"

Onji giggled at Toph's imitation and reached up for the flour. "If we can't order pizza, we'll just have to make it. I'm in Home Ec. We do stuff like this all the time."

"I'll print the directions off line," Aang said, walking back to the basement. Toph watched Onji gather the tomato sauce, eggs, flour, and cheeses.

"So," Toph said nonchalantly. Onji put the items on the counter and turned towards her. "You fuck him yet?"

Onji's face turned beet red. "N-No! We've been barely dating for a month!"

Toph shrugged again. "Just checking. I mean, all these pregnancy shows seem pretty popular these days. I don't want to play the dumbass friend who asks how you got pregnant when I knew the whole time you guys were banging."

Onji shook her head. "We're not like that, Toph."

"Just making sure."

"I mean, it's not like I'm a virgin or anything-"

"Whoa!" Toph yelled, waving her hands. "Where did the 'V' word come from?"

Onji smiled. "It's okay, Toph. We're all pretty much adults here, right?" Toph reluctantly nodded.

"Well, I remember it like it was yesterday. There was this guy...he was so handsome. Charismatic, smart, and very misunderstood. I was only in eighth grade, he was in ninth. I thought it was cool that he was in high school. Anyway, it was the end of the summer. We'd been dating for a couple months. I felt like I was falling in love-"

"In eighth grade?" Toph interrupted. "Kids these days. Middle school relationships are lucky to last through someones first period. Why the hell do they think they're in love? No offense, but twelve year olds who take pictures of themselves in training bras and put them on the internet and brag about their high school boyfriends who only want dumbasses who'll put out are nothing but a bunch of stupid sluts in training."

"Toph?"

"What?"

"Can I finish?" Onji asked smiling. Toph waved her off. "Anyway," Onji continued. "I thought I was falling in love. I thought that once I startedhigh school, we'd spend more time together. I only saw him a couple times a week. Even then, it was in secret. He convinced me not to tell my parents because they wouldn't understand. But I told my girlfriends. Well, bragged to them.

"One day, my parents were gone. It seemed like the perfect time for him to finally come over, so I called him. He seemed pissed at first. He said he'd call me, not the other way around. But I told him I wanted him to see my house, and he said he'd be right over. When he got there, he started telling me how much he loved me, and he knew I was 'the one' and all that. So we started making out. One thing led to another, and pretty soon we were in my bedroom with the door locked. I told him we were moving to fast, and he said 'You don't want to be the only virgin in hign school, do you?'

Toph raised an eyebrow. "This douchebag sounds familiar. Do I know him?"

Onji nodded. "Everyone does. So, I let him talk me into it. And let me tell you, it was horrible. The worst experience of my life. And I'm not talking about the pain, if you catch my drift."

Toph laughed. "So Jet talked you out of your virginity, huh? I guess that's where the rumors came from. I would have never guesses you started them."

"Well, someone had to. Could you imagine a guy telling you he loves you, then seeing him with another girl on your first day of high school?"

"Wow. But 'Jet can't get a girl wet' and 'He think's he's a pimp, but he's always limp' was a little harsh, don't you think?"

They stared at each other for a moment. "Nah!" they both said and started laughing again. "So you left the note in Katara's locker that he cheated on her?"

"He was chasing after her the entire time he was telling me he loved me. And I found out that he did the same thing to another girl in our grade. He's an ass."

"Who's an ass?" Aang said emerging from the basement.

"Jet," Toph said. "Okay, how the hell do we make the pizza, I'm dying over here."

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Toph ducked behind the counter as an egg went wizzing over her head. It cracked against the wall behind her. "You're dead, Twinkle Toes."

"After you, Toph," Aang said from somewhere in the kitchen. When Toph went to put the flour away after the pizzas were in theoven, it tipped over and fell on her head. Onji and Aang thought it was hilarious, so she pelted them with the rest of the bag. They retaliated with the eggs, and pretty soon, there was a fog of flour in the kitchen with sticky circles of egg all over the walls.

"Why don't you just give up, Toph?" Onji said. "You're out numbered."

Toph threw her head back and laughed. "I may be out numbered, but you're out matched. MUAHAHAHAHAAAA!"

The oven beeped then. "Truce? At least until we finish eating." Toph opened the oven and pulled the pizzas out and began cutting them.

"What the hell is going on here?" a voice boomed.

The trio turned to see Lao Bei Fong, holding his briefcase in one hand, and a cell phone on the other. "Hi, Daddy. How was work?" Toph said sweetly.

"Toph, I think your friends need to leave."

"Hi Mr. Bei Fong," Aand said. Lao replied with a curt nod in Aang's direction. It was an improvement from his usual glare. "With all due respect, Sir, I think it's only fair that we help Toph clean up."

"It better be spotless by time your mother gets home," Lao said. "In the mean time," he glared in Aang's direction, "Not a sound out of any of you. I have a very important business call." Lao grabbed a slice of Pizza and stormed out of the kitchen. Toph was the first to start laughing.

"Shhh!" Aang said. "Before he comes downstairs again!"

"Please, Aang. He won't come down again until my mom brings dinner home. He's probably loosening his tie, pouring a glass of scotch and typing some stupid document."

Lao sighed as he sat down at his leather massage chair. He lifted the crystal glass to his lips and swallowed the brown liquid that warmed its way down his throat. He rubbed his temples as the lamp on his mahogany desk buzzed. All he could think about was his little angel getting her heart broken.

He didn't have to guess why Toph kept that boy around. He wished he could do something to prevent her feelings for him. But there was nothing. Every thing he bought her, every game, every new toy she wanted had been for her to get over that boy. All his atempts had been in vain.

Lao loosened his tie and leaned back in his chair. He'd do anything to protect his baby girl.

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I thought i'd tell Onji and Lao's story. Just to understand them better. And put some background behind them. Sokka and Suki will be in the next chap..