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Letter From A Friend

"Okay. Come on inside." Katara spoke to Toph through her cell phone. She had to. Ever since Sokka moved into the family's garage and bought a new set of electric amps, cell phone was the only way anyone could talk over all over the noise that Sokka blasted day-in and day-out.

Katara hung up her phone and waited for Toph to come into her room, trying to ignore Sokka's horrible music. She had a big house, but only one window and all of the music found its way right into her room..

Toph came inside, but something different happened that day. Instead of charging in like a wild boar, Toph slowly opened the door, stepped inside quietly, and then slowly closed the door again. All the while, her eyes looked at the ground and her right hand stayed in her pocket.

"Hey Toph." Katara greeted her and sensed something wrong.

"…hey…" Toph didn't look at her.

"What's wrong?" Katara asked. Toph's head shot up.

"Nothing is wrong! Why does something have to be wrong? I'm fine, don't worry about me…I'm fine!" Toph insisted.

"Oookay?" Katara didn't believe her. "I like your hair that way."

"Oh. Thanks." Toph touched her bangs. She had her black locks in a bun behind her head again, something she had been doing more often lately.

"So…what's up? Anything new happen?" Katara asked.

"What the hell is that sound?"

"SOKKA!" Katara yelled out her window, but her brother didn't hear her. "Argh!" Katara slammed her window closed and the music was partially stifled. "Sorry. He's been playing for a few hours straight."

Katara's eyes dropped towards Toph's right hand. Nestled in her baggy pocket, Katara could see Toph fiddling with something.

"What's that?" Katara pointed. Toph looked in its direction.

"Oh. This." Toph pulled out a sealed envelope. "I got a letter from Aang."

"Really? That's great!" Katara repositioned self, tucking her feet underneath her feet. "Wait…he wrote a letter?"

"I wrote him first. My laptop is broken." Toph twirled the letter.

"Well open it! I want to hear how he's doing."

"…okay." Toph seemed very nervous.

"Come here. Sit here." Katara pushed her fluffy pillows to the edge of her bed to make room. Gradually, Toph sat on Katara's pink bed sheets, slowly and carefully opening the letter, as if it were made of glass.

"Dear Toph…" She started reading the neat handwriting.

Hey! Thanks for the letter. It was the most exciting things that's happened here so far. Gyatso is out most of the days working, so I have the place to myself. I spend a lot of time on the beach. Some of the girls were checking me out. Let me know when you are jealous.

"Ha-ha.. That kid." Katara laughed. "I remember when he was too nervous to even speak to girls."

"…yep…" Toph responded with a down note.

"Well, keep…OH! Hold on!" Katara opened her window and stuck her head out. "Sokka!" Katara yelled, but her brother didn't hear her. "SOKKA!" Katara screamed as loud as she could.

Sokka stopped playing. "What!" He yelled out from the little window on the side of the garage.

"For god sakes, turn that thing down!"

"Fine!" Sokka closed the window and turn his guitar and amp down a bit, to appease the she-beast.

"Sorry about him." Katara said to Toph. "But don't stop, keep reading."

Toph rolled her eyes and looked back at the letter.

When I get back we'll hang out, I promise. I can't wait…

…I can't wait to see you…" Toph's voice wandered. She read the second to last word and felt warmer inside.

"What's wrong?" Katara asked.

"Wha? Uh…nothing. From Aang."

"That's it?" Katara asked, disappointed.

"…" Toph started into space.

"Toph?"

"What? Uh, yeah…that's it…" Toph shoved the letter into her pocket.

Later that night, when Toph was sure that her parents were asleep, she finally pulled the letter out. Hidden underneath her covers like a little girl with a diary, she looked at the last two words in the letter. The real last two words.

Love Aang.

Toph smiled. "That little dork." She thought. "…love…" She couldn't help but read the letter over again, saying the last few words out loud.

"Love Aang." She said with a funny feeling in her stomach. A vulnerable feeling. Getting annoyed quickly, she put the letter away, turned off her light and closed her eyes, getting mad at Aang for writing such a cheesy letter. Even when no one was around, she tried to convince herself that she wasn't "like that".

But even with her eyes closed, she heard it.

Love Aang….

…Love Aang…

…Love Aang.