Kiss and Tell
Ziggy's Corner: My Fourth Avatar story, and like A Mid Winter's Romance, I've Kissed A Girl is also a romance. I hope you enjoy it.
"You so have not!" Katara snapped at him. She smiled and almost chuckled at his persistence.
"How can you be so sure?" her brother Sokka snapped. He ran his hand over his brown hair and turned away from her, his heart pounding. "Why would I even lie like that?" he smiled and squinted his eyes, swirling on his heels, "Answer me that," he began, his jaw dropping as he watched her walk away. "Hey come on," he wailed, waving his arms, you just can't walk away when I'm about to win the argument!"
"Grow up, Sokka," his sister snapped. She turned to her brother and looked at him deep in his eyes. She smiled again and shook her head. "I just can't see it," she said. "When did it happen, and who was it that you kissed?"
A lump formed in his throat, and he began to blush. Thank God Aang's not here right now. Just at that second the boy avatar returned and looked at his two best friends.
"What's going on?" he asked, looking at Katara.
"Sokka say's he's kissed a girl," she giggled. "Isn't that funny Aang?"
The wind seemed to pickup and blow around them, crickets chirped loudly as the boy stared at the girl. "Not this again," the avatar sighed. He looked over at the poor boy warrior who blushed further and averted his gaze. "Come on Katara, leave him alone."
The girl's mouth dropped and she took a step back. "What! Aang," she squealed. Sokka's face turned back to normal for a moment and he began to laugh.
"Ha, Aang's on my side with this," he roared triumphantly at his sister, thrusting a finger in her direction.
"He is not," she squealed. She turned a very bitter glance at the avatar and narrowed her eyes, the sun making her tan skin glow golden. "Tell him, Aang," she hissed.
"Look, I'm not on anyone's side," the boy said, holding up his arms. "It's just that I know what he's going through." The moment the words slipped through he started blushing, and turned away.
Both of his friends gawked at him, staring at each other. There was a moment of a possible teasing for a second, but as Aang sat on the soft yellow sand, and sighed. Sokka stepped for him first, but tripped on a rock, collapsing face first into the sand. That made the young avatar giggle for a few seconds, and gave Katara the time she needed to get to Aang first.
"What's wrong?" she asked, gently squeezing his shoulders. Her bright blue eyes studied him, as if trying to find a way to dig into his soul, and they seemed to shimmer with hope as his dark chocolate brown ones reflected their gentleness.
"Well … you won't make fun of me if I tell you, will you?" he asked.
The girl sat at his side a few minutes longer, until her eyes grew wide and she gasped. "You too!" she shook her head, no it couldn't be right. Aang, and air bending monk? He'd kissed someone.
"Um, Aang, kissing your mom doesn't count," Sokka said, trying to elevate the tension. A second later, a very bitter Katara knocked him to the ground with a coconut to the head.
"He's just kidding, Aang," she said sweetly.
"Yeah, I know," he said in a hoarse voice. "Besides I never knew my mother, or my father. As soon as the air monks were sure I was special, they convinced them to give me to the temples."
"That must have been terrible," Katara groaned, narrowing her eyes.
"I guess, but I had Gyatso, and my friends," he looked at the large white bison and smiled. "Like Appa."
Katara giggled as the bison bleated his love for the avatar and his new friends and flashed slimy teeth at them all.
"So wait," Sokka said, recovering from unconsciousness. "Are you tell me, out of the three of us, Katara's the only one who hasn't been kissed?" Humor racked his voice and he fought the urge to laugh. "Ms. If You Kiss Someone You'll Find Your Better Self?"
"I've kissed someone," she said under her breathe, as she lowered her head. She turned to look at the two of them, and saw their jaws drop.
"You've been kissed?" he railed, fling his arms up. His eyes widened and he seemed to flush. "Who's the freak who had the guts to put his lips on my little sister?"
"Oh come on," she roared, "why is wrong for me to be kissed but okay for you to supposedly be?"
"Because guys are creeps who will take advantage of young girls, just to get what they want, that's why."
Aang considered stepping in between them, but there were times he knew that wouldn't solve anything. He just sat there in the sand, watching them go at it, for a few minutes more.
"If that's the case," she roared back, "then I feel sorry for the girl who decided to give you a sympathy kiss."
"Oh now, that's just below the belt," the boy snapped.
Katara stormed over to her brother and hissed, "I'll show you, below the belt."
"Okay, okay, whoa," Aang said, rushing to his friends, his "family", and pushed them apart with gentle guff of wind. "Look, bitter words aren't going to solve anything. If we're going to get passed this, then it's time we tell our stories." Both of them gasped, and felt the blood rush from their skin.
"You mean, 'Kiss and Tell'?" Katara groaned.
"Unless you really want to go fist to fist with each other, and condemn the world to an eternity of slavery," the boy said with a smile. They looked at each other and back at him. "I need you both, if you deck it out, I won't be able to save anyone. He smiled again and crossed his arms. "So what's it going to be? I'll," he gulped, his bravado slowly slipping away, "I'll even go first."
They looked at him for a few more minutes, back at each other and then with twin sighs, sat in the sand and stared at him as he sat on an old log, rubbing his hands.
"Okay, so here it goes," he said.
So, what do you think? It will be interesting to see if this story gets as many reviews as A Mid Winter's Romance. Review and let me know, review, review, review!