Disclaimer: We've been through this before, I own nothing.
Author's Note: This story is dedicated to my sister. Also it's in honor of Valentine's Day. So Happy Valentine's Day!
I found the message on my pillow. It simply read, "Meet me tonight at 7:45, out by the lake. I'll be waiting for you." I clutched the note to my chest and spun around in my room, finally falling back onto my bed. I didn't know who had left me the message but it didn't matter, I had a meeting with a mysterious stranger.
I glanced over at the clock on my dresser it read 7:01pm. I gasped; it would take me at least 15 minutes to get to the lake. I leaped up and practically ran to the bathroom, I prayed the entire way there that my brother Sokka wasn't being stupid, and wasn't admiring himself in the bathroom. Luck was with me, he wasn't in there.
When I got back to my room my clock read 7:14. I now had 16 minutes to get dressed in some spectacular outfit that would wow my unknown admirer. I finally settled on a blue sundress. I snuck out the back door and started down the path that would take me to the lake.
'Kiss me out of the bearded barley
Nightly, beside the green, green grass
Swing, swing, swing the spinning step
You wear those shoes and I will wear that dress'
I when I reached the lake there was no one in sight; I sighed and sat down underneath a tree to wait. I stared at the water, the moon was reflected back on the still water. There were lightning bugs flickering everywhere, the overall effect was beautiful. I could almost swear that I could hear soft music in the background. I sighed again and wished that the person who'd left me the note would hurry up and get here.
'Oh, kiss me beneath the milky twilight
Lead me out on the moonlit floor
Lift your open hand
Strike up the band and make the fireflies dance
Silver moon's sparkling
So kiss me'
I didn't hear him sneak up behind, I'd thought that I was completely alone until he dropped the bouquet of daffodils onto my lap. I lifted the flowers up to my face, how had he known that daffodils were my favorite? I'd never told anyone that, scratch that I'd told one person, my best friend Zuko. But they couldn't be from him, that wasn't his handwriting on the note. On the other hand there were only two ways to get down to the lake, one was from my backyard and I didn't remember seeing anybody walk back here. The only other way was from Zuko's house, but it was long and confusing unless you knew the way.
'Kiss me down by the broken tree house
Swing me upon its hanging tire
Bring, bring, bring your flowered hat
We'll take the trail marked on your father's map'
I set the flowers down next to me and stood up, turning around, trying to find the person that had given me the flowers. I saw no one. Then I remembered the tree house that Zuko and I had built one summer. I found the old ladder and I started climbing up, thankful that I'd worn tennis shoes.
'Oh, kiss me beneath the milky twilight
Lead me out on the moonlit floor
Lift you open hand
Strike up the band and make the fireflies dance
Silver moon's sparkling
So kiss me'
Once there my eyes slowly adjusted to the darkness, but when they did, they settled on the last person I ever thought would get me flowers, Zuko. He was staring back at me, with an unreadable expression in his eyes. He was wearing the clothes that he'd been wearing earlier at school. He had a music playing softly in the background I knew that I hadn't been hearing things. I took a step closer to him as he took one closer to me. Now we were only inches from each other.
'Oh, kiss me beneath the milky twilight
Lead me out on the moonlit floor
Lift your open hand
Strike up the band and make the fireflies dance
Sliver moon's sparkling
So kiss me.'
He started to say something, but his words fell upon deaf ears, all I could think was that he liked me the way I'd liked him for almost two years. That my fondest wish was finally coming true, Zuko liked me! He liked me more than just as friends, I could hardly believe it. I put a finger up to his lips silencing him and said, "So kiss me." And he did.
