A/N: I don't own Avatar.
. : I Chapter Thirty Eight I : .
Aang could feel the anger surging inside of him, and it took a lot of strength for him to stay where he sat when Zuko walked up to the two, a smug look on his face. "Got your bison." After informing them of this, he walked over to his uncle and began conversing with him.
He'd barely said four words to him, and he still felt like he'd said it all. Even thought he strayed away from the subject of Katara, he knew exactly what he was thinking, who he was thinking about. It was the last straw, he'd snap if he didn't do something soon. But what? IWhat?/i
"Aang..." the young airbenders head jerked up when his waterbending accomplice called him. She stood in front of him, uncomfortably shifting. "Sorry." She mumbled. "I was just...tired, and didn't know what to think. But it's really...Ireally/i great that we're leaving." Katara offered him a small smile, then helped him to his feet. "You sure you're well enough to fly Appa?"
Aang gave her one of his signature smiles. "You bet!" Katara and Aang stood frozen to the ground for a few moments, smiles plastered on their faces. Before Aang knew what he was doing, he wrapped his arms around Katara's waist and pulled her into a tight hug. "Sorry for yelling."
Katara returned his hug. "It's not your fault."
"Yeah..." Aang grumbled, pulling away. "It is, because I was just jealous."
"Aang," Katara began, placing a smile on her face. "Just because you weren't able to walk around for a few days like me, doesn't mean you have to be jealous." She sighed, guessing that he couldn't go a few days without being able to move around.
But his expression froze, and an eyebrow rose. "That's not what I'm talking about, Katara."