Spongebob- Fun song. This is a happy little short chapter.

(Mostly happy)

F is for friends.

U is for ukulele

N is for….what is for n for.

Bee pulls up to the curb of MickeyK's doughnut shop. "Lunch time," she says with a smile.

"Doughnuts, yum." The pink and purple neon sign on the front is blinking. The giant doughnut that used to stand on the roof is propped against the side.

"When did the sign fall off?" I ask.

"Sometime last week, during the ice storm, some kids knocked it off."

"How?" I wonder.

"Chain saw, a sauntering iron and fifteen snowballs," Bee winks.

"AND YOU GUYS DIDN'T INVITE ME?"

"Sorry Rocks; it was the night of your piano recital. Plus, me and Zuzu did it spur of the moment, anyway."

"Did the boss find out?" I questioned.

"No, we blamed it on the ice storm. That's what the snowballs were for," she grins foolishly, "Come on. I promised Zuko we'd drop in."

I'd met Zuko in the 4th grade. He was in 6th. Our parents did business together. It was his mom's funeral. He lives with his tyrant ass-of-a-dad and demented snob sister one street over and two houses down from me. I can see it from my roof. His dad won't give him squat, when it comes to money because of his "attitude," so he works here.

MickeyK's is a small place. It has got a couple purple tablecloth covered tables with mix-matched chairs and a long counter with a cash register and Zuko is snoozing on it.

"YO, Zuko wake up!" Bee yells. He jolts up right.

"What's up guys?" he says, one eye open.

"Toph joined a band and we're hungry."

"Really?" he sneers.

"Really," I convey sticking my tongue out.

"Who's?"

"Some guy named Jet. It's called the Freedom Fighters," I reply.

"Jet? Tall, dark hair?" he asks.

"Yeah."

"I know that guy. I went to school with him, before he got kicked out. He's trouble."

"And I'm not," I gawk.

"Not like him. Just be careful."

"Okay I will," I say, peering through the glass at the doughnuts.

"Got any apple fritters?"

"Yeah," he answers absently, "Left hand corner."

"Orange with sprinkles," Bee says, handing him a dollar.

"Apple fritter," I say laying the coins on the counter. I spin around aimlessly. "So how's Mai?" I ask deviously.

"Still with her parents in Aspen. She hates it."

"Why," Bee commented, "Flying down snowy slopes, shopping in over priced designer stores, and being trapped in a cabin with her family not her thing?"

We all burst out laughing.

"And I bet she misses you to bits," I tease.

"Aw, poor Zuzu is all awone," Bee adds mockingly.

Zuko just laughs and shakes his head, "You guys are a dynamic duo, if I ever saw one."

I bite into my fritter.

"How's captain angry pants and bitch-face first mate?" Bee inquires.

"He's currently not speaking to me because I spray painted Azula's coming out dress, black. He ordered me to pay for it. I said no; I don't have the money. So he kicked me out. I moved in with Uncle Iroh."

"I'll miss having you in the neighborhood," I nod and follow Bee out. The rain stopped at least.

"Come on," she says turning the corner into the alleyway. I hold her doughnut, as she grasps the gutter and pulls herself onto the roof, "Your turn, Rocks."

"Where did you come up with that nickname anyway, Bee?" I ask grabbing her hands, as she helps me up.

"Toph is a kind of sandstone. Sandstone is a kind of rock. Rocks."

"That sure explains things."

We crawl/shuffle over to our usual spot over the front door. It's the part of the roof that's most level. The both of us sit and chew silently for a few.

"I remember when we first did this," she states.

I grin, "F is for friends who do stuff together." She smiles back and joins in. "U is for you and me. N is for anywhere and anytime at all down here in the deep blue sea."

She sings the second verse. I have to say, I do like Bee's voice. It's sweet and calm and all that jazz, "F is for fire burns down the whole town. U is for uranium…bombs. N is for no survivors!"

"No," we say together.

I sing verse three, "F is for frolic through all the flowers. U is for ukulele. N is for nose piercing, sharing gum, and sand kicking here in the deep blue sea!"

"You know what?" I say, "I don't think we sing it right." We laugh till we suffocate, well almost.

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"Night Bee," I say climbing back through my window. I have Church in the morning, so I have to sleep for at least a few hours. Falling asleep in Mass is pretty embarrassing. Plus Mom yells at me when I do. The clock reads 4:12 as I flop in bed. I pull the overpriced Italian silk designer sheets over my head and dream of little sugarplums.

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But as God would have it, my cell goes off at 8:42. It's a text from Sokka.

It reads, "I have cancer. Call me."

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