Aang decided to go to the bonfire despite the heavy feeling in his heart. It was unlike him to fight and say such cruel things, but Katara was being completely irrational. Of course, he knew his Acolytes adored him, but it was completely a chaste relationship. He couldn't believe Katara was jealous of Ming. Of course, Ming was pretty. She had cute hair, nice eyes, and a good shape. But she was nothing compared to Katara. Katara had the most beautiful, lucious hair of anyone he knew. Her crystal blue eyes twinkled in any light, and reminded him of the deep icy waters surrounding her tribe. And don't get him started on her shape. Her curves were perfect in every way, making him constantly forget he was a Monk and sometimes making him wish he wasn't. Overall, Katara was perfect. Even so, it was her sweet, caring demeanor that made him fall in love with her four years earlier, not her dashing looks. Katara could light up anyones day just by talking to them. She made the best out of every situation, and always made Aang feel calm and cool in the heat of any conflict. Not to mention, she was the only person who could successfully pull Aang out of the Avatar State. Sure, Ming was nice. But her kindness was laced with an edge of fake-ness, causing Aang to wonder if Katara wasn't that far out of line. But Aang pushed the thought aside, knowing that his relationship with the Acolytes was nothing to be jealous of. He arrived at the central meeting area where wood was already being gathered.

"Great job, everyone!" Aang forced himself to smile. The few Acolytes present acknowledged his presence with a bow and continued working.

As the night drew on, more Acolytes arrived, each bringing a pillow to sit on. When mostly everyone was accounted for around the pile of wood, Aang decided it was about time to light the fire.

"Alright everyone, time to get things started!"

"Oh, but Avatar Aang!" Penelope piped. "Where's Master Katara?"

Aang tried to hide the pain in his voice and resulted to a nonchalant tone. "She wasn't feeling very well."

"Aw. That's too bad." Ming sighed loudly. Aang decided to ignore this. He turned to the wood pile and went into a firebending stance. He breathed air from his lungs and shot fire from his fist. The wood caught fire and burned high. The group cheered. Aang found himself an empty area and set himself down on an air scooter.

"Well, this has been a great year so far. Everyone continues to impress me with their knowledge and capabilities. I am so proud of everything you have done." Aang shifted himself uncomfortably. "When I lost the Air Nomads, I was so broken. I didn't think I would ever be happy again. But you guys have showed me, contrary to popular belief, that there can be non-bending Air Nomads. And for that, I am so grateful." Aang raised his cup of moon-peach juice that he had been giving. "To new beginnings!"

"To new beginnings!" The Acolytes repeated, raising their cups as well.

Many different Acolytes had brought instruments, for music was a crucial part of the Air Nomad's life. They had been taught traditional Nomadic pieces and played them at the various parties. This bonfire was no exception. Every Acolyte that had brought their instrument was playing as many people danced. At first, Aang laughed and danced with the group, but decided that it wasn't worth it later. He still felt terrible deep inside. He wished things could have gone differently. But they didn't. Katara had jumped to conclusions and showed that she didn't trust Aang at all. He loved her, and she couldn't trust him to be alone with another girl for five seconds. Aang wanted Katara to see it his way, but she was too stubborn. Suddenly, he was outraged. He shoved past a bunch of kids dancing and headed to Katara's stream to meditate. It was his second time today, but it felt necessary. He needed to clear his mind and cleanse himself of the rage inside. All the rage built up inside was not good. He sat down and folded his legs, placing his fists together. He closed his eyes. Slowly, Aang seeped into meditation. His thoughts, worries, and accusations flowed away down the stream. The material world around him felt separate as he focused on his breathing. He inhaled slowly and exhaled slowly, causing his mind to react positively. All he needed was a few more breathing exercises, and he would be back on track. But he stopped when he felt hands on his shoulders. They began massaging deeply, rubbing into his knots and tearing away at his stress.

"Katara. I'm so glad you're here." He smiled, eyes still closed. Slowly, he felt tiny kisses starting from his shoulders, creeping up his neck, tracing his jawline, and landing at his lips. But when he seeped his mouth into her's, it didn't taste like Katara. His eyes flashed open to find himself locking lips with Ming. He pulled back and screamed, standing up immediately.

"What the hell, Ming! Why did you do that?"

Ming frowned. "What? You didn't like it?" She stepped closer to Aang and put a hand on his chest. "You seemed to be enjoying it."

Aang stepped back, pushing her hand away. "How dare you? I am your teacher. And I am in a relationship with Katara. You know that!"

"So what, Aang? She doesn't have to know. No one does!" Ming stepped close yet again and placed her hand on Aang's upper thigh. "It'll be our little secret."

Aang's blood curdled, pushing her hand off him. "You have no idea what kind of trouble you have just got yourself in."

"Oh, calm down Aangy!" Ming placed her hand even father up his thigh. "Relax." Aang was bewildered, frozen in his tracks.

"Get. Your filthy hands. Off. My. Boyfriend." Said a strong voice behind Aang. Aang turned to find Katara, water bending the stream out in front of her, ready to attack.

Ming scoffed. "I'm a fire bender. I could take you down in a second."

Without a moment for Ming to get into a stance, Katara shot the water at her, pushing her to the ground off of Aang. She froze the water around Ming's shoulders, pinning her to the ground.

"If you touch him again, I swear to god I'll kill you." Katara barked. She turned around and began to walk off. Aang chased after her.

"Thanks, Sweetie. I'm really glad—" He started, leaning in to kiss her on the cheek.

She pushed him away. "Don't."

Katara wasn't ready to forgive Aang. He had doubted her, accused her of lying, and was completely blind to the fact that Ming was all over him.

It would take a lot more than rejecting the slut to win her back.