Chapter One

Weighing.

Sokka POV.

you know the drill, roses are red, voilets are blue, I don't own avatar and neither do you.

I walked though the city, people bustled here and there, buying and selling goods. But I was on a mission, I had to get weapons, since we had lost most of them in our last battle against a band of Fire Nation slaves. I spotted a promising store and walked in. A girl with long black hair tied into small buns at the top of her head turned and faced me as I walked in.

"What business do you have here?" she asked, I noticed that her voice was not harsh, but melancholy, depressed.

"Oh, me?" I said sarcastically. "I'm just looking for some flowers for my sister. I thought this place looked promising."

Another girl wearing pink behind her giggled, and the girl in front of me rolled her eyes walking away. I shook my head and headed over to a rack of swords. I picked a few up and weighed them each in my arms. After a while, the girl in pink came over. And started weighing them herself. I watched her pick it up and clasp it strongly then bounce it up and down really fast.

I held back a laugh, feeling my face turn red.

"What?" She asked, noticing my amusement.

"You don't know how to weigh a sword, do you?"

"I do too!" she cried defensively.

"Right," I said rolling my eyes. "And I know how to fire bend!"

The girl frowned and crossed her arms. The sword still in her and tucked under her shoulder. "Fine, then how would you weigh a sword mister smarty pants?"

"You have to let the sword guide you," I said and walked around her. I placed my arms under hers. "If your arms hurt from holding the sword too long, then you'll be unable to fight with it, all you need is for it to just be in your hands, you don't need to grasp it like you're doing now." I uncurled her fingers, but she was still tense holding the sword. "Relax…" I said, and she did so. She looked up into my eyes and I looked right back. Her eyes, they had to be the most beautiful things I had ever seen, I felt my heart rate speed up, as I gassed down into them, her eyes where brown, like sweet chocolate. And the most amazing thing about them was that they where pure brown, they didn't have any weird rings or spots, just brown, I was lost, I had no idea how long I just stood there looking like a fool staring into some random (and obviously fire nation) girls eyes, but before I knew it. The moment was gone.

"Ty Lee, what on earth are you doing?"

I felt someone drag me by the color and shove me to the floor.

"Get off of her you low life, peasant, scum."

"No, wait!"

I heard them walk away. I got up, just in time to hear the door to the shop close.

"Yeah, I think highly of you too!" I called back angrily and wiped the dirt from my fall off of my clothes.

Sorry it's short!

Love and Peace!

-Natasha