What is this? A new installment of Sleeping With My Boss? It cannot be! It simply cannot be!
Well, it is! Yay!
After a long day, sitting and re-watching some Korra, I thought that this story needs updating. And since most of you have been begging me to write another chapter, I couldn't say no.
Last we left our friends, Katara just found a book written about her and her romantic life with Aang, who left to New York years before. Toph decided they get their own butts to New York to go and see him. What happens now?
PS: I know I said there would be two more chapters left but this is the last one. I combined the two because they were both pretty short and rushed so... yeah. (Just count this as a two-part movie :3)
Disclaimer: I own nothing but the plot line of the story.
"Wow... the Big Apple," Sokka said as they stepped out of the airport. "I never thought I'd be on this side of the United States."
"Neither did I," Katara said.
The five of them took a cab to Times Square, where they had booked a hotel nearby. Toph paid the cab driver and they walked the rest of the way to their hotel.
"Listen here, these rooms were expensive but since I'm awesome and I have rich parents I can mooch off of any time I want, do whatever to them," Toph said, winking as they stepped into an expensive looking hotel. After they checked in, they loaded into the elevator and got to the fifteenth floor. Sokka and Toph had a room on Katara's room's right while Mai and Zuko got one on her left. Each of them entered their own room and Katara felt her jaw drop. It was a giant room with a gorgeous balcony view of Central Park. She had to admit it, Toph was great at picking hotels.
After settling in, the group met up in the hall and made their way down town for some coffee.
"So how are we going to find him?" Mai asked, Zuko's arm draped around her shoulders.
"Uh... that didn't occur to me," Toph said earnestly. "I guess we can just ask someone at a book store."
"Great planning, Toph," Katara said sarcastically, rolling her blue eyes.
"Hey, be happy I got our asses over here," Toph said, crossing her arms.
They strode into a Starbucks that combined with a Barnes and Noble. After they purchased their drinks, they made their way into the store. They were about to approach a clerk when someone called Toph's name.
"Toph? Toph Bei-Fong?"
Toph turned and saw a man with scraggly brown hair and crooked teeth. He grinned and waved at her. Toph grinned too and bounded over to him.
"Bumi! I can't believe it's you!" she said, giving him a hug.
"Who the fuck is Bumi?" Sokka said.
"I believe I am Bumi," said the man, laughing.
Toph rolled her eyes. "Aang and I met him in High School. He's an old pal."
"Yep. We were best friends back then," Bumi said. "Speaking of Aang, did you guys see him yet?"
"No but that's why we're here," Zuko said. "Katara wants to reunite with her lover."
"Shut the hell up, Zuko," Katara said, punching him in the shoulder.
"Ah, so you are the infamous Katara," Bumi said, leaning closer to her and smiling. "Yes. Aang has told me much about you."
"Has he?" Katara said, smirking.
Bumi nodded wisely. "Since you are on a wild goose chase for him, let me personally invite you to a party he is hosting at his loft. He said I could invite some people and you are some people." Sokka, Toph, and Zuko laughed. "I'm sure Aang will be very pleased to see his old friends again." He shifted around in his jacket pocket and handed Toph an invite. He sent them a wink. "See you there." And with that, Bumi left them gazing at the paper.
That evening, they took the subway across town to where Aang's loft apartment was. When they arrived, Toph flashed their invite to the man in the lobby and he sent them upstairs to the very top floor. They knocked at the correct door and Bumi greeted them, grinning widely. A large crowd of people were behind him, loud and rowdy, music playing in the background.
"Hey, hey!" he said. "Aang's in the bathroom and I told him he's having some very special guests tonight. He thinks I'm bringing in strippers but I'm not that pervy." He stepped aside to let them enter.
They did so, Sokka dragging Toph to go to the snack table in the kitchen. Mai and Zuko decided to blend in with the crowd, followed by Bumi, leaving Katara alone. She sighed and pushed her way through the party guests. Did Aang really have it good in New York? Would he even want to see her? Maybe that book was just a scam to get money... no- she wouldn't let her imagination run wild like this.
