A Dream Come True 5

MWAHAHAHAHAHAHAHA! Welcome to my story. This one is a bit longer than my other chapters :D

Disclaimer: Last time I checked, Mike and Brian were boys.

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At the sound of my yelling at my chains, the boy woke from his coma.

He was still quite drowsy from the loss of blood. "W-where am I?" He looked around in confusion, then, he spotted me. "Oh my gosh! What happened to you?" The boy asked.

"Well, I'm chained up." I retorted.

The boy rolled his eyes and swept the hair out of his face and flashed me a dazzling smile. Oh my gosh, is-is that...

"My name is Jet". The boy said, "I'm in because I stole a piece of bread."

I started to hyperventilate, "ohmygoshohmygoshohmygosh!

YourfrigginJet,leaderoftheFreedomFighters,I'mlikeyourbiggestfan! Jet looked at me like I was a Martian or something.

"Ok..." Jet said slowly, still trying to register what I had just said.

Trying to regain my cool, I looked him strait in the eye and said, "Y'know, you might want to bandage your side wound before you die of blood loss."

He looked down and was quite startled when he saw his wound and the blood pooling all over his pants and bare torso... Oh my gosh Bee! Don't look, personal privacy

"Oh my gosh!" Jet shrieked (yes, he did shriek). He quickly ripped off part of the bottom of his pants and wrapped it around his wound.

Bob-Fred-1 marched into the room haughtily; he glared at me, and jumped when he saw that Jet was awake. He ran out of the room screaming, "THE*******PRISONERIS*******AWKE!" He definitely needs to watch that potty mouth of his 'cause I'm going to make it so that he can't say another word if he continues blabbing his motor mouth at me... And Jet.

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It's been a few days since Jet came to. We got to know each other and we became good friends. We even shared some of our most embarrassing moments.

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"So Avi," Jet started, "Why are you here locked up in a cell? A pretty face like yours shouldn't be here in a rusty old cell."

I was taken back, I've been called pretty on a few occasions but when that escaped Jet's lips, I felt like I really was pretty. But I wanted to make sure that he wasn't just playing with my emotions.

I was about to retort when a guard came in. He was the only nice guard in the whole friggin' Fire Nation. "Hey Lance Ying, what's up?"

I said happily.

He waved and flashed a dazzling smile at me, "Hey Bee, the sky. Just kidding, I'm doing great, how about you?"

"I'm doing great," I replied sarcastically, "I mean, I'm just hangin out."

Jet looked at Lance Ying with confusion written all over his face,

"Avi, why did Lance Ying call ya Bee?" He picked up a piece of hay poking out of his cot and stuck it in his mouth.

Oh boy, I was hopping I wouldn't have to tell anyone else about my embarrassing nickname. "Well Jet, it's a long story..."

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"And that's why Lance Ying calls me Bee." I concluded.

Jet looked at me, then at Lance then at me again. Jet started to laugh like a maniac, "OH MY GOSH! THAT'S JUST EPIC!". He said between giggles and hiccups.

"Hey Jet." I said.

"Yes Miss Bee." Jet replied sarcastically, while bowing Shakespeare style.

"If you mention this story to anyone, I'll slit your throat once I get out of this heck-hole." I threatened.

Jet looked at me with surprise, "O-ok Bee, what ever you say."

Lance Ying cleared his throat, "Well Bee, how 'bout I get ya out of those horrid chains?"

My eyes practically popped out of their sockets, "YES PLEASE!"

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It took forever but Lance finally freed my fingers from their suffocating prison of chains.

"Thanks again Lance Ying." I praised him for the umpteenth time.

"No problem Bee, anything for the worlds best prisoner." Lance Ying chuckled, brushed his dark hair out of his face, flashed me another one of his dazzling smiles and left the room.

I sighed and rubbed my sore and blistered wrists.

"Sooo," Jet began, "Is 'Dear Old Lancy' your boyfriend or something?" He smiled deviously at me and wiggled his eyebrows.

Rage poured through me, how dare that brat make fun of me! "HECK

NO!" I took a few deep breaths to calm myself and then continued, "I Iike Lance Ying as a friend, and I am sure as heck that I am not dating him. I'm WAY to young to be dating anyone."

Is it just me, or did Jet just grin from ear to ear when I sad I wasn't dating 'Dear Old Lancy' but looked crushed when I said I was too young to date. He is so confusing... Wait, no, scratch that, BOYS are so confusing.

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Author's Note: Haha, a bit of Javi or Avet going on :D. Oh yeah, I made a name for this couple.

Smellerbee: You're so evil.

Alli: I know

- Alli P.