*Coughcough* I'm so totally not procrastinating on my homework and working on this when I should be working on that instead. D8

Anyways, I must, MUST give credit to my good friend OMG it's Rice who totally reminded me of a character to add in to this. 8O Man I feel stupid. But now I got a pretty good idea. XD

AND FOR THE LAST TIME, I DO NOT OWWWNNNN AAAANNNYYTHHIIIINNNGGG. T_T You're gonna make me cry again if you keep this up!

The next day at the coffee shop, everything seemed normal. Life went on, and it seemed as though the events that took place here yesterday had never existed. This time Katara sat in Aang's spot, drinking tea and waiting for his arrival.

"Hey," She heard Aang's voice as he crouched down.

She smiled back in greeting and leaned far over, taking his cheeks in her hands and kissing him on the lips. It was short and sweet, but passionate all at the same time. When she brought herself back, she giggled when he still had his lips out, expecting more. He blushed, pulling back as well after a few moments.

He was smiling goofily, but suddenly narrowed his eyes and pouted. "You took my spot."

She giggled again. "I'm not moving."

"Fine then." He grinned, moving over to sit in the chair she always sat in.

"Oh I see how it is. Take my seat, will ya?" She smirked.

He smirked as well, lounging. "Well, you didn't ask for it back, so ha."

"But I always sit in that chair. It's my chair, I called it." Katara said, trying to hold in a laugh.

"Who says?"

"Me."

He sighed playfully, getting up and approaching the nearest wooden chair.

Right before he sat down, though, she pointed at it and laughed. "I called that chair, too!"

Aang frowned and walked over to the next chair.

"Nope. Called that one, too!" Katara's stomach was hurting from laughing so hard.

Aang then approached a new one, a couple tables down and this time he didn't listen to her. He slowly started setting his bottom down on the wooden chair and she leaped up and pushed him off when he was inches away from sitting down. "Called that, too!"

Now Aang was laughing. "So then, your Majesty, where can I sit?"

"On the floor."

Aang furrowed his eyebrows at her.

"No mercy." She added, her laughing fit going down to giggles again.

Aang huffed, walking over in front of her comfy chair as she sat back down. He simply stood there for a minute and she nodded to him.

"Really?" He whined.

"Really." She said, smirking.

"Fine." He sighed and sat down on the stone-cold floor.

"Good boy." Katara giggled again.

"Now give me a treat." Aang said, resting his elbow on his leg and letting his cheek fall on his palm. With his free hand, he reached out.

"A treat, hm?"

Aang nodded, smiling eagerly.

Katara let out a breath. "Alrighty then. C'mere." She placed a hand on the back of his hair, closing her eyes and waiting until Aang closed his. Immediately he began to lean in as well, his lips slightly apart. Katara opened one eye and smirked.

And suddenly something was shoved into his mouth, something chocolate-y and sweet with glaze on it.

"A donut?" Aang's muffled voice said as he took that first bite out of it.

"Yep! You asked for a treat, didn't you?"

"Yeah, but…" Aang narrowed his eyes again at her. "Man, you're such a tease!"

Katara laughed. "Thank you very much!"

Aang grinned and she poked his head.

He tugged lightly on her hair-loopies and she blushed.

And then suddenly she groaned, throwing her head back against the chair.

"Aw, what is it?" He asked, raising his eyebrows.

"Oh, Katara!" A deep male voice called and approached. Aang knew the answer to his question automatically.

"What do you want, Jet?" Katara asked coldly, glaring up at him.

Jet sighed. "I knew I would find you here. I needed to tell you something… privately," He said, looking down at Aang who was sitting still but suddenly tensed at the mention of them talking alone together.

"Don't worry, Aang, it'll be fine. I'll be right back." Katara said softly, noticing Aang's panic and she pressed her lips to his rather firmly and for several moments, trying to make Jet understand. She coaxed Aang's mouth open a little more, just kissing him long and hard. Her lips tasted of chamomile tea.

She heard Jet sigh loudly, waiting impatiently.

Finally after a minute or so, she pulled away, leaving Aang completely dazed. "Okay," She said sweetly and innocently. "We can talk now."

Jet rolled his eyes and led her outside the café. Katara glanced behind her shoulder at Aang. He was blushing furiously, having never been kissed quite like that yet until now, and he was smiling like an idiot.

She smiled as well as she followed Jet outside the building.

When they were outside by the parking lot, Katara glared at him, leaning against the building's wall and crossing her arms.

"Alright, so what do you—"

Suddenly she felt herself being forced harshly on the wall and her wrists held tight against it, as well as Jet's pair of lips on hers in an instant. Suddenly she kicked him in the stomach, forcing him back.

