This is chapter take place exactly one day after the last chapter.

Glasses

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"Will you just pick a channel and leave it there already?" Aang asked Toph as she zipped through one channel after another.

"Nothing's on tonight." Toph complained. "It's the same crap on every channel."

"Then turn it off." Aang said.

"Turn it off?! Are you crazy? That's like a sin, or something."

Toph kept clicking through the stations, under the television's control even though she wasn't watching anything. A few minutes passed and she still didn't find anything interesting.

"You take it for a while." She said.

"Fine." Aang turned the T.V. off.

"Hey!" Toph barked.

"I'm not in the mood to watch anything tonight." Aang said as he turned back to his book.

"And they say I'm the weird one." Toph said, rolling her eyes and shaking her head. She grabbed her backpack and pulled out a packet of greasy potato chips.

"How do you eat that garbage?" Aang asked in disgust.

"Easy. I put it in my mouth…chew…then swallow." Toph bit down on one chip and showed Aang the complicated process.

"That's not what I mean. You eat that stuff all the time…how is it that you don't gain any weight."

"I don't know. You're always skinny."

"Cause I eat healthy and run track."

"Well then maybe I'm just lucky." Toph gobbled up three salty chips in one bite. Aang sighed as he envisioned what Toph would look like in twenty years.

Yet another moment of peaceful silence came. The only sound in the room was the loud crunching coming from Toph's mouth.

"…hmmmm…hm….hm, hm, hm." Aang began to hum as he read his book. Toph tired to ignore him. "…you're…my…brown eyed girl."

"What?" She asked when he finally sang a few lyrics.

"What?" Aang didn't realize that he was singing out loud.

"What are you singing?"

"Brown eyed girl. Why?"

"Ha-ha. Very funny, twinkle toes. I told you to keep that a secret."

"What do you mean?" Aang took a minute to think over what she said. "Oh! You mean your contacts. Right."

"Don't act like you forgot."

"I did forget. Honest." Aang crossed his heart. "It's no big deal." Toph huffed. "Why do you wear them anyway?"

"Gee. I wonder." Toph said sarcastically.

"Well, they're colored so…" Aang trailed off without finishing his sentence.

"I'm a bit farsighted. I have trouble seeing thins right in front of me." Toph said. Aang tried not to laugh at the irony. "I got them like five years ago, so I figured that I'd get them colored too. Okay?"

"But what's wrong with your brown eyes?"

"Green eyes look cooler. Plus, how many Asians have green eyes?"

"That's kinda the point Toph. I mean, they stand out."

"I know. I love it! It makes me feel…unique. So don't go telling people that I have brown eyes."

"Sure. But you do need them to see?"

"Yeah. They are prescription lenses and everything. I was so happy to throw away my old glasses."

"Wait, wait, wait…hold the phone. You wore glasses?"

"Don't tell anyone about that either." Toph threatened.

"Seriously?! You actually did?!"

"I have a little trouble seeing, but…where are you going?"

Aang jumped off his couch and sprang to his stairway.

"Just…hang on. I'll be right back." Aang bolted up the steps. All the way from his living room, Toph heard Aang rummage through his closet, throwing a few things across his neat and tidy room. Then, only a few seconds later, Toph heard Aang's footsteps as he ran back down to her.

In his hands, he had a pair of fake plastic glasses.

"Put these on." Aang smiled.

"You've got to be kidding me." Toph looked annoyed with him.

"Come on. Let me see what you look like." Aang begged merrily. He took a few steps towards and unfolded the fake spectacles.

"Aang, I swear to God. You better not come near me with those." Toph pointed towards him.

"Just for a second. Let me see."

"NO!" Toph pushed him away as he began to chase her around his living room.

"It'll be fun!"

"You say that about everything airhead!"

"Just for a like a second or two."

"Back off! I'll take you down if I have to!"

"Like five seconds. I'll even let you count."

"Zero seconds! How about that?!"

"Pleeeeeease?"

"Not a chance in hell!"

After a few moments of running, Toph ran out of breath and began to pant heavily.

"You okay?" Aang asked.

"Yeah…just…give me…a minute." Toph panted.

"Ha! I told you not to eat those chips."

"Shut up." Toph slapped her hand on his leg.

Aang looked at her as she caught her breath, realizing how unprepared she was. He thought of how badly she could beat him and quickly decided that it was worth the risk.

He grabbed Toph's wrist…"What are you…" Toph yelled, but didn't resist. Aang put the fake glasses on her and pushed back her hair, both of his hands on her face.

Toph knew that she wanted to hit him, very badly. But for some reason, she froze when she felt Aang touch her hair.

Aang stared at her, not at all nervous or awkward around her. He just examined the way she looked with glasses and neat hair.

"You don't look half bad." Aang said. Toph felt her body heat rise. "Aside from the green eyes, I don't know why you'd switch to contacts." Aang let go of her and her hair fell back down.

"…shut up." She said. She pushed her hair around and made it messy again. "What do you know about…"

Aang put his hands back on her face and took the toy glasses off her before she could finish her sentence.

"Don't know about what?" Aang asked as he put the glasses on his coffee table.

"…um…nothing." Toph tired to ignore the strange feeling she had in her stomach.

"Okay." Aang jumped back on his couch and began to read his book again, as if nothing had happened. "Oh, you can have the remote back." He put the remote on table next to the glasses.

Toph looked the remote for a minute, still frazzled for some reason. She sat down, curling her legs up to her chest, sort of hiding behind the tiny table and grabbed the remote. The TV turned on and she began to flip through the channels again. Slowly, she inched her hands towards the glasses and grabbed them when she was sure Aang wasn't looking. Then she put them in her pocket, trying again to be sneaky.

"Hold that thought." She said as she pressed the mute button and stood up.

"Where you going?" Aang asked.

"Bathroom." Toph said as she walked up Aang's stairs. Her army cargo pants slid against the old gray wood.

She looked behind her once when she was at the top of the stairway and again before going inside the restroom. She locked the door tightly, making sure no one (Aang) would see her.

She took out the glasses and fiddled them between her fingers for a few seconds. It took her a while before she finally put them on and looked at herself in the mirror. Another few moments before she pushed her bangs back.

"I look like a nerd." She said. "Aang was probably just being nice." She took the glasses off and opened the door.

"I knew it!" Aang said.

"JESUS!!" Toph screamed. "STOP WAITING OUTSIDE THE BATHROOM FOR ME!!"

"I totally saw you take the glasses with you." Aang teased her. "What did I tell you? I bet you looked as good as I said you did."

"Bite me!" She yelled as she threw the plastic toy at Aang's head.

There's something about dark haired girls with glasses. Rawr.