Katara
I leaned back, yet again, staring at Aang, wondering what he'd be like when he grew up. I mean, it's hard to imagine him as anything other than a goofy kid.
There were times. Like when he seriously thought about something, when you could see a little glimpse of the person he might become. I was a little afraid of this, actually.
I was afraid that this Aang, my Aang, the Aang that I had come to know and love, would only be him as a child, a passing faze, and that he would outgrow his love for games and fun, and become a deep spirit-type person who found joy in a solitary life of peace and meditation. This idea seemed almost ridiculous when applied to Aang, but you never know. People change. There was nothing to do but wait and see. Wait till he became a teenager.
I blushed as several unwanted images rushed through my head. I forced both the thoughts and the blush back. It would be interesting to see how Aang reacted to becoming a teenager. I mean, we all act differently when we hit that age and our bodies start changing. I know Sokka and I did.
Knowing Aang, he'd take it in stride. Shrug it off. Discount it. He would just accept that he was growing older, maybe a little sad that he was moving on from childhood. He would adjust, and simply accept all the changes his body threw at him. Most people try to stop it, speed it up, or ignore it. Katara wondered what his reactions would be. Like when he started growing taller, or when his voice cracked. When he got his first zit. Se laughed almost evilly. Maybe she would force Sokka to give Aang "the talk." She sure wasn't doing it.
She was afraid to loose the Aang she loved so well. But she eagerly awaited what the future would bring.
He he. First zit. It would be sentimental almost, if it wasn't a zit.