I have decided to disable anonymous reviews because I am sick of n00bs doing that and then having the nerve of asking me questions or for writing advice. Here's my advice: make a bloody account!

Anyway, this song is a wonderful summary of teenagers and how they life their lives. -sigh- I miss high school. Good times, good times.

Swing Life Away

Summer time. It never lasts as long as it should.

Am I loud and clear or am I breaking up?

"Aang!" Toph yelled softly up to his window. "Aang, can you hear me or not?" Toph was getting impatient.

But just as she was ready to throw a rock at his window, Aang poked his out and waved at her.

Am I still your charm or am I just bad luck?

"Come down here." Toph said.

"You want me to jump?" Aang looked at that ground, two stories away.

"I'll catch you." Toph held out her arms and smiled goofily.

"I think I'll just sneak out the front."

Are we getting closer, or are we just getting more lost?

A few moments later, Aang was outside with his hoodie on. It was starting to get a little colder. Not much, but enough to remind every student that Summer was coming to an end.

"Where are we going?" He asked.

"Just follow me." Toph tugged on his arm. Aang hated when she did that. He might as well been walking with his eyes closed whenever Toph said 'just follow me'.

I'll show you mine if you show me yours first
Let's compare scars I'll tell you whose is worse

"You're a little girl." Toph poked Aang elbow. "That little scar is nothing." Aang pulled his arm away.

Toph surprised Aang with a trip to a local diner. She paid, even though Aang felt guilty. But Toph knew that she was the one with money, so it didn't bother her.

"Now this…" Without warning, Toph slammed her foot on the table.

"What are you…"

"…this is a scar." She rolled up her pant sleeve and Aang covered his eyes, embarrassed. Toph knew he would do that and she smiled. There wasn't even a scar on her leg.

Let's unwrite these pages and replace them with our own words

"Ya know, we don't have much time till school starts." Aang reminded her.

"Yeah. What's your point?" Toph's fingers were tangled around his.

"Well…you know how people talk there. And…you don't want your parents to find out."

Toph gulped. "I'm not embarrassed around you Aang."

"I didn't say you were."

"It's just…my parents…I need a little more before I'm ready to talk to them. I'm sorry."

"You don't have to apolo…"

"You just need to give me some more time. That's all."

We live on front porches and swing life away
We get by just fine here on minimum wage
If love is a labor I'll slave 'til the end
I won't cross these streets until you hold my hand

They sat on the swinging chair on Aang's front porch for a while. Gyatso wasn't home. Toph just wanted to sit next to him. They were very close, which Aang had not yet gotten used to. But he didn't move. He just let Toph rock them back and forth with her tiny leg.

The sun went down over the suburban houses. Another day gone. Another day till Summer was over.

I've been here so long; think that its time to move

"You moved here, right?" Aang asked.

"Ummm." Toph, immersed in Halo again, wasn't listening.

"I mean, when you were really little. Did you move here, or have you lived here your whole life?"

"I think…I was always here." She didn't look at him.

"I've been here since Gyatso adopted me." Aang tried to start a conversation.

"Yep. God, why is it that the people who play as Elites always suck? They ruin the game for everyone else on their team."

"Forget it." Aang went back to the book in his lap.

The winter's so cold summer's over too soon

"God. I hate when it gets colder." Toph shoved her gloveless hands under her armpits. "Is it just me, or has been winter been arriving earlier these past few years?"

"It's not that cold." Aang took his jacket off.

"It's freezing! What?" Toph felt Aang's jacket fall on her shoulders.

"There. Now stop complaining." Aang put her under his arm. Toph was surprised that Aang had spoken so boldly. And that his jacket was so much bigger than her.

"Thanks…" She grumbled. "…when I get older…"

So let's pack our bags and settle down where palm trees grow

"…I'm moving somewhere warmer."

"Yeah? Where? Florida?"

"California. Like, beaches and palm trees and stuff."

"You'd actually move there?" Aang hated the thought of ever leaving his hometown. It was just then that Aang realized hoer incredible opposite the two of them were.

I've got some friends, some that I hardly know
But we've had some times I wouldn't trade for the world
We chase these days down with talks of the places that we will go

"Yeah. California. We can bring Sokka and Katara too."

"Uh huh." Aang humored her.

"And your buddy Zuko." She teased.

"I'd rather not."

"Hey, we can even bring that Mexican kid. What was his name?"

"Haru? I barley know him."

"He'd still be cool. And everyone else can go. Like Jet, and Teo, and that cabbage guy who hates your guts." Aang sighed. "Everyone who is here would be there. But it would be a lot warmer."

"You'd like that? I mean, everyone is here already." Aang said. Toph thought for a few seconds.

"You're right. It would be cheaper to just wait for next summer."

We live on front porches and swing life away
We get by just fine here on minimum wage
If love is a labor I'll slave 'til the end
I won't cross these streets until you hold my hand

Aang got in at 8:00. But he was exhausted. He was an introvert, and by nature that meant that crowds and many people drained his energy. Time alone, that was his recharge. But with a new girlfriend, one that was sooo active and extroverted, Aang wasn't getting much time to himself.

"God. No one told me that a relationship was…so much work." He moaned.

Until you hold my hand

But even though is legs were sore and his body was tired, Aang swore that he could still feel Toph holding his hand.

I'll show you mine if you show me yours first
Let's compare scars I'll tell you whose is worse
Let's unwrite these pages and replace them with our own words

Aang rolled up his sleeve and touched the tiny scar on his elbow. He got it when he was a little boy. It had been there for so long that he forgot where he got it. He never thought that it was small before Toph pointed it out. Suddenly, he didn't think it was such a big scar.

And, also suddenly, he remembered that Toph took his jacket with her.

We live on front porches and swing life away
We get by just fine here on minimum wage
If love is a labor I'll slave 'til the end
I won't cross these streets until you hold my hand.

"Lame." Toph said.

"Hey, that hurt my feelings." Aang tried to joke.

"Oh live with it." Toph crossed the street, but Aang didn't follow. "Hurry up, twinkle toes."

"I ain't going." He said, smiling.

"Fine. Stay there forever." Toph waved at him from the other side of the street.

"Come here and get me." He demanded, still smiling.

"What? No. You're the guy. You come here and get me."

"I'm not crossing this street until you come over here and hold my hand." Aang showed Toph his hand, like it was bait.

"Fine." Toph caved. She walked over to him and grabbed his hand. "Happy?"

Aang pulled her in close to his chest and kissed her. Toph didn't react at first, surprised. Then she kissed him back. Aang was gradually getting bolder with each passing day.

Swing life away

They held hands, swinging their combined knuckles below their waist…

Swing life away

…and they kept walking…

Swing life away

…wishing the Summer would never end.

Swing life away.

This story is on a temporary hiatus. I am posting a new story, called The Gift. I think that it is going to be REALLY good, so everyone has to go there. I'll be posting one chapter every day until it is finished.