Disclaimer: I do not own Avatar: The Last Airbender. Nickelodeon does. Who else would ship Kataang? :)

In a World of Crazy…

"Oh Zuko, I love you with a passion! I will leave my life in the South Pole behind for you! You are my life now!" Katara's eyes glistened with tears of joy. It was such a relief to get the weight of her secret love off of her chest.

A smile danced across the firebender's face. "I love you as well, Katara! My heart burns for you! Such a secret desire has burdened me for many a month, but now…I feel as free as a phoenix!" Zuko shouted jubilantly.

The couple embraced passionately, their joy radiating from every fiber of their beings. They broke apart, holding hands as they strolled elatedly into the perfect Fire Nation sunset towards the rest of their lives together.

The End

"Ugh, what a relief! I've never seen so much sappiness in my LIFE!" The earthbender shivered in disgust.

"Um, Toph?" Aang interjected nervously, afraid of offending his friend, "You've never seen anything."

Toph chuckled. "Just messin' with ya, Twinkletoes," she said with a wink. Aang blushed, making her laugh harder.

The Avatar scratched his stubbly head in mock confusion. "Where did you find this scroll, anyway? We're camped out on a beach!"

Toph grinned mischievously. "Well…I may or may not have confused Katara's bedroll for mine…"

"You don't even use a bedroll, Toph. You have to learn to lie better," Aang scolded playfully.

The two grinned. They had been repeating this ritual for the past week. Toph would sneak into Katara's tent, sniff out the scroll doused in a rather unpleasant lotus perfume, then scramble over to Aang's tent, where the two amused themselves with their friend's fantasies. Aang had been opposed to it at first – Toph suspected the remnants of his crush on the waterbender behind it – but had quickly come to enjoy Katara's poor plots and relatively repetitive storylines.

"We should start helping out around here, she needs more time to think up some new material." Toph giggled uncharacteristically girlishly. "What did you say this one was called?"

Aang grinned uncharacteristically evilly. "Fire and Ice – A Zutara Lovestory."

The two teens burst into a fresh bought of laughter. Aang actually fell over.

A strangled cry pierced the humorous atmosphere. The two froze.

"TOPH," Katara shrilled, "WHAT DID YOU DO WITH MY FIELD JOURNAL?"

Toph and Aang looked at each other, their petrified expressions mirror-images of one another.

It was one thing to steal someone's diary.

It was something else to read a stolen diary.

But it was another thing entirely to steal, read and mock a hormonal, moody, lovesick waterbender's diary. Especially when you were camped on a beach. During a full moon.

They were toast.

...Especially once Zuko found out.

Yes, it was short. But I'm worn out from dealing with family all day. Give me a break.