Hi guys! I know I should finish my other stories before starting a new one, but the new episodes of the Avatar have inspired me to at least attempt a fanfic…let's see if I can make it a unique one….

Sokka was sleeping. At least, he assumed he was. All around him drifted scents of food, delectable, mouth watering, scrumptious food. Since they had begun traveling with Aang, food always seemed to be in short supply…so either they had gotten really lucky and gotten picked up by some sympathetic lord, or he was dreaming.

"Sokka! Wake UP!"

...Crap. Dreaming.

Sokka mumbled angrily as thescent of fooddissipated into the usual piney smell, and he was unhappily reminded of their current impoverished state – sleeping in a forest. No food, no money, no compassionate women to care for him…he smiled and blushed slightly as he remembered Suki and Yue.

Smack! He yelped, and stood up angrily as Aang giggled. Why did Katara always have to water whip him? And why, oh why, did Aang laugh every single time she did it? This was at least the hundredth time…and Sokka knew his reaction was always the same…so why was Aang still giggling? Harder than usual, actually…that was a bad sign…

Sokka racked his brain as he stood there, trying to think of why Aang would be laughing so hard. He sent his mind back, reviewing the occurrences of the day before for anything potentially humorous and humiliating.

Let's see…Got chased by Zuko…practically crash landed, and the stupid fire-bastard caught up…oh. Stupid fire-bastards attacked me, and burned...

He sighed, now in full possession of his memory. He looked up, Aang's giggling still echoing merrily around the clearing. Katara's back was towards him, her neck (what he could see of it, at least) bright red, which meant she was blushing. He looked down at himself and completed his thought.

…Burned my clothes off…

Sokka sat down quickly and covered himself with his sleeping bag. Aang finally stopped laughing, the hilarity of the situation wearing off. Katara glanced warily back at him to see it there was anything potentially embarrassing for her to see there. Assured that it was safe to turn around, she did so, and immediately started berating him.

"Sokka, you are such an idiot! How do you manage to not only lose all your clothes to fire-benders last night, but…"

Whoa, Sokka thought, that sounds so wrong, it's not like they stole them…

"But then you forgot that you had no clothes on and had to stand up, showing your…your...your whatever to everyone…!" Katara finished.

"Yeah, yeah…I forgot, ok? Usually when you whip me, you expect me on my feet immediately, so I just got up..." Sokka gave up; she had, of course, decided that he was trying to blame it on her, as usual, so he tried a new tactic.

"Look, I can't get up like this, so could someone lend me something to wear? I'm freezing, and they burned my pack too, not just what I was wearing, as you ought to recall." Sokka snapped, annoyed.

Aang shrugged. "I'd lend you my stuff, but it won't fit you…Katara?" Aang turned to her, trusting that she would have some solution, as she usually did. Sokka's heart fell. Aang was only twelve, so of course his clothes wouldn't fit. Katara was fourteen, but tall for her age…and Sokka was skinnier than she was…So the logical course, as Aang and Katara seemed to have realized, was for Sokka to wear something of Katara's.

Crap. No way. There's no way I'm going to…

Some time later, after much arguing…

"Sokka, I know you don't want to, but there's no other way! We'll walk until we get to a village, and then you can stay with Appa and Momo while we go find you some new clothes."

Sokka pouted. "Fine. As long as I don't have to go into the village."

Katara rolled her eyes, and dug through her pack. She pulled out her loosest parka and matching clothes, handing them to Sokka. Katara turned around as Sokka pulled them on, wrestling with the unfamiliar fit.

Aang started giggling. Again. Katara turned around and joined in; Momo, on Aang's shoulder was chattering playfully, and even Appa seemed to be grinning at the sight of a cross-dressing Sokka.

Sokka sighed. It was going to be a long walk.

There! It's not very long, but I think (I hope..) it's a good start. I tried to make it funny...I'm no comedian, so I hope it worked...Writing from Sokka's POV is so fun! I tried to portray him as absentminded, rebellious, and a little bit perverted...Please read and review! Please tell me how you feel about his personality...I don't know if I should change it at all, or what...thank you!