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Perfect Chemistry

The weeks passed and Aang and I grew closer and closer. We had him over almost every day. Actually, he basically lived at our house. He was gentle and kind. But he was also funny and smart. I could very easily say that he was quickly becoming my best friend.

Unfortunately, my relationship with Zuko was falling apart. We didn't talk much anymore. We didn't kiss. We didn't…

To be honest though, I was too afraid to break up with him. Until today.

0.o

I was walking around the campus during lunch, looking for Aang. I ate with him and my brother and everyone else now, but today Aang was nowhere to be seen.

I kept walking however, determined to find my missing friend. Finally, I heard a voice that sounded like his. And I heard Zuko's voice. I turned the corner in the direction of the voices, to find Zuko holding Aang up to the wall by his collar.

"Listen kid, you better leave my girl alone. I don't want you to speak to her, touch her, or even look at her. Got it?" Zuko demanaded menacingly.

Aang opened his mouth to speak, but then saw me. He smiled his small smile.

I was infuriated, however. I couldn't believe Zuko would do this! Tell Aang not to talk to me or even get near me. Zuko and I were barely even together anymore! Why would he care?

"We're over Zuko!" I glared at him.

His eye's sparked. Zuko yelled in anguish and threw Aang into the wall. The side of his head slammed into the brick, and he slid down, leaving a trail of bright red blood.

"Aang!" I screamed and ran over to him. I cradled his head in my lap and placed my hand on the side of his head. I immediately pulled back, my hand stained with blood. My breath was uneven and shaky. I pulled my jacket from my arms and pushed it onto the large gash on the side of Aang's head, in a feeble attempt to stop the steady flow of blood. I wrapped my arm around him and threw his arm around my shoulder, in the same fashion he had only weeks before. Heaving his unconscious frame up from the ground, I found it impossible to support his dead weight.

"Sokka!" I yelled, hoping that my brother was near. He came walking around the corner, stuffing his mouth with an apple.

"Hey Katara. What's u-" he tossed his apple to the ground, and sprinted over to me and Aang. "Aang, Aang!"

He quickly wrapped Aang's other arm around his shoulder, and we began walking towards the office. "What happened?" Sokka asked frantically, now holding the jacket to Aang's head.

"Zuko," I muttered, teeth clenched.

Sokka growled.

Toph and Suki came running over to us.

"Holy shit!" Toph exclaimed, seeing my blood soaked jacket pressed to the side of Aang's head.

Suki covered her mouth with her hand. "I'll go tell the office to call an ambulance," she raced in the direction of the office. Toph followed closely behind.

We continued walking, as I bit my lip. I heard a loud groan, and spun my head to look at Aang. He eyes were fluttering open. His hand that was on my shoulder tightened and I felt the blood constricting in my arm.

"Katara," he whispered into my neck, like begging me to take the sting away. It made me want to cry seeing him in this much pain.

Soon, we were walking into an ambulance. The paramedics set him on a stretcher and cleaned the four inch gash on the side of his head. When they swabbed the wound with antibiotics, he cried out in pain, and the hand that was tight in mine went limp. He had fallen unconscious again.

Six hours and twenty four stitches later, I was still at the hospital, holding Aang's hand. He hadn't woken up yet. As much as I wished to see his shining silver eyes again, I knew it was best that he was asleep during this. Sokka was there too, diligently watching over his best friend. The nurse walked into the room

"It's late. You two should get home," she said. "Your friend will be fine. You can see him tomorrow."

"I'm not leaving," Sokka stated, his gaze not leaving Aang.

"I'm sorry. But, I really don't think me or my brother can leave him," I told her, still stroking Aang's hand with my thumb.

The nurse sighed and walked out of the room.

0.o

Later that night my dad called from Iraq, where he was commander of a large battalion. He told us we needed to get home and go to school the next day.

While Sokka was happy to hear from dad, he was disappointed that we couldn't stay with Aang.

"See you tomorrow buddy," he walked out of the room.

"Get better Aang," I choked. I smoothed out his hair and lightly kissed his forehead.

I could have sworn that he smiled.

0.o

The next day went by slower than I could have possibly imagined. During lunch, everyone was unusually quiet, and not as happy as they should be on a Friday. It was filled with half hearted smiles and fake laughs. Even Toph couldn't find it in herself to make a sarcastic comment. Sokka was the worse however. I don't remember him saying a single word. On the bright side, Zuko was expelled.

Finally, the last bell rang, and Sokka and I zoomed to the hospital. We jogged up to the front desk. "Hi, is Aang Fa awake? He was in room 106."

The secretary looked at her computer and turned back to me. "I'm sorry. He's still asleep. But you can go see him if you'd like."

"Thank you!" I called back as Sokka dragged me to the room.

We resumed our previous places next to his bed. Seconds turned in to minutes, and minutes turned into hours. I took in every detail of Aang. The way the light played perfectly on his pale skin. His slightly untamed hair, and the way it flowed gently from his head. One may mistake for black, but up close, it was unmistakably dark auburn. His nose sloped smoothly from his eyes, which, when opened, were periwinkle grey and shone brightly against the sun's rays. His light pink lips were captivating.

It finally occurred to me that I couldn't live without Aang. I silently begged him to wake, as I held his hand with both of mine.

Sokka sighed. "It's eight thirty. I'm going to go to the cafeteria and get some food. You want anything?"

