Well this is up later than i was hoping. I was going to try to get in up on sunday, but i just couldnt seem to finish it. And yesterday i was doing homework. Yep, i got homework on the first day of school. A lot of homework. So, today, since i have less for some reason, i decided i should finish this and post it with a warning before i go off to hate my algebra 2 homeowrk. Luckily its not taking up a lot of time yet.
Anyways, the warning is that i will be posting very irregularly from here on out. Hopefully i will be able to write and post stories every week or two, but no promises until i get a signifigant break. Right now i think that'll be in around eight weeks or so. So, until further notice, i will be writing very irregularly. Just making that clear. Homework is annoying, but sadly school is a priority for me right now, especailly since i need to pick up my grades. I know school just started, but yes, i finished only a small portion of summer work, and well, i might have to switch classes in a couple weeks, but i will try to pick up my grades. The teacher said that we could still pass the class, just unlikely get an A, but i dont know. We already had a test, for the book i didnt read no less, and i might be out sooner than later.
Sorry if you read all of that. You only need to read a couple sentences, but i tend to vent and ramble.
Okay...This chapter is call Arguments. I'll let you read why.
He wasn't sure how it started. He wasn't even sure why it started anymore.
It had been a routine thing. After their kids were sent off to bed, Aang and Katara would talk. That's just how it was. If there was any time, they could talk about anything, but somehow that talking turned into bickering to arguing to the verge of yelling. About half way through the argument, neither really knew what had gotten to them to that point.
Both were standing on nearly opposite sides of their room, Aang mostly keeping quiet until Katara stopped fuming. She dominated the argument of course, speaking her mind whenever, interrupting her husband if she felt she needed to get her point across. At that point he would listen, try to remember what they were talking about, and weasel his way back into the very one sided argument.
"Can we just talk about this in the morning?" That was the question that ended it. Katara snapped her mouth shut and glared at him, narrowing her eyes but not saying another word.
She promptly walked over to the bed, grabbed a pillow, and walked closer to him, extending her arm out. He eyed her face, which was completely blank, except for her dangerously blue eyes, and then the pillow in her hand before asking, "What's that for."
She shook her head, but her expression didn't change, "You're sleeping on the couch. See you in the morning."
Aang didn't need another word from her to understand that she was in no mood to talk anymore. Her eyes themselves were enough to make him want to crawl under a rock until she forgave him, even though he technically hadn't done anything wrong.
He grabbed the pillow from her, shifting it in his hands as he uncomfortably stood there, and she just stared at him. He smiled sheepishly at her, but her accusing eyes never left his, and he took a deep breath, "Katara, I think we should-,"
But she cut him off, pointing to the door, "Out."
"But Katara," Aang tried again, put she still was pointing to the door and glaring at him.
"Now."
Without another word, the airbender sighed in defeat and left the room, closing the door behind him and slowly walking down the hall, dragging the pillow behind him. He made his way to their living room, knowing Katara needed some time to sort things out herself before talking to him next. Really, that could take anywhere from five minutes to a week, but he didn't bother extending that time by staying and starting again. He needed the time alone too.
He smiled a bit when he heard Bumi's snoring as he passed his five year old son's room, wondering how Kya and Tenzin were able to get to sleep so easily.
Aang dropped the pillow on the edge of the couch and flopped down onto the uncomfortable cushion. He lay on his side for a while before rolling onto his back, then on his other side. They really needed a more comfortable couch. He had to change his position several times, but once he was finally comfortable, he heard a voice from the doorway and immediately sat up.
"Daddy? Why are you in here? Is everything okay?"
"Everything's fine Sweetheart. Your mom and I just have different opinions tonight." He noticed the grimace that had crept its way onto his daughter's face, "Why are you still up?"
"Bumi's snoring and I just went to get a cup of water. So what's wrong with mom? You two never fight. It has to do with the broken vase, doesn't it? I'm telling ya, I know nothing," she said, putting her hands up in defense.
"What broken vase?" he asked, eyeing her suspiciously, but she just gave a sheepish smile and he motioned for her to come closer, "We'll deal with it in the morning. To tell you the truth," he said, rolling onto his back for a moment, "I don't know what happened. One minute we were fine, then the next, I have to sleep here."
Kya yawned, which didn't go unnoticed by her father, "It's okay Daddy. She'll forgive you by morning. Trust me."
He chuckled a bit, "Since when are you the relationship expert? Anyways, you should probably get to bed," motioning for her to come closer and hugging her, kissing the top of her head.
Kya sighed dramatically before standing up, pausing to turn around and kiss him on the cheek, "Goodnight Daddy."
Aang smiled as she exited the room, "Goodnight Sweetheart." He sighed before rolling onto his back and turning his attention to the ceiling, wondering if he would be able to sleep.
It wasn't much longer before he was on the brink of sleep. He didn't take any notice of the person who entered the room until she was lying next to him, her face only inches away. She had dragged a blanket with her and was holding it tightly against herself while also draping it over him.
He opened his eyes slowly, only to be met with the same glare they had given him earlier. He gave her a small smile, and was about to say something, but she interrupted his train of thought. Still glaring, she saw him take a breath and said, "Shut up. I'm still not happy with you right now, but I can't sleep without you."
He gave a small chuckle, "But you aren't mad anymore?"
Her eyes softened a bit, and she gave him a sad smile, "I can never be mad at you."
He smirked at her, "I beg to differ," but then he was surprisingly more serious, "What were we even fighting for?"
"I don't know," she said with a shrug and a sigh. She pushed him farther back in the couch, trying to make herself comfortable. "We'll talk about that in the morning. Can we go back to our bed now?"
Aang yawned, shaking his head at the suggestion, "If I remember correctly, you told me I was going to sleep on the couch. I'm going to serve the full sentence if you don't mind. Besides," he grinned, "I'm completely comfortable. You can get back to bed if you want."
The waterbending master narrowed her eyes at him, but smiled sincerely for the first time since they had started talking, "Then I hope you don't mind the company, because I'm not going anywhere."
"I don't want you to," he replied with a smile, and she smiled back.
So i guess most things i write tend to have a happy ending, but when i write, i do intend for things to stay unclear on some level for some reason. It's just how i write. Sometimes i will make sure it's very thorough and you know exactly what's going on with each character, and others, like this, leave a lot unsaid. Dont worry, i do not do that for a reason. It's just what my brain is telling me to write.
Anyways, i realized i type anyways too much. I will try to work on that...Hope you liked the story, sorry for such long author's notes, and thank you for reading. It makes me happy that people enjoy these little stories. By the way, i think the reason i cant write is because i have been listening to the song Little Wonders, by Rob Thomas, so much, but wasnt listening to it until just a little while ago when i finished the story. It's so weird, but i feel as if the song fits the story of the gaang, and even these little stories, so i listen and write and well, this is what i get.
Sorry, next time i will try not to write so much here...Anywho, (see what i did there) thanks to people for reading, and anyone who reviews, and anyone who shares the same tragety that is homeowrk. Just know you are not alone! Ciao