Diary

Another Modern Day Fic. Hehe, I like this one ;) TOPH CAN SEE!!!

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Aang looked through the darkest corner of Toph's closet, the part that hadn't been touched in years.

"I can't find any." Aang said.

"Well keep looking. I know I have some batteries somewhere." Toph played her XBOX while Aang looked.

"You could help, ya know."

"My controller is working. If you wanna play, you better find those batteries."

CRASH!!! A pile in Toph's closet fell on Aang in a wave of clutter and a cloud of dust.

"Whoa! You okay?" Toph asked, pausing her game. Aang coughed and dusted himself off but nodded. Toph unpaused her game and kept playing.

A lot of old junk fell out of the closet. Toys, old clothes, playing cards. A small, worn out book with a lock on its side landed between Aang's feet. Aang picked it up and dusted it off.

"What's this?" He asked. Toph looked.

"Ahhh!!" She threw her controlled across the room and jumped to her feet. "Put that down!"

"What is it?" Aang asked.

"None of your business. Just put it down!"

"Is this a diary?"

"Aang, drop the book!"

"You have a diary?" Aang smirked.

"Aang, I swear to God if you don't drop that book right now I'm going to break your fingers backwards!"

"Alright, alright." Aang tossed her the book. Toph pressed it against her chest and wrapped her arms selfishly around the little tomb. "Can I read it?" Aang asked.

"Are you joking?" Toph was not happy with him.

"Come on. I won't tell anyone I read your diary."

"It's not a diary."

"Oh…well then what is it?"

"It's…just a book. For reading."

"What? You don't read."

"Aang, just mind your own business, will ya?"

"Fine. Alright. I'll keep looking for the batteries." Aang dove back into the closet. "Just let me read one page!" He asked one more time.

"NO!" Toph screamed. Aang continued his search through Toph's mess.

Toph hadn't seen the old book in years. When she was only seven years old, she remembered seeing some girl on TV write in a diary and, being the impressionable young child she used to be, thought that she should do it too.

Toph looked back at Aang, who wasn't paying attention anymore, and slowly opened the book. It was written in green and black crayon with handwriting as sloppy as the style she still had.

"Dear Diary. Aang was nice to me today. He is funny and nice. I love him and I am going to marry him when I grow up."

Toph smiled at the little girl's fantasy. She looked back at Aang, making sure he wasn't looking back at her. Toph quietly put the book away in the sock drawer under her TV and went back to her video game, hoping she hadn't lost too many points.