"Maybe a salad," I told him. "Thanks, Sokka."

He nodded and walked out. I sighed for what must have been the thousandth time that day. I gently placed his hand back down, and stroked his cheek with my thumb.

"Come on, Aang. Wake up," I whispered. As if answering my pleads, I felt his palm cover my hand. He smiled faintly and his eyes shone up at me. I was overcome with relief and, without knowing what I was doing, pressed my lips against his. I was afraid of his response, but was once again relieved when I felt him smile, and then move against my lips. The kiss was slow, and I was surprised when I felt his tongue cross the bottom of my lip. I eagerly parted my lips and cupped the uninjured side of his face.

I think I saw Sokka out of the corner of my eye. He gasped, but then smiled and walked quietly out the door. I inwardly thanked him, and then turned my full attention back to Aang. We finally parted when the need for air become absolutely necessary.

"Hey Katara," he smiled.

"I'm so glad you're awake," I grinned with teary eyes.

He scooted over in his bed and pat the spot next to him. I crawled beside him and laid down. He draped an arm over my waist and pulled me close. I buried my face into his neck and inhaled his scent.

"How do you feel?" I asked on exhale.

"It stings," he admitted. "But I'll be fine."

I wrapped my own arm around him. "I'm sorry," I mumbled into his shoulder.

"Why? It's not your fault," he answered and rubbed my back slowly.

"I shouldn't have broken up with Zuko when he was already mad, and you were- and he was holding- and…" I trailed off.

His fingers ran through my hair. "None of this was your fault. And I'm okay."

"But you were screaming, and, and unconscious, and," I sobbed into his chest. He kissed my hairline and engulfed me into his arms.

He held me firmly against him as my eyes were drained of tears. I looked up into his eyes. "Aang, will you be my boyfriend?" the words flowed from my mouth before I even realized it.

Aang chuckled. "Of course, Katara. I would love to be your boyfriend."

0.o

The weekend came and went. I was enjoying my time with Aang. On Sunday afternoon, we took him to our place.

But, now it was Monday, and we had school.

"Are you sure you'll be okay to go to school?" I asked, worried that Aang's stitches would act up during school, and I wouldn't be there.

He kissed my forehead. "I'll be fine."

"If you're sure," I sighed as we walked into Sokka's car.

0.o

Finally, it was lunch, and I could see Aang again. Today, there were other people at the table that we usually sit at, so Toph, Suki, Sokka, Teo, Aang and I decided to sit under a tree. Aang leaned up against the tree stump and wrapped an arm around my waist as we all sat and ate. Everyone was much more lively than they were the previous Friday. It was very humorous to watch Aang eat however. It hurt him to open his mouth too much, so he had to practically nibble on his salad.

"You would make a great hamster, Twinkletoes," Toph joked.

When we had fifteen minutes before class started, Aang and I began to walk towards out locker when we were stopped by Azula and Mai.

"So, I hear that you're the one who got Zuko expelled," Azula sneered.

"When have you even cared about Zuko?" I retorted.

"Oh, I don't," Azula smirked. "But I take any chance I get to annoy you."

"Come on, Katara. Let's go," Aang said quietly, as he gripped my hand tighter.

"Fine, fine. We'll let you go. But," Mai and Azula took two empty soda cans out from their backpacks. They threw them at our faces. Mine hit my forehead and I frowned. I looked over to Aang, and saw the can hit his stitches.

"Augh!" he crumpled to his knees.

I gasped and was by his side in a moment's time. I placed a hand on his back, and my other on his chest. He wasn't crying, he was just wincing and groaning softly. I flipped Azula off as I saw her and Mai smirk and walk away.

"Come on, Aang," my voice was shaky. "Do you want to go home?"

He didn't say anything. Just nodded. I helped him up and we walked over to where Sokka was still eating. They were all laughing at an unknown joke. Sokka looked over to us and his smile disappeared when he saw Aang cringing and holding his head.

"Shit," he muttered as he got up.

"Sokka, can you take us home?" I kept my arms around my boyfriend.

"Sure thing. Come on," he took Aang's backpack and led us to the school parking lot.

"Hey Sokka, could you get Toph to cover for us?" I asked my brother as Aang and I slid into the back seat. Sokka nodded and put the car in drive. Toph always had a way of finding excuses for anything and everything.

By this time Aang had pulled his hands away from his head.

"Hey," he said. He wrapped me into his arms. "Sorry you had to miss school. And thanks for taking us home, Sokka."

"Are you okay, bud?" Sokka's voice filled with uncharacteristic concern.

"Yeah, I just have a headache," he rest his head on top of mine.

When we were home, I helped Aang come into our house and Sokka drove back to school, just in time to make it to his class.

"You can sleep in my bed," I told him as he slowly reclined into my pillows. "Do you want anything?"

He chuckled. "Are you my personal servant now?"

"No," I smiled. "I just want to make sure you're comfortable."

"Well, I am perfectly comfortable. Thank you," he kissed my hand and closed his eyes. I pulled the covers to his chin and kissed him softly on the lips.

"Love you," I whispered.

0.o

Phew! Well, I hope you guys liked that. It's not that long, but it took me FOREVER. If you've ever gotten stitches, they really hurt! So, yeah. Kataang! Yay! Please review! just drop me a line. Thanks! Over and out.