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Okay, okay, I definitely owe you a happier drabble after the last one, so here you go :)
. .heart.: Well, it wasn't necessarily easy to pull off, haha. I'm glad you are enjoying them so far!
Kmsmitterly: Of course I'll keep writing. I need something to do that wastes time.
MagicalBender: :(
NollasBlack: I'm happy you still liked it despite its rather depressing twist. And, I hope my future drabbles succeed in holding your attention!
SpeakNow1118: Hahahaha, your review actually had me laughing out loud. Sorry if that drabble pained you, but it had to be written :)
xvzgirl: Ah, I didn't really mean to break your heart :( Hopefully this one makes up somewhat for that last drabble...
Sokka didn't quite get why they were acting so weird.
Didn't Katara make things up with him? He thought that they were friends now. Hadn't they been fine after they returned from their little tracking-down-their-mother's-killer-mission? So how come she was avoiding him lately, and why did her face always get red when she talked to him?
Zuko wasn't much better. He seemed a lot more fidgety and paranoid, and he was always offering to help her collect wood for the fire, or go with her to clean up the rooms. Was Katara really that upset with him? Really, Sokka thought that Zuko would have already known that doing good deeds and sucking up wouldn't earn Katara's forgiveness. Whatever he had done to get her so angry must've been pretty bad.
And Katara seemed to be milking it out. She never told him he help her, and she always asked him to come with her when she went somewhere away from the air temple. Obviously she was enjoying his punishment.
Like right now, she had dragged him along with her to the water fountain upstairs to wash out some clothes. They were taking quite a bit of time.
Perhaps he should go up there and get them to make up. Besides, he was usually pretty good at making peace. Normally this would be Aang's job, but seeing as he was currently occupied with earthbending practice from Toph, Sokka himself would just have to do.
Sokka marched up the steps, determined to get the two to become friends. All he needed was to use some of his own magic peace-making skills. Or as he liked to call it, friendy-bending.
He stopped at the end of the corridor that led to the main fountain of mountain water. There were some strange noises coming from that room. It almost sounded like him and Suki when they...
...wait...
OH HELL NO.
His eyes bugged out, and he set off at a dead sprint towards the room. Sokka burst open the door, ripping his space sword out of its sheath and aiming it straight at the two teenagers on the floor.
"WHAT THE HELL ARE YOU DOING TO MY BABY SISTER?!"
Author's Note: Oh how I love writing over-protective Sokka. :) He was never the one to catch on very fast, was he?
I finally got around to updating my story, What Could Go Wrong?. If any of you care, that is...
Review if you feel like it!
MI3