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Also, I forgot to mention that the characters will be a tad bit out of character, but that's what happens when characters are in an alternative universe and are older.
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I sit on the couch across from Aang as we continue to watch the news. They keep saying the same things over and over again, but we still watch. I'm unsure of what to say to him or what we should do while we're here. I look over at him and realize that he just asked me a question.
"I'm sorry," I say. "I didn't catch that."
"I asked if you were hungry." He smiles.
Just as I open my mouth to answer, my stomach growls loudly. The two of us stare at each other for a moment before laughing loudly at the awkward moment.
"I'll take that as a yes."
He gets up and I follow him as we walk into his kitchen which is just as beautiful as the rest of his house. It has the same antique décor that the other rooms did, but it has a lot of new appliances as well. His home is amazing, but it doesn't seem like the type of house for someone in their twenties to live in. Let alone someone in their twenties who doesn't have a wife and kids. This house is built for a family or for old people.
"Your house is beautiful, but if you don't mind me asking," I begin. "Why are you living here?"
"You mean in the house or the town?" He asks as he pulls out a pan and places it on the stove.
I think for a moment. "Both, I guess."
"This house belonged to my Grandmother who left it for me in her will two years ago."
"I didn't know you had a Grandma that lived here."
He shrugs. "Neither did I," he says. "Apparently, she didn't like the fact that my Dad married my Mom so she stopped speaking to them after the wedding. She didn't find about me until after the accident and she never liked Gyatso either so I guess she decided to make up all the years of not knowing me by leaving me a house."
"And you just found out about this two years ago?" I say. "Why didn't Gyatso ever tell you?"
"He said that he didn't feel the need to," he says. "That my parents didn't want me to know."
"So, that's why you moved back?" I ask. "To get the house?"
He nods.
"What about your job in California?"
"Turns out it wasn't really for me," he says. "I'm working as the music teacher at the elementary school now."
"That sounds great," I begin. "You were always good with kids."
"Yep," he says before turning to me. "What about you? Are you still working in New York?"
I sigh deeply. "Unfortunately, yes."
He frowns. "Why do you say that? I thought you loved your job."
"So did I, but honestly for the past two years I've felt like it's just not right for me. You know?"
"I understand," he assures. "That's how I felt in California. Like I didn't belong. Like it just wasn't home."
"Exactly."
He turns back to the stove and I sit down at the table. I'm not sure what he's cooking, but it smells good. Feeling much warmer now, I remove my coat, scarf, and gloves and set them in the chair to my right. After a few minutes of silence, Aang walks over to the table and sets a plate and a glass of tea down in front of me.
"Grilled cheeses?" I question with a smile.
"And tomato soup," he says as he set down the bowl and his own plate and glass.
Smiling, I tear off the corner of my sandwich, dip it into the soup, and take a bite. "This is delicious," I moan.
He smiles and begins to eat his own sandwich. I smile back and tear off another piece of my sandwich. While attempting to dunk it into the soup, it accidentally drops into the bowl. The soup splashes all over Aang, covering his face in the in the sticky tomato soup.
"I'm so sorry," I say, stifling my laughter.
The corner of his lips twitch and I know he's trying not to smile. I hand him the napkin and lose my resolve. My laughter echoes through the room as Aang smirks at me.
"You think this is funny?"
"No," I say. "I think it's hilarious."
I continue laughing until I'm hit in the face by a glob of tomato soup. Shocked, I wipe it from my eyes and look at Aang who's eyes are beginning to water because he's laughing so hard. I glare at him before smirking and jumping to my feet. I throw a handful of tomato soup at him that hits him right in the face. Pretty soon things turned into an all out food fight. Soup and chunks of grilled cheese flew across the room until there was no more left.
"Okay," I pant. "I say we call it a truce."
"I agree," he breaths.
As I look at him, I can't help, but laugh. He was covered in soup and had a few chunks of cheese and bread in his hair. He soon begins to laugh with me. I take a step forward and lose my footing on a soggy piece of bread, sending me tumbling into Aang. I shriek as the two of us fall to the ground. When I open my eyes and look up, I realize that I'm laying on Aang's chest. His grey eyes meet mine and our lips begin to drift closer to each other. I feel his cool breath against my cheek as he lures me in.
Woo, let's get it on. Ah, baby let's get it on.
Aang groans and I roll off him awkwardly as we stand up. He grabs his cell phone from off the counter next to the sink and answers the call.
"What is it Sokka?" He asks in irritation.
He waits for a minute as Sokka speaks to him before replying. "Listen, I can't really talk right now."
I shift my weight from one foot to another in discomfort as Aang tries to get Sokka off the phone. Once he's hung up, I turn to him and speak before he gets a chance to.
"You mind if I go take a shower?"
He shakes his head and shows me where the towels are and how to work his complex shower head before leaving me alone in the bathroom. I lock the door and sink down to the floor. After taking a few deep breaths, I turn the water on and strip of my filthy clothes. The warm water cascades down my body as I step into the shower. I take my time washing the soup from my body and cleaning my hair in hope of delaying my next encounter with Aang. I'm still a little dazed from our near kiss as I step out of the shower and wrap the towel around my body.
"Shit," I curse under my breath as I realize that I left my suit case in the trunk of my car, not thinking I'd be needing them any time soon.
As I frantically look around the bathroom for something decent, I hear the TV turn on in the living room. After a few minutes of searching I just give up all together and decide to ask Aang for something to wear. I wrap the towel around my body a little tighter and step out of the bathroom. Aang's voice drifts from the living room as I walk down the hallway.
"I'm not so sure about this Sokka," Aang says. "What if Katara…"
He trails off and I continue towards the living room. I stop just around the corner where he can't see me, but unfortunately one of the old floor boards creeks under my feet. Fuck, I have the worst luck. Aang stops talking and I walk around the corner with my head down.
"I'll have to call you back," Aang whispers and ends the call.
I feel his eyes on me, but I refuse to look up. "I, um, need some clothes."
"Oh," he says and stands up.
I follow him to his room where he hands me an old t-shirt and some pajama pants of his. I mumble a thanks as I scurry back into the bathroom. My blue bra doesn't have any soup on it so I slip in back on before sliding the t-shirt and pants onto my body. The clothes are kind of big, but it's better than nothing. I laugh as I look in the mirror and realize the shirt I'm wearing has our high school logo on it.
"I'll put those in the washer for you," Aang offers as I walk out of the bathroom with my dirty clothes in hand.
"Thanks," I say.
He takes the clothes and carries them off while I take a seat in the living room. I hear water running and realize Aang is taking a shower. The news is still on and I don't bother to turn it as I lay down on the couch and fall into a deep sleep.
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Dang, you could cut the sexual tension with a knife. XD (Also, whenever you see lyrics in italics it means a cell is ringing. For example, when is says Whoo, let's get it on. Ah, baby let's get it on. That's Aang's ringtone that Sokka set for him every time he calls.)
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