A/N- Lo so, lo so. Sono due giorni di ritardo. Così I'll make it up a tutti voi dal distacco di oggi. (Translation- I know, I know. I'm two days late. So I'll make it up to you all by posting today.) Today was Italian. Otherwise known as one of the three languages of love. How appropriate!

Actually, I'm going to use some Italian in the story today. That'll be fun.

Speaking of the language of love, let's hear Aang's famous romance line in Italian- Baby, sei sempre la mia ragazza. (Translation- Baby, you're my forever girl.) Doesn't that sound smexy? XDDDDD

I might use that line actually. I dunno. Anyway, hope you like this chapter. R&R PLZUMZ!

Sneaking Out

Katara dug in her locker for her missing book that she needed for Chemistry that day. The teacher had specifically said that if a student didn't have their book, they couldn't participate and they'd receive a zero for that day. Anyone who received a zero would receive a detention. It seemed unfair but she couldn't think of a reason as to why it was leaving her defenseless and forced to find her missing book.

Although, that stopped mattering all together when a pair of arms wrapped around her waist and pulled her into someone's chest. She knew that that certain someone happened to be Aang and she smiled to herself stopping her search.

"I missed you." he said into her ear, his words tickling her skin.

"Aang, it's only been an hour." she reminded him with a giggle. He chuckled from behind her and buried his face in her shoulder, breathing in the smell of clean clothes.

"I know. I still missed you." he mumbled into her shirt, tightening his grip around her slightly. Katara turned so she could place a kiss on the side of his head.

"So what foreign language did you get?" she asked, going back to searching as he released his embrace and leaned against the locker next to her. He shrugged and grinned from beside her as she watched him, waiting for an answer.

"Italian." he said turning his head to look at her before refocusing on the lockers on the opposite side of the hall. Katara continued her search for the chemistry book, still having no luck.

"Awesome. I got French." she told him, shoving her binders aside with a grunt. High school was the home of the heaviest binders.

Aang turned so his shoulder was leaning against the lockers and he was facing her.

"French, huh? That seems to fit you." he replied with a bright grin. Katara stopped looking for a second so she could turn to face him, hands on her hips with an amused smile tugging at her lips.

"What makes you say that?" she inquired. He just shrugged.

"I dunno. It just…does." he replied. Katara snorted and turned back to her locker, digging through the top half where she kept her pencils and notebooks.

"Oh really, Angelo? Should I call you that now?" she joked as she reached into the back of the top shelf. Aang laughed sarcastically.

"You're hilarious." he replied, rolling his eyes with a crooked smile. Katara laughed.

"You love me." she insisted. She closed her hand around a book and pulled it out to find it was the one she needed for chemistry. She hugged it to her chest and turned her face upwards towards the ceiling whispering a thank you.

"Yes, I do. And that's why I want you to see something tonight. I'll sneak over at midnight and wake you up, okay?" he said, taking a step towards her. Katara raised a questioning eyebrow at her boyfriend.

"What's this about?" she asked, shutting her locker. Aang just smiled and winked at her.

"You'll see." he replied. "So are you okay with it?" Katara didn't even have to think about her answer.

"Totally." she agreed before heading off to chemistry wondering what Aang wanted to show her.

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Midnight took forever to come along, but eventually it arrived. Katara heard the clock downstairs chime twelve times and she felt her heart speed up as it did, anticipating the moment when Aang would come.

It took him twenty minutes, but just like he said, he knocked on her window and she rushed (quietly) over to it and threw it open. He was sitting on a large branch of the tree that conveniently led up to her window, soaked with rain water and smiling shyly at her, waving a little.

She stepped aside so he could climb in the window, closed it behind him and then turned to him, arms crossed.

"You're late." she said, a smile creeping up on her lips, regardless.

"Fashionably late." he corrected extending his index finger and pointing towards the ceiling a-matter-of-factly.

"Sure." she replied, smirking at him.

She noticed he was dripping onto her carpet, but she didn't really mind. He was pretty hot when he was soaked with rain water.

His hair stuck out at weird angles from under his trademark arrow hat which was black (How many colors did he have that hat in?) except for the blue arrow on it of course. His short sleeve, black, collared, button-down shirt was plastered to his skin revealing his lean, wiry form hidden underneath. His black shorts hung heavily around his shins and occasionally dripped the rain water they'd gathered, along with the un-tucked shirttails over the top of them.