So, Katara made her way into the kitchen and watched as Sokka downed some chips with a soda, Toph chanting "chug! Chug!". Soon, Aang's arrival from the bathroom was jokingly announced by one of his friends and everyone began to clap. Katara looked over her shoulder and felt her face heat up. He hadn't noticed her but she could see him clearly. His messy black hair was still perfect, his crystal grey eyes sparkling in the glow of the lights. Hypnotized, Katara slowly walked towards him. She was just about to call his name until a random person stepped in front of her and caught Aang's attention again.
And it went on like this. Every time Katara tried to capture his attention, someone would disrupt her pursuit. As the party went on, Katara watched as Sokka became drunker and drunker. She was shocked Aang hadn't noticed any of them yet. Then she realized he had completely disappeared from the party. She looked around and saw him on the balcony, overlooking the city.
How cliche, she thought, smirking.
She made her way to the balcony door and slid it open. Aang heard it open but didn't look behind him.
"I'm just taking a breather, Bumi," he said. "It's pretty jam-packed in there."
"Then why did you invite them all?" she asked, smiling softly.
Aang whipped around and saw her. The same brown-haired, blue-eyed beauty from three years ago, standing before him, smiling that same brilliant smile.
"K-Katara," he said breathlessly. "How... are you the special guest?"
"And everyone else," she said. "Sokka, Toph, Mai, and Zuko are here too. We came to see you and ended up running into Bumi."
She walked over to him and leaned on the railing, her eyes glancing out upon the city. He leaned his back on it and turned his head to look at her, smiling all the while.
"You look beautiful tonight," he said. Her face turned red and so did his. He chuckled nervously and rubbed the back of his neck. "Too forward?"
She laughed. "Not at all."
They exchanged smiles and Aang felt his nerves calm.
"So what have you been doing? Are you still running the ol' shipping company?" he asked.
"Pfft. Are you kidding? I sold that two years ago," she said, sipping her drink. "I'm a teacher now."
She nodded. "I got my teaching license and starting teaching at a local elementary school."
"How does one go from being the president of a successful shipping company to a teacher?"
"I was bored with my job so I made a change." She shrugged. "I couldn't care less, really. I finally have my own place, living with my dog, and in a committed relationship with my bed, books, and music." Aang laughed. "But what about you? How is everything here?"
"Boring," he said. "Half of those people in there are just some fellow co-workers from the New Yorker and then some are total strangers. Bumi thought it would be good to have this little party for publicity."
There was a comfortable silence as the ex-lovers went over the new information the other told them in their heads. Aang took a swig of his beer and looked at her again. The breeze up here made her hair flutter peacefully around her perfect face.
"Thank you," she said softly.
"For what?" he said.
"For that book... it was beautiful."
"You read that?"
She nodded. "And loved every page of it. I read it out loud and reread it on the way here. It reminded me about how much I... I miss you." She didn't mean to say that. She wanted to tell him she was still in love with him but she just couldn't find the way how. "And how much I wanted to see you again."
Aang turned and leaned his arms on the railing, placing his hand over hers.
"Katara... I missed you too," he said, also choking back what he wanted to truly say.
Another moment of silence fell over the pair. Aang was about to open his mouth to say something but the door slid open and Zuko stepped out.
"Uh... Katara? Your brother went over-board with the-," then he noticed Aang. "Oh, hey, Man."
"Hey, Zuko," Aang said, slightly irritated but smiled nonetheless to his old friend. "What about Sokka?"
"He's passed out on the couch," Zuko said.
Katara sighed. "And Toph?"
"She's right there with him," Mai said from behind Zuko's shoulder.
"Joy," Katara said. "And neither of them will wake up until morning."
"You guys can just stay here tonight," Aang said. "I have a few guest rooms so I'd be happy to let you guys chill."