"What do you think you're DOING?" Katara snapped and did not hesitate to slap him across the cheek.

"Katara, please! Forgive me for doing so, but you must realize—surely, you of all people must realize that I've… I've changed. I was a troubling person, a threat to everyone, but I'm not that kind of person anymore, I'm… I'm done with all of that!"

"LIAR!" She glared darkly at him.

"I'm not lying, I promise! Please… please babe, let's get back together… you're the only one that makes me whole. Please!"

"You know what you sound like right now? Do you really want to know?"

"Katara, I—"

"You sound just like a whiny, immature child that can't get what they want!"

"What do you mean?" Jet asked, trying to sound as innocent as possible.

"Jet, I believe strongly that you know exactly what I mean!"

"No, I—"

"I'm in love with someone else!" She yelled, clearly angered.

"With who? That… that kid? Katara, he is nothing more than that, a kid!"

"We're all kids, and he's more loyal and more of a friend to me than you could possibly imagine—!"

"You just said so yourself that he is viewed as only a friend to you!"

"I said he's more of a friend to me than you ever were and ever could have been… you monster! If I had known that you went stealing, cheating, smoking and drinking and having other girls kissing your feet a year ago, my views on you today would have not been any different!"

"Oh, yes, kissing at my feet, huh? Thank you for insulting me so severely, I never had other girls kissing at my feet back then besides you!"

"ME? ME! I NEVER kissed your feet those three months we were together, I was fiercely independent and happy on my own and I had a good reason to break up with you, you know I did!"

Jet got up close in Katara's face, pounding his fist at the wall inches away from her head. "What reasons?" He growled in her face.

"Your immaturity displayed so far in this conversation has made me realize that I had EVERY RIGHT TO BREAK UP WITH SOMEONE SO IDIOTIC AND CRUEL AS YOU!"

"So these are your final words to me, then?" Jet narrowed his eyes.

"You broke my heart, Jet, and only Aang was able to restore it to it's normal shape. But even with that happiness inside of me now, your evil presence still lingers and you need to get out of it! Get out of my face! Get out of my LIFE!"

Everything was silent, only the sounds of rain starting to pitter-patter in the streets as well as Jet's breath down her neck. Katara stared into his brown eyes, only filled with rage and loathing that was clearly never going to go away. It was made clear that whenever she saw his face, those emotions would appear in her eyes and it would scare him off.

He was already scared.

Never had he seen someone so strong-willed, and so powerful.

Jet's hands dropped to his sides and he stumbled a few steps back, into the rain as he watched Katara clench her hands into fists and walk away, back into the building. She just left him standing there in the pouring rain, and glanced behind to see that he was not moving, his hands only shaking.

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Katara immediately felt comforted by the peace in the coffee shop after what had just occurred. She saw that Aang sitting where he sat before as if he hadn't moved at all those several minutes.

"Hey Aang." She said quietly, taking her seat in the comfy chair. Her tea wasn't as warm anymore, but she didn't care as she stirred it quietly with the tea bag and sipped it.

Aang looked up. "I saw what happened."

Katara's heart stopped momentarily. "You… you did?"

"Yes."

"What did you see?"

"The argument."

She was still a little nervous, fearful that he saw the kiss as well. "And nothing else?"

"Yeah, why?" He asked curiously.

"Nothing. Nothing." Katara smiled, relieved.

"It looked very… intense," He sighed. "I'm so, so sorry Katara."

She raised an eyebrow in confusion at him. "For what?"

"That he… treated you so poorly. You deserve so much better." He frowned.

Katara sighed and stopped stirring the tea bag around. She set the cup down, brought both of her hands behind his head and tangled with his black hair, and kissed him as passionately as before the argument with Jet, but deeper and better. She felt him reach up and cradle her cheeks in his hands, kissing her back. This was heaven.

They pulled away slowly and both sighed in contentment.

"Seriously, Aang, don't worry about it. We're together now and that's all that matters."

"So what did you say to Jet?" Aang asked.

She exhaled deeply through her nose. "Let's just say, I think he's gone now." She leaned in to kiss him deeply once more, which Aang happily obliged.

Anyone find that argument between Katara and Jet familiar? =D

Yeah, it's kind of based on the clip in the (2005) Pride and Prejudice movie where Lizzie and Darcy argue. Such a powerful scene that was—I tried getting that kind of feel as well, but I don't think I succeeded a whole lot. XD Oh well. It was fun to write, nonetheless.

Next chapter will be updated soon. =)