This is hilarious! Every single person who voted so far voted for NO ZUKO! Think about it. Seriously, I didn't know that that many people wanted a story that leaves Zuko out of the picture. Glad to make you guys happy. (Audience stands in wild applause) Now without further ado, CHAPTER 4! And a special treat, there is a little "couple drama" in here.

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Aang and Katara were lying down in the sand, their sides hurting from laughing too much. They had spent the hour talking, laughing, reliving memories, and just having a great time. Aang looked over at Katara. Her two braids had become undone; it was down in gorgeous caramel waves. Gosh she is gorgeous! He thought. Aang's hand reached down into her hair, gently combing it out. Katara looked up at him. She let her mind wander to when they first met (or rather, she found him in that giant ice cube). He was in her arms, and she remembered how her breath had caught when she had met his beautiful gray eyes. Those eyes; I fell for them the moment I saw them, she thought. The two sat up; Aang nervously taking her hand.

"It's such a beautiful day, Katara. I'm glad that you decided to spend some time with me," he said.

That is so sweet, she thought.

Aang started to stroke her hand. He wasn't very graceful, though. He is such an amateur. She started to giggle, not aware of the effect it was having on Aang. His mood turned from carefree and happy to confusion and frustration. He stood up, turning away from her. Why is she laughing at me? I want to make her happy, and I'm trying, and it still seems like she thinks this is funny! (A/N: can you really blame him?)

"Why are you laughing at me?" he asked her, practically yelling.

What is his problem?

"What has gotten into you, Aang?" she told him, seriously wanting to know why he was acting like this all of a sudden.

Don't play dumb, Katara, Aang thought, getting a little hot.

"I try to make you happy, to enjoy this moment with you, and you laugh in my face! What is that about?" Aang yelled. With a little guilty satisfaction, he saw Katara flinch at his tone.

"I'm just laughing because you are an amateur!" she explained. Aang's face went from disbelief to anger to sadness and back again. What the hell does she mean by that? His face must have shown his thoughts, because Katara was frantically trying to explain herself.

"I didn't mean it in a bad way, I just" Katara stuttered, but was interrupted by Aang.

"What do you mean then? Seriously, sometimes I wonder if you think this is a joke, like you don't take me seriously!" he stopped for a moment to kook at her. She was near tears, and looked like a little kid caught in the candy jar.

"Aang, please, calm down. Let me explain!" Katara choked out, crying.

"You can explain later. I need to go for a while to go after my thoughts," he whispered, walking away. Katara ran after him, grabbing his hand. Aang gently pushed her away, saying, "Please leave me alone. I need to spend a little while by myself."

Katara cried harder, looking back after him before running back to camp.

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Sokka looked up too late, seeing a rush of blue pass him. He watched as Katara sat down, sobbing. He got up mad, expecting the worst. What did Aang do! Katara must have seen him get up.

"Sit down, Sokka. I messed things up. Don't worry about me. Aang didn't hurt me," Katara managed to say. And mess things up I did, Katara thought, making herself more upset. Before she could start another round of tears, she felt herself be pulled into a warm embrace.

"What happened, Katara? Come on, you know that you can tell me anything," she heard Sokka whisper. She looked up at her older brother, almost surprised to see him really wondering what was going on.

"Well- me and Aang- were- sitting on the beach," Katara choked out. Taking deep breaths to calm herself down. Once she felt better she continued:

"And I started to laugh when he took my hand, because he was an amateur. He got mad and asked me why I was asking, and I told him what I thought."

She could here Sokka sigh in disbelief. "You really shouldn't have done that. You know how sensitive he is," he said.

"I know, I know. He just took it the wrong way," she said, trying to redeem herself. Always think before you act, Katara, she thought, scolding herself.

"Well, go find him and apologize. I don't want you two to not speak to each other. It would get too quiet," Sokka told her. Katara nodded and tried to offer a smile at her brother's weak attempt to cheer her up.

"Thanks, Sokka,"

"Anytime."

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Katara walked along the trail, eventually coming to a small village. I hope Aang is here. She started to look around, before she came to a site that she couldn't believe. Aang was lying down, unconscious, with an arrow in his leg. It wasn't much blood, but Katara knew that the only way he could be unconscious was if the arrow was tipped with poison. Oh, God! What happened! She burst into a fresh round of tears, taking the arrow, picking him up and carrying Aang back to Sokka.

"OH MY GOD! WHAT HAPPENED!" he screamed.

Katara looked like she wanted to cry. "I don't know, but let's hurry and get him cleaned up."

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How was that chapter for ya? Guess you didn't expect that last part. As much as I hate cliffies, reading them and writing them, I have to think of another chapter. Review please!