"Ooh, aren't you fancy," Katara teased, pinching his side.
"Very fancy," he grinned.
Mai and Zuko retreated into the party, which was slowly evaporating. The two of them stayed outside, listening to the sounds of the city. Katara shivered a little as another breeze washed over the pair. Aang smiled and wrapped his arms around her like he did so many years ago. Katara didn't protest and the warmth of his hug made her feel at home again. Aang put his nose into her hair, smelling the coconut shampoo she used. It was her usual scent. And he, too, felt like he was back at home.
"Aang, do you like it here in New York?" she asked softly.
"Well, it doesn't pour rain everyday like Seattle does but it gets pretty fucking hot over the summer and pretty fucking cold during the winter. But, the weather aside, I suppose I could get used to living here for the rest of my life," he said with a shrug.
"The rest of your life, huh?" she said.
"Well, no. Not really," he replied. "I guess I would like to go other places. Meet knew people, write new books. Stuff like that."
There was a pause. The night air was still cold so Aang didn't let her go. Not that she minded. Katara closed her eyes, snuggling her head in his chest.
"Did you mean what you said?" she wondered suddenly.
"What did I say?" he asked, raising his eyebrows.
"If I could define true love, I would recount this entire book," she whispered.
"Of course I did. I also meant it when I said, 'For three, long, painful years, I haven't told her how much I still love her'," he said. "I still love you Katara."
She stepped back a little, looking up at him, smiling with tears rolling down her face.
"Really?" she said.
"Absolutely, Katara. I love you. And I always will," he said. "Leaving was probably the hardest thing I could do. That book I wrote can't even begin to describe now much I really love you. Hell, I couldn't even date other girls because all I could think about was you."
She stared at him, gaping a little. He laughed and pressed his forehead against hers. Katara closed her mouth and then let her own words come out. Three simple words she had been dying to say to him.
"I love you," she said, feeling a sweet relief wash over her.
"I love you, too," he said.
And with that, he kissed her. It was what they had been waiting for for three years. To be with one another again. To remind the other about how much they loved them. It was something they had wanted to do and they finally were able to express. When they parted, they were smiling. They began to laugh in slight shyness and joy, holding one another tightly. They trooped back into the loft, their hands intertwined.
When Katara had to leave for Seattle a few weeks later, Aang had told her to expect a surprise when she returned. It arrived a few days later: Aang was at her door, grinning. He told her he was planning on moving back to Seattle for a while (that was why his apartment was a little roomy) and he was finally given a reason to do so. And Katara was that very reason. He had made all the arrangements and was thinking about buying his old house back,], the one he had shared with Toph. He explained that he was going to come see Katara again and tell her how much he missed her.
But she had done that for him by showing up at New York herself.
Instead of him rooming with Zuko for a while until he could lay down the final purchase of his old house, Katara suggested he simply move in with her. And so he did. They lived happily together as a couple and Katara was smiling more and more often. Aang was certainly the best thing that had ever happened to her. Even Sokka admitted it.
Although she wasn't his boss anymore and he wasn't her assistant, and the slight fear people would find out was gone, the love was still there. It had been for a long time. It never really leaves. Love will always find a way, even if it might not always be in the way you think. Whether it is a storybook ending with a happy ending, or reality takes a toll and gives it an unsuspecting twist at the end. You never know.
For Aang and Katara, love simply led them back together. Their time apart was what really made them realize that love was forever.
I'm sorry if you don't like the ending. It is a little rushed, I admit it, but I was trying to write about true love... cough.
I seem to have that problem with ends. I tend to rush them but with this particular chapter, I've been having a little trouble setting up the ending. I hope you liked it.
Thank all of you who were there with me from the very crappy beginning to this ending. I haven't been in the Avatar mood lately so that's why a lot of my fan fictions are tanking with updates. Sorry :(
I've been working on my own book lately so that's been keeping my time busy.
So again, thank you all for supporting Sleeping With My Boss and I bid thee farewell :)