Weirdest
A calm discussion. Or not. A quiet, nice walk. Not really. An intense make-out session at the end of it. No—wait… yes.
"Sokka—did you just slam the door in his face?"
I try to answer in an innocent tone. "Of course not!"
Katara narrows her eyes suspiciously, and begins tapping her foot. Good god. She's becoming Gran-Gran… Only she doesn't fall asleep in front of Oprah. Hell, Katara hates Oprah.
"Then why," she says softly, "am I hearing this?"
I smile sheepishly.
In the background, I hear a frantic kicking, punching, and knocking on our (thankfully sturdy, storm protection issue) front door, punctuated by outraged cries of 'Come back and fight me you little punk!'. I can't help it; a self-satisfied grin slips onto my face.
And then… pain.
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I should haul off and deck him. So when I finally hear the grinding of locks being unlocked, I smirk darkly.
The door opens slowly.
And I have to pull the punch. It's the girl.
…What's her name, anyways?
She looks at me apologetically, and steps out onto her porch, not 5 inches from where I am. She glances back into her house, calling out to her brother.
"I'm going out, Sokka."
He's silent. I crane my neck to see around the half-shut door. Her brother's tied to a chair, gagged with what looks to be a scarf. He glares at me, shouting a muffled obscenity through the gag.
I chuckle. "Shall we?"
She nods, looking just a little bit uneasy.
Hnh. Maybe she's smarter than I thought—I can see the top of a can of mace from her jeans pocket.
Although, I have to wonder where the hell she got mace from.
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We walk down the street for a few moments in silence. It's a biting, bitter cold night—and it's only just past 9.
It's a little bit strange, walking next to this boy. It's also a bit interesting. You tell a lot about what's going on by how people move, and he's no exception.
Long, steady strides. Confident, relaxed posture. Cocky grin playing on his lips. Everything about him's rather appealing. Except the attitude, and the weird hair. Can't understand that, but hey. To each his own.
I have to wonder, though… where are we going?
And then I realized. We're not talking. Weird.
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"So," she says trivially. "Where are we going…?"
I raise an eyebrow. "You're just now asking that?" She shrugs. "Well, it's none of your business, but to the shop."
She glances at me curiously. "What?"
"The body shop. Tattoos? Piercings? All that's done there."
She stares at me, eyes wide, and I have to laugh—her expression is priceless: like a bird face to face with a cat in pantyhose and a top-hat.
"What, you never wanted to see about a tongue piercing?"
She smacks me in the arm, then looks a bit terrified that she did so. But she pulls me to a halt, and shakes her head firmly. "Do you know what those are used for?", she says in whispered screech.
I grin. Widely. She blushes brilliantly.
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What was I thinking, asking that. He opens his mouth to answer, and my eyes, wide as they are already, seem to crack open even more. I dread his answer. So I slap my hand over his mouth, chanting.
"Please don't answer that. Please don't answer that. Please don't answer th—ack!"
Oh. My. Word.
I snatch my hand back, and flinch. He licked my hand! Ew! And he couldn't just all-out lick it either, he like… flickered his tongue against my palm, too. So now I need disinfectant. He's got I'vehadwildsex-germs. I just know it.
And he kissed me earlier. ERGH! What if he has some sort of STD? Ew! Ew. Ew. Ewwwwhy does he have to be so hot?
And now he's looking at me weird. Why is he looking at me weird? WHY?
… Please don't answer that, God.
…
Dammit.
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I chuckle, and pin her to the wall, drawing close to her, until I've got one leg slightly between hers. "Hey," I breath. She whimpers. "What's your name?"
"Wait. You don't know my name?"
I shrug. "Never bothered. Usually, I called you rather rude names considering you ruined my leather jacket the other week."
She sighs, looking away.
"My name's Katara," she says, shutting her eyes wearily. I smile. "Katara it is," I breath, before dipping my head to kiss her. Again.
You know, this is turning out quite nicely. I just tricked her not only into leaving me alone if I go for that brat Avatar Aang, but to making out with me.
Man. I need an award for how good I am.