A/N- Hyvää huomenta lukijoille, tai ainakin se oli aamulla, kun olen kirjoittanut tämän. Vau, olen todella päivittäminen tänään! 8DDD Minusta tuntuu niin ... ei laiska! (Translation- Good morning readers, or, at least it was morning when I wrote this. Wow, I'm actually updating today! 8DDD I feel so...not lazy!) The greeting is Finnish today. LOLZ, I'm glad I could drag myself to the computer today. XDDDD

I want to thank you all so much for your reviews. You sure know how to build a girl's confidence. XDDD

Anyway, some things I should've said in the last chapter were, they're the same age. ^__^; Another thing is these one-shots will probably NOT be related. And BTW, overreacting really is spelled like this.

This one-shot is based on my real experiences with play Much Ado About Nothing by William Shakespeare. Although, I didn't have to kiss anybody. Actually no one did, but some of Aang and Katara's actions are based on things people in my class did. LOLZ I came up with this idea while I was watching an episode of Iron Man: Armored Adventures. It's my new obsession. XDDDD Avatar will ALWAYS be first in my book though. I hope you like the story. R&R PLZUMZ!

Overreacting

"Katara! You didn't tell me I had to do THIS!" Aang exclaimed, staring at the book he was holding with a look of shock. Katara laughed nervously and dug the toe of her shoe into the floor.

"I thought you knew about that already." she mumbled, grinning sheepishly. Aang shut the book and threw it on the table. He sighed and took a seat on the couch and rested his head in his hands.

"I can't believe it. Katara, you're my best friend! I can't kiss you!" he groaned. Katara was slightly offended by this and she crossed her arms, frowning at him from above.

"Well, I had no idea you thought it was such a DREADFUL option." she retorted, moving her hands to her hips. Aang's head snapped up at the accusation.

"What? No! I didn't mean it like that. Katara, you know perfectly well what I meant." he replied, slamming a fist down on a cushion for emphasis. Katara wasn't convinced though and she continued glaring at him.

"What's wrong with kissing me? You know, until now, I didn't think it would be so bad, but now I think I've changed my mind."

Aang clapped a hand to his forehead in frustration.

"Katara…"he protested. Katara turned away from him, her arms resuming their crossed position over her chest.

"Katara, you're overreacting." he said a little softer than he'd been speaking previously. At this, Katara spun around to face him again with a look of disbelief on her face.

"I'M overreacting? Who's the one who was like, 'Oh, I can't kiss you!' not two minutes ago? YOU'RE the one overreacting!" she snapped a little louder than was necessary. Aang raised an eyebrow at her when she'd finished yelling, proving his point.

"You were saying…" he said, sweeping a hand to the side to gesture for her to go on. She opened her mouth to protest, but only ended up closing it again. He was right; she was the one overreacting. He'd probably been worrying the right amount. After all, this kiss could start numerous rumors that neither of them needed. Then that would lead to other problems. Who knew joining the school play could induce so many social consequences?

"Okay, okay. You're right. I guess we're just nervous. But this is just a play you know; it's not real." she said, wringing her hands and biting her lip. Aang rubbed the back of his neck nervously.

"Yeah, just fake. Right." he muttered. Truth be told, he wanted to kiss her. He REALLY wanted to kiss her, but he couldn't because he was afraid that he'd get lost in his own fantasies and do something that would reveal his secret crush on her. He couldn't put her in that position. She just thought of him as a friend, or a brother. Though, he was beginning to have second thoughts about not telling her. It was almost physically painful to keep it bottled up.

"This is what we get for auditioning. I mean, I had no idea we'd get the parts of Beatrice and Benedict, but we should have expected that this would come from a romantic comedy." Katara pointed out. Aang nodded in agreement.

"And what kind of actors would we be not to go on with it? We made a commitment to this play Aang, and darn it, we are going to do this scene." she said determinedly slamming a fist into her palm, grabbing the book off the table, then plopping down beside him on the couch opening the book. She makes it sound like we're professionals, Aang thought to himself.

"Okay, say you're lines." Katara said pointing to the spot where he was to read. Aang hesitated a moment still trying to decide if this was the right thing to do, but then decided that he WAS going to do this. Katara was right. Mouth set in a determined line, he looked down at the book and followed to where Katara's finger lay on the page.

"A miracle! here's our own hands against our hearts. Come, I will have thee; but, by this light, I take thee for pity." he recited. Katara looked down to where her lines where written.

"I would not deny you; but, by this good day, I yield upon great persuasion; and partly to save your life, for I was told you were in a consumption." she said, her heart beginning to pound with anticipation of what was to happen next.

"Peace! I will stop your mouth." Aang said, concluding the speaking part. Then he quickly leaned toward her and pressed his lips to hers.

He expected her to sit there and not respond, maybe even pull away quickly, but he DEFINETELY didn't expect what actually happened. Instead of either of the expected, she'd tangled her fingers in his short dark hair and yanked his face closer, crushing his lips in a bruising kiss. He let out a little "MMPH!" of surprise in reaction to her response. His mind had completely failed him at that moment and he just blinked, sitting there like a statue, just watching her kiss him. He couldn't bring himself to respond despite how overjoyed he was.

When she finally pulled herself away, she stared at him, shocked at what she'd just done, her mouth slightly open making her face identical to Aang's.

"W-what…?" Aang tried to say, blush flaring on his cheeks, but no words came out. He had to bite down the goofy grin that was threatening to make an appearance. Katara tried to find an excuse for her reckless behavior, her eyes darting around the room nervously, her cheeks glowing pink.

"I-I just thought it should be more convincing. Your kiss was pretty soft, and it was a dramatic scene…so…yeah." she lied, laughing guiltily. She checked what time it was, trying to find an excuse to get Aang out of her house without being rude. It was 5:33.

"Aang, it's past 5:30. Gyatso will be mad if you don't head home soon." she murmured, beginning to wring her hands again. It took Aang a minute to comprehend what she'd just said, and he nodded when the words made sense to his fantasizing brain. He then stood up from the couch and shoved the book in his bag.

"Yeah, I better get going. See you tomorrow at school." he said, grabbing his bag and heading out the door. Katara mumbled a "Bye." as he closed the door behind him.

As soon as he was gone, Katara sunk down in the couch wondering what exactly had come over her. Why had she kissed Aang like that? Was he more than a friend to her? Did he like her? Should she ask? Should she tell him?

Whoa, Katara, calm down, she told herself. Aang's just a friend…right? Actually, she didn't know the answer to that anymore. Stupid play and its confusion inducing abilities. She banged her head against the arm of the chair.

Way to overreact Katara.

A/N- I feel happy inside now that this is finished. :3 I hope this doesn't sound nearly as stupid to you as it sounds to me. XDDDDDDD

ZOMG, that button is a little stalker! 8O I think it wants something. You better press it and make it happy, or the button mafia will come and shoot us all! Then we'll be sent up the river and sleep with the fishes! D8 PRESS EET! Please? :3 *blinkblink*