Wazzup, peeps? Happy New Years! Okay, whatever, this story is the remake of Katara + Aang, if you must know. And if you want that actual story, you can always go to but if you want a much better version, worthy of the Rated T status, then stay and read.

I don't own Avatar: TLA, or any of its characters.

-------------

Aang sat on the beach, watching the sunset. They were resting for a day or two before they would continue on to the Earth Kingdom, so that he could learn his earth bending. Katara had been helping him to master his water bending skills, and was successful. Katara, he sighed. Let me just admit it to myself, I am in love with her. Her eyes, that gorgeous hair, her smile. And what the heck, those curves. He started to blush, getting embarrassed by his thoughts. He knew he shouldn't feel that way about her, because of his being the Avatar and an air bending monk, but he was thisclose to not caring at all. He heard soft footsteps, and looked up to see Katara sit down beside him.

Aang turned to look at her, she had her hair down in bed-head waves, and it was easy to figure out that she had just woken up. They sat in silence, before she spoke up. "Good morning, Aang," she said. "Morning, Katara," he replied, unknowingly moving closer to her. Katara noticed. Nothing to worry about, right?, she thought. Katara had grown quite a crush on him, but she knew she shouldn't. He has duties. And he is my best friend. Everyone knows what happens to best friends when they decide to get together. Hold up; wait a minute, am I getting a little ahead of myself? I don't even know if he likes me like that. (A/N: she's quite the dumb one, huh?) "So, Aang. Are you okay? You seemed worried when you woke up," Katara said, trying to start a decent conversation. "Yeah, I'm fine." She gave him a look; she knew him like the back of her hand. "Ummmm," Aang looked at her nervously. He knew exactly what he wanted to talk about, but it was a bit of a touchy subject.

Taking a deep breath, he started: "I need some advice."

Katara looked at him with genuine curiosity. "Okay, what is it?" She asked.

"Um, I kind of like someone," he blurted out, turning red and looking away.

Who could he possibly like? I mean, come on, there is Jun and Meng and me, but we all know that he would never like- OH CRAP! Maybe it is me?, she thought. She looked back at all those times they shared. Her mind began to wander. Katara looked at Aang who was looking at her for an answer.

"Well, okay. Who is it?" Katara asked, almost scared.

Aang's facial expression changed. It went from embarrassment to nervousness. She noticed. "Uh, well. I, IlikeyouKatara." Deep breath, Aang. The worse part is over. Aang looked at Katara, whose expression was clearly readable, had (could it be?) pleasure written all over it.

"Well, Aang…." She didn't finish because she had leaned over to kiss him, softly, but still full of happiness and passion. Aang was surprised, to say the least. He looked into Katara's eyes, and leaned in to kiss her. This time the kiss lasted for much longer, Aang laying half on top of her, kissing. Suddenly, when things were getting hot and heavy, he felt a strong yank on his shirt. He gave into the yank, mostly because it was unexpected, the rest because it was Sokka. SOKKA! Damn! He let Sokka drag him back to the camp, where he sat Aang roughly on his sleeping bag, before sitting across from him. Aang tried to avoid his glare, but it was hard. "So, Sokka, hi," but he was cut off by Sokka suddenly grabbing his shirt. "Don't ever do that to my sister, again! If you want to, come to me first for permission. I swear. Aang, you are TWELVE! You are a bit too young for that, anyway." Sokka didn't know whether to curse him out for kissing his sister or let it go and act like a big brother. He decided on the latter, because he knew that his sister and Aang would get together eventually. He didn't expect the next question from Aang:

"Why am I too young? Is something the matter?" Sokka froze in his spot. The kid was twelve, for God's sake! Kissing leads to making-out, and that leads to touching, and we all know what that usually leads to. "Sokka, tell me? Is something the matter with kissing?" Deep breath, Sokka. He doesn't know about that stuff, Sokka thought. You can tell, if you just look at him. The warrior looked down at the monk, who practically begging him for an explanation. "Look, Aang, it isn't really the kissing that is my problem. It is the things that it leads to," he said. Goodness, this is embarrassing. If he keeps going at this rate, I just might have to give him "the talk", and I really don't want to do that. "What are you talking about?" Come on, Sokka. Give me some clues. I need to know.

"Okay, Aang. Here goes….."

------------

Seriously, isn't that so much better than the original? Oh and, I took inspiration from a few stories. Stay tuned.