Deux:
Ok, back to the actual story…
Aang and Katara were left on their own at a camp sight they had already constructed. The sun had just set and the night was warm. Their fire, not too large yet not small enough to be a matchstick, made very soft crackling noises. It was quiet…awkwardly quiet. ((If you thought I was going to say "It was quiet…too quiet…" that's just cliché!))
Aang sighed as his eyes drooped as he stared into the fire. Katara, seeing nothing to do but just sit there, climbed into her large bed of navy-blue blankets and such on the ground. Aang crawled up beside her and tried to begin a conversation before she had fallen asleep.
"So…"
"So?"
"Not sure."
"Ok."
"Ok."
"Ok then…Good night."
"WAIT! No…not yet. I…just wanna talk." He said.
"Ok. Talk…"
"What about?"
"I don't know, you're the one who wanted to talk, Aang." She said, crossing her arms.
"Oh. Sorry."
"Its ok. So… um… I…uh… heh heh cant believe you trusted Sokka with Appa." She laughed a bit.
"I guess. You think it was a bad idea?"
"No! No… I'm sure they'll be fine. And anyway, it gives us some bonding time…alone…"
"Umm…" he gulped "right…"
Feeling a tingle rush down his back, Aang could tell he was nervous and being slightly aroused at the same time but tried as hard as he could not to show it and to keep his cool…for now at least.
"You ok?"
"Fine. Just fine."
"You sure? You wanna lay down next to me? Maybe you'd feel better" she suggested. He released a small yet choppy sigh and then lay down next to Katara. Aang was wearing his large and floppy PJ pants and Katara was wearing a light shirt and sleeping shorts. They were in a warm climate at the time. When he laid down it only seemed to get warmer…
