A Nickname
"You need a nickname." Toph declared out of the blue.
"Excuse me?" Taken off guard, Aang did not know how to respond.
"Did I stutter? I said you need a nickname." She rolled over onto her belly and hung her head over the side of Aang's bed
"What's wrong with Aang?"
"Well, for one, it's not a nickname."
"No duh."
"Second, it's over played. Every time I call you, it's always 'Aang, Aang, Aang'. You need something new. Something catchy."
"Whatever." Aang wasn't interested with Toph's new idea.
"What about…skinny?" Toph suggested.
"What?"
"Stretch? No, you're not very tall." Toph rested her chin between her thumb and pointer finger and thought carefully. "Boney?"
"Can we stop this?"
"How about you shave you head and we call you Baldy?"
"I am not shaving my head! I'd look ridiculous!"
"Fine, fine. How about…Bookworm?"
"Shut up." Aang said, closing the textbook he had on his lap.
"Airhead! Hmm…Airhead." Toph paused. "No. That's good, but it's not quite there."
"I don't like any of those nicknames!"
"Well, you're not helping me out here!"
"I don't even want a nickname!"
"Too bad! You're getting one!"
"Oh, I've had enough. I'm going downstairs!" Aang gracefully jumped to his toes and walked towards his door, moving swiftly as he could.
Toph yelled at him as he jumped up, noticing how light he was on his feet. "I'm not giving up on you yet twinkle toes. OH! That's it! That's perfect! Your name is twinkle toes!"
"And you can be 'Tomboy'!" Aang yelled back at Toph from his hallway.
"What? Aang, come on… that's just stupid."
Aang tugged on his hair and screamed, nearly having an aneurism.
OMG! WTF!1ONE11. I saw Sozin's Comet last night! F-ING AMAZING! The show is over!…and now I miss it…curse word