Just scram, alright?

Seriously, this wasn't the time for introductions! I was too busy, 'kay?

Because guess what?

And you will not believe this. But, heh, maybe you will. I've been surprised before.

Here goes:

Today was the day that I, Toph Bei Fong, was going to tell Sokka Kuruk that I was in love him—hell, that I loved him, period.

Shocker, isn't it? What can I say?

I'm a freaking rebel.

He looks around the room
Innocently overlooks the truth
Shouldn't a light go on
Doesn't he know I've had him memorized for so long
He sees everything in black and white
Never let nobody see him cry
I don't let nobody see me wishing he was mine
And I could tell you

I could tell you his favorite colors green
He likes to argue, born on the seventeenth
His sister's beautiful, he has his father's eyes
And if you ask me if I love him,
I'd lie

He stands there then walks away
My God if I could only say
I'm holding every breath for you...

—I'd Lie, Taylor Swift

So. Right.

Yesterday, I'd sort of, um, admitted that I was in love with Sokka Kuruk (again), as well as kicked my dirty, rotten, bastard of an ex in the balls? Yeah. All in all, it was an awesome day.

The sun, though (that asshole) set, as always, and soon enough, I was waking up...flipping off my alarm clock...stepping out of bed...okay, you get the point.

And then, suddenly, I was reaching for the doorknob, but I couldn't. I couldn't reach out and touch it and open the effing door and go down and see Sokka, and worst of all, I didn't know why. I wanted to. I wanted to so freaking badly that you have no idea.

But I guess, somewhere, I understood that this was the climax. This was the day when I would tell Sokka Kuruk everything that I'd realized about him. This was that day—I could feel it in my bones.

Immediately, my stomach seized up on me. God, this was retarded. Why was I still nervous? This was the end, dammit! This was the part where the credits rolled across the screen and everyone left the theatre smiling!

But even though it might by the end for them, I realized, it wasn't the end for me. In fact, it was more like a...beginning. Yeah.

So I figured that I wasn't exactly nervous. I was anticipating the rest of today. 'Cause trust me: I really wanted to tell Sokka. Then, we could both get on to the good stuff. And I wanted to do that, too—I really, really did. All that I had to do was, well, do it.

And on that thirteenth day (unlucky, haha) that was exactly what I was going to do: do it.

I took a deep breath, and headed down the stairs. When I reached the kitchen, I heard the radio blaring from it's stance besides Sokka's bowl of cereal. I slid an Eggo waffle into the toaster, than sat down across from him. "Guess I'm wishing my life away-ay-ay with these things I'll never say," Avril sang between us.

Not today, Avril. Today, I'm going to say it all.

The weird thing was that I didn't even remember that song being a single. What the hell...? Ah, well. Today, I'd spare the Satan Conspiring girl the grief.

"Good morning," Sokka greeted through a mouthful of Frosted Flakes. He swallowed.

"Hey, Snoozles," I answered. God, he didn't even know what I was going to tell him. Sokka was just...oblivious.

But then again, he was Sokka. I mean, in what lifetime was he not dense? And anyway, I was pretty damn sure that he got some freaking good grades. Sokka had been accepted to Kyoshi University, after all, and it was a really good school. Fortunately, it was also only a half hour away from my house, wink wink.

My waffles popped up, and I rose up to grab them. I sat back down a moment later, and began to smother my waffles in syrup. My first bite was like—sugary, fattening, teeth rotting heaven. I never liked my dentist, anyway. Stupid fluoride. They didn't even have any good flavors, dammit! Hello? Haven't you ever heard of watermelon?

Anyway, we sat there, ate our breakfast, and sort of...bantered. Like we did every day. Sokka mentioned that I looked beautiful (even with my bed-head). I denied it. He tried to convince me, I rolled my eyes while trying not to blush, etc.

Then, he got on a tirrade about his manliness (and something about how much he loved meat). I, being far manlier than he was—despite being, um, a girl—challenged him to an arm wrestling contest.

I think you can guess who won.

So it was a typical morning, really.

Except. It wasn't typical at all.

After about an hour, I went to go get dressed, and Sokka went to his room. I reached in my closet, and picked out specifically cut-off jean capris and a light green tank top. To top it off, I put on my faded white belt and tucked my short, dark hair behind my ears.

I looked in the mirror, and nodded in satisfaction. No make-up. I hadn't needed it these past few days—why should I need it to day?

With one last glance at myself, I strode out of the room and barged through Sokka's door. He was sitting on his bed, strumming at his guitar.

I hadn't heard him sing in...what, a week? It felt like a long time. I'd have to get him to play for me more...

I rolled my eyes when I realized that the song he was singing was "Hanging By a Moment," another one of my favorite songs by Lifehouse. Obviously, Sokka had delved into a whole new realm of cheesiness. If he was going to sing a song to me, he could at least make sure that I was around.

But I knew there would be all the time in the world to make fun of Sokka's romantic side, so I just leaned on the doorframe and listened to the rest of the song.

"Desperate for changing
Starving for truth
I'm closer to where I started
Chasing after you....

I'm falling even more in love with you
Letting go of all I've held onto
I'm standing here until you make me move
I'm hanging by a moment here with you
I'm living for the only thing I know
I'm running and not quite sure where to go
And I don't know what I'm diving into
Just hanging by a moment here with you

Just hanging by a moment (here with you)
Hanging by a moment (here with you)
Hanging by a moment here with you"

The chord drifted away, but Sokka's voice held the last word for a few seconds afterwards. At that second, I knew that I was absolutely right about Sokka Kuruk. I'd realized since yesterday that he wasn't exactly Chuck Norris awesome, but, y'know. He was Neville Longbottom awesome. Maybe. So, yeah. I was-oh correct-oh.

