A/N: A collection of stories focusing on how others feel about Aang and Katara.
This chapter came to be due to popular request. Enjoy! ;D
Disclaimer: I do not own Avatar: The Last Airbender or any of the characters in this story.
Last year, a group of unusual kids visited the small village I lived in. Avatar Aang and his friends decided to visit our local fortune teller. My, he was so cute. And he had big ears, and coincidentally, my future husband would have big ears! Plus, his name rhymed with mine. We were made for each other. Or so I thought.
Aang didn't love me. He wasn't in love with me at all. I stalked him to get him to see me in a different light, but that didn't work. He was too obsessed with that… with that… floozy! And that made me mad.
I didn't mind that he wasn't in love with me. I perfectly understood. But I was mad that she didn't take advantage of his affection. I knew she liked him back. But he didn't know.
Instead of admitting to him her feelings, she acted uninterested. I think she used her brother's advice. Doesn't she know that doesn't work on guys? Not that stalking them works either, but you get my point. She ignored him and it upset me that she wasted his love. Why did she act like she didn't care? What was wrong with her?
Katara could have had her fairy tale ending by loving back. But she was so scared and it wasted hers, his, and my time. Why did he even care about her?
I became so angry, that I threw my favorite doll that my mom gave me against a wall. I shattered the glass doll, an antique, thinking about them. I hoped I never saw the Avatar and his friends again. Just thinking about her wasting a perfect opportunity was enough to make my teeth chatter and my fists shake.
She was in love with him, and he was in love with her. It was a simple set-up. So why did the floozy add complications?