Aang seemed oblivious to her admiring as he looked curiously around her room taking in his surroundings with fascination.

"What's with the black? You're not going Goth on me are you?" she teased. Aang chuckled a little.

"No. I just didn't want to get caught. Yellow isn't exactly a stealthy color you know." he pointed out. "Anyway, are you ready to go?" Katara nodded and took his hand as he led her to the window and out onto the tree limb.

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"Aang, WHERE are we going?" Katara asked. She was soaked, and they'd been walking for what seemed like forever. Aang had been smiling the whole time, obviously thinking about their destination.

He squeezed her hand reassuringly and flashed a smile at her as they continued down the rainy streets, going wherever Aang was aiming to arrive at.

"I'm not telling. How many times do I have to tell you?" he replied, laughing a little. Katara bumped his shoulder with hers purposefully.

"Are we almost there at least?" she asked, beginning to grow impatient.

"Yeah. Just a little bit more ways to go." he told her, leading her onwards. Katara sighed and let Aang take her closer to the place he desperately wanted to show her.

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She gave him a questioning look when he brought her to his guardian Gyatso's bakery, home of the famous Fruit Pie; AKA, their usual hangout.

"Aang, why are we at Gyatso's bakery?" she asked, looking at the tiny shop with skepticism. Aang just gave her a secretive smile and pulled out a key from his pocket, sticking it in the lock and turning it. There was a click as the lock opened. He stuffed the key back into his short's pocket and opened the door. He gestured for her to enter and she obediently stepped inside, watching him quizzically the whole time. She was dying to ask him a million questions, but she doubted that she would get a straight answer or even an answer at all. Instead, she let him lead her to the back where there was a little door.

She'd seen it before, but Aang had never told her what was behind it. He'd just smiled mysteriously and changed the subject. Now he was finally going to show her.

She was quiet as he led her towards it and opened the door. Then he took her hand in his and pulled her inside, his grin getting wider every second. Katara found his grin contagious and she found herself starting to smile as well. She followed eagerly behind him, her anticipation and curiosity growing with each step wondering what the thing he wanted to show her could possibly be. A plant? A pet? An invention? A book? The possibilities were endless. Aang was an unpredictable guy.

When they came to the corner of the small hallway, Aang suddenly stopped her abruptly.

"Close your eyes." he whispered. She did as he said, biting back the excited giggles bubbling up in her throat. He took her hand once he was sure that her eyes were closed and led her into the small room. Then he circled her until he was behind her and took hold of her shoulders, gently pushing her forward until she was standing in front of the thing he wanted to show her. He leaned close to her ear and she shivered when she felt his moist breath against her skin.

"Okay. You can look." he told her. She eagerly removed her hands and gasped at what she saw when she opened them.

In front of her was an easel with a large canvas on it. On the canvas was the most wonderful painting she'd ever seen. It was her and Aang hugging each other sweetly and gazing at each other adoringly. He'd painted a full body shot of them standing together with a maroon background behind them and at the bottom were the words, "Il mio amore per te."

Katara gaped at the masterpiece with a look of awe and whipped around to face her grinning boyfriend.

"You made this? YOU painted this?" she asked, totally shocked by this secret talent of his.

"Yeah. I know I pretended I couldn't draw, but I had to keep this as secretive as possible." he told her, referring to the time in art class when he'd drawn a deformed owl. Katara turned back to the painting.

"It's gorgeous, Aang. I love it!" she exclaimed. Then she turned again to crush him in a hug which he eagerly returned.

"I'm glad. I just finished it after school." he said. Katara stole a glance and noticed the words at the bottom.

"That explains the Italian." she said, smirking at him. He laughed and nodded.

"I thought it'd be more interesting that way." he said, shrugging.

"You know what they say, Italian is one of the three languages of love." she replied. "What DOES it say anyway?" Aang leaned closer so their foreheads were touching.

"It says, 'My love for you.'" he replied before capturing her lips in a kiss.

A/N- YAY. That was really long to type. BLARG. I hope you guys liked that one. I couldn't really think of anything, but I tried and came up with this. BTW, they're a little older in this one. They're like, 17 or something. Review please. Go on, press the button. I love me some reviews. If you're still reading this, you aren't listening to me. You still aren't listening. PRESS EET! :E