But when aren't I right? Seriously. Name once. Not uncluding the fact that I, err, swore I wouldn't fall in love with Sokka a mere ten days ago. It doesn't count. Because I said so.

Sokka seemed to sense my presence. He looked up at me, startled at first. Then, Sokka grinned. "Hey, Toph," he said, in a sing-song, I'm-so-happy-to-see-you-that-you-have-no-idea voice. "What's up?" Sokka added, as he set his guitar down on the floor.

I meant to say something—anything—before those fateful three words. Unfortunetely, my mouth wasn't cooperating. So I took a few steps towards Sokka, and with no preamble whatsoever, I blurted out, "You dumbass—I love you."

For a few seconds, Sokka stared at me, shocked. Then, a grin spread across his face. He pumped his arm into the air as he leapt off of the bed. "I knew it!" Sokka crowed. "Didn't I tell you? I told you that you would fall in love with me!"

Finally, it seemed to sink in. Sokka stared at me, dazed, a smile still on his face. His expression was so joyful and kind and so loving that I never wanted the moment to end—but, obviously, it did.

"You love me," Sokka repeated. "You actually—you actually love me."

I couldn't take it any longer. "Yeah, yeah, we get it," I sighed. "Now will you stop repeating it and just do something, you moron?"

"I'd be happy to," Sokka agreed. He walked forward until he was standing right in front of me, and kissed me. I kissed back with everything I had. To be honest, it wasn't the longest kiss in the world—a minute, maybe? But it was our first real kiss, so that was okay.

Well, sort of. Besides, I assured my raging hormones, there'd be plenty of time to make out later.

Sokka grinned at me again, and I was grinning myself—hell, even wider than he was. Then, in a move so Sokka I couldn't believe I hadn't seen it coming, he stepped backward, stumbled, and pulled us both tumbling onto his bed. I ended up sitting near the headboard with Sokka's head in my lap.

"Oops," he said weakly.

At first, I giggled. Then, I began to laugh harder than I had in a long time, and Sokka was laughing with me. We roared until we were left, chests heaving, panting away our euphoria.

After we'd stopped chuckling to ourselves, Sokka snuggled closer to me, wrapping his hands around my middle. His cheek pressed against my stomach, and my hands drifted down to rest on his hair.

It was sickeningly cute, but it was perfect, and it was all mine.

Then, one of us spoke.

"I don't think I've ever been this happy in my life."

At first, I though Sokka said it. But then, I realized that he hadn't.

It was me.

And it was two hundred and fifty thousand percent true.

"Me, either," Sokka agreed.

I could not freaking believe that I'd just said that. My cheeks were burning like they never had before. Someone needed to call the firehouse over here—now.

"I did not mean that," I said immediately. "I mean. I was definetely happier when I was eating that churro yesterday."

"Ah, yes," Sokka said solemny, as he sat up, lifting his head from my lap. He looped his arm around me, and commented sarcastically, "I should've known that I'd loose out to the churros in the end."

"Even you can't compete with deep fried, cinamon goodness. Hello. It's the first rule of a relationship with Toph Bei Fong: you will always come second to sugar," I reminded him.

He pouted, but agreed, "I guess that's okay. Meat will always be my number one," Sokka shrugged. I smirked slightly.

I could tell that he was lying, but I decided not to say anything. Instead, I leaned my head against his shoulder. "So," I began, "would you happen to want to...y'know..." My cheeks flushed intensely, almost as dark as they had a minute ago. "Were you planning to stay a little longer than twenty days?"

He stared at me like he couldn't believe his ears. In fact, he probably couldn't. I could hardly believe it myself. "No..." Sokka said slowly, "But it wouldn't be to hard to make a change in my plans."

"Would you...would you..." I swallowed. "You wouldn't mind company, would you?" I said, sounding awkward, even to myself.

Sokka's grin was so bright it hurt my eyes. "I wouldn't mind it at all."

"Then...I guess I'll be staying here a little longer," I said, nodding in satisfaction. My parents would be difficult to convince, but they'd probably given up on my by now. "I was figuring that we could...get to know each other," I added. I flushed again, realizing that it sounded way more perverted than I'd intended.

By now, I wouldn't have been surprised if Sokka's smile was wide enough to cause him physical pain. "You read my mind."

"I told you I was special," I smirked. Okay, that was a lie. I hadn't told him so, but I'd sure said it in every other way.

"You didn't have to. I knew it all along," Sokka said proudly, as if this was some amazing feat. And maybe it was. Jet sure didn't realize it. But Sokka had, and maybe that was what made him so special, too.

I hated to admit it, but sitting here, in Sokka's arms, feeling happier than I could ever remember...well, I really thought I could get used to this.

As for the profound ending you've all been waiting for?

I love Sokka, and he loved me.

And to be perfectly honest with you, I don't think it could get any better than that.

"Tell me, how do you feel about a wedding in Vegas?"

"Don't make me hit you."

"No, I'm serious! We could get one of those fake Elvis' and everything!"



Well. Mostly.


A/N: For the record, they do NOT get married in Vegas.

...Or DO they? ;)

You'll have to wait for the sequel to find out.

I'd like to thank everyone who has reviewed I'd Lie...and if you haven't, I'd like to ask you to do so now! It's the last chapter. It's your last chance to appease my lust for reviews, so review like your life depends on it! ;D Let's hope we can surpass fifty reviews this chapter, LOL.