Wow. I'm normally not this punctual when it comes to updating. But i guess i'm bored and i have nothing better to do. Geez, i need a life. Well here's this. Next chapter should be up tomorow. Hehehe. i'm excited for my next update. Read and you'll see why

Disclaimer: Oh i wished i owned A:tla

That is what i truely want to dooooo

Cuz if i owned A:tla

I would know exactly what to doooooo

(goes to the oscar mayer song)

The sun was setting, another day without Aang waking up. Katara sighed and stretched –another day of not leaving his bedside. The medical nurse buzzed around, checking the youth's vital necessities. His whole body had shut down, doing nothing but breathing.

"Another long night, dearie. I left some clothes right there if you want to change out of those rags," the nurse said before bustling out again. Katara looked down at herself; the clothes on her body were almost in rags from the battle underneath Ba Sing Se. Aang's clothes were in even worse condition. She would have to buy him some more.

The girl got up, moving her tired legs, and walked over to where her clothes were laid out. She had a pale off white shirt, loose around the chest, but tight at the bottom of the waist. The pants were brown and white, which would run neatly down her legs to come to a tight cuff at her ankles. Katara would miss her old blue garments – the only thing besides her necklace that she still had from the water tribe – but she had no choice. She looked around; no one was there, and started to change.

It was when she was halfway dressed did the girl hear a small groan accompanied by a weak cry of, "Katara?"

She quickly covered any indecent parts and hurried to his bedside, pulling the remainder of her clothes on there. "Oh Aang!" she exclaimed, hugging him.

"Ow," the avatar whimpered.

"Never leave me like that again Aang, do you hear me?" Katara said, crying into his shoulder. Aang smiled sadly.

"It's good to have you back again too, Katara," he said, genuinely smiling at her as she pulled away. Things were already starting to look brighter for everyone.

Things were starting to look darker. Literally and figuratively. Sokka stumbled over a small stump due to limited vision, landing in the dirt near Toph who was leaning against Appa. The boy was too tired to move. Besides, it was too dark to see anything except the great white mass of Appa in the sea of night. Toph smirked and shook her head, mocking him.

Damn. Toph still was not talking. Sokka's voice had gone hoarse after talking to the girl for hours, but she had not cracked. No "eww" when he talked about his first kiss (in detail). No "aww" when he explained the day his mother died. Not even a peep. He knew Toph was stubborn, but this was intense.

The boy curled up, trying to fall asleep on the warm ground. Instead, the unlucky warrior got hit in the head by a tree cone as the wind blew the trees above them. "Spirits damn it," Sokka muttered, picking up the cone and chucking it at Appa (who responded with a low moan).

Toph looked at him questioningly. Sokka shrugged and curled up next to Appa, "The cones are falling out of the trees. I think the first day of spring is tomorrow," he explained in a mutter, drifting asleep among the white fuzz.

I was gone before Sokka awoke, although, truth be told, I did not want to move. I slept, almost in an upright position, my back against Appa. At some point in the night, Sokka's head had made it to my lap. Don't ask me how, its just what I found when I woke up.

At first I was disgusted and I shoved his head off me. It mad a satisfying "thud" noise when it hit the group. Didn't surprise me 'cuz his head is full of hot air. But as I laid there, awake in the early morning, I realized how comforting it was to have him there beside me.

But what am I thinking? Me? Being comforted by Snoozles? It wasn't the first time I had thought that, and it wouldn't be the last. I always managed to push him in the back of my mind whenever my pesky emotions got in the way. Besides, today was not a day to worry about boys. Today was a day made for me, and only me.

But still. I couldn't help but feel the urge to go back and sit there beside him.

Damn hormones.

Sokka stomach grumbled loudly, obviously awake before he was. The boy's consciousness followed soon after. The first thing he noticed was that he was hungry – it was always what was on his mind when he woke up. The second was that Toph was gone somewhere. Normally Sokka wouldn't care if she wandered around – she always said she could take care of herself. And if he heard Toph cry for help, he would have run to get her, like he always did.

But now was not talking. Was she really stubborn enough to uphold the rule if she was in trouble?

Probably.

The boy set out, cursing his older brother complex. It did not take him long to find her. Appa was perched on the top of a hill. On the east side of the clearing there was a downward hill of rocks and grass; it ran down the long hill. He only had been looking for the girl a couple minutes when he found Toph perched atop a small rock, halfway down the hill.

Sokka sighed, feeling stupid for worrying. Still at the top of the clearing, the wind blew, forcing a tree cone to skid across the ground, running straight into Sokka's bare feet. He looked down and kicked the menacing cone away, smirking as he watched it roll down the hill. That would show it; stupid cone. But as he looked back up, something caught is eye on the ground. At his feet, etched but a couple inches from him by doings of earth bending read,

Happy Birthday, Toph. 13 years. First Day of Spring.

Now that was a surprise. Sokka looked up at Toph, wondering what he should do with the news.