Initials

Aang walked into Sokka's garage though the door. The skateboarding punk had his guitar under his arm and was busy plucking the strings, trying to give birth to a new song.

"Sup dude!" Sokka's hand slapped against Aang's.

"Toph's gonna love me." Aang plopped down on Sokka's beanbag chair.

"Why?" A few awkward notes spilled out of his amp. He wasn't very good.

"Remember her tattoo she got last week?"

"Yeah. Pretty sick."

"Well I'm the rebellious one this week. I snuck into the girls bathroom and I wrote our initials on the wall."

"Really?"

"Yeah. Permanent marker!" Aang said 'permanent marker' with gusto, like that made it even more impressive.

"Yeah. That's awesome dude."

On cue, Sokka's phone buzzed, a text message landing in his pocket. "Speak of the devil. You lady friend is outside now." Sokka clicked a message back to here, then his finger exploded out an amateur-esque rift that made Aang's ears hurt. "Now that was awesome. I'm working on that."

Toph knocked on the window over Sokka's garage like a cat wanting to be let back inside. Aang opened it for her and she climbed through, also like a cat.

"Anyone else hear a guitarist?" Toph asked.

"Yeah. That was me. How did it sound?" Sokka smiled.

"Like a trash can being tortured. Move." Toph pushed Sokka off his chair and stole Sokka's chair before he could sit back down.

"How'd your day go." Aang asked his girlfriend, a little excited. The school was always buzzing with gossip so she must have heard something about the markings by now.

"Average. Nothing to report Sarge." She laughed. " Something funny happened though. Ty Lee said she saw some guy sneak into the girls bathroom and do graffiti on the wall."

Aang and Sokka looked at each other.

"Uh…really?" Sokka said. "Did she see who it was?"

"Nah. He was all sneaky and stuff. But the kid is pretty cool in my book. He…" Toph cleared her throat and did an impression of one of their teachers, "…that juvenile delinquent wrote contraband on the female's lavatory wall. How disgraceful!"

"What's contraband?" Sokka asked.

"It means naughty stuff?"

Aang looked confused. "Wait…what naughty stuff?"

"Ah, he wrote T & A on one of the stalls in a heart. Ya know…I love tits and ass?"

"…um…" Aang blushed a little.

"Yep. Everyone wants to be a rebel these days." Toph yawned. "At least now the girls in the bathroom will know what guys like. Like it was a big secret already.

"…h…ha-ha." Aang forced a giggle.

"Ha ha, that's high school for ya." Sokka smiled and slapped Aang's back. "Nothing like tits and ass, right? Right? Right Aang? Right? You know what I'm talking about."

"Sokka, I get it." He grumbled.

"Yeah. It's no biggie though." Toph scratched her head. "This'll blow over in like a day. No one will be talking about it. Cept Ty Lee. That girl couldn't shut her mouth to save her life."

"She got nice T's though." Sokka said with a chuckle.

"Anyway," Toph ignored him, "I've come for twinkle toes. Aang!"

"I didn't do anything!" Aang yelled by accident. "I mean…yes?"

"I desire ice cream. Come boyfriend." Toph hoped up, pulled Aang by his shirt and made him follow.

"Bye Toph! Bye Moron!" Sokka waved. The second the door was closed, they heard him laugh out loud.

"What's he laughing at?" Toph asked.

"Um…he's laughing" Aang looked through the window and saw Sokka pointing at him mockingly, "…he's laughing because he wrote that stuff on the wall."

"No way, really?" Toph smiled. "Sounds like something Sokka would do."

"Yep. Something…Sokka…would do." Aang held Toph's hand. "Let's go get ice cream."