Chapter 3

"What did you wish for?" Aang asked Mai.

"Oh…ummm…nothing." Her pale cheeks turned a rosy pink and she avoided his eyes by looking at the ground. "It's bad luck to tell someone your wish," she said making up an excuse.

"Oh come on," Aang said. "I'll tell you mine if you tell me yours."

A small smile surfaced on her face. "Alright. But you have to go first," she added quickly.

Aang sighed. "Fine…I wished I was a pink fire breathing crocadillo."

Silence. The Mai burst out laughing much to Aang's surprise. He had hoped his jest would have sparked a smile at best but the sound of her laughter made his heart skip a beat.

"That's the most ridiculous wish I've ever heard!" she told him.

"Oh, well I'm glad it amused you," he said fabrication an offended tone. "Thanks for making fun of my hopes and dreams."

Mai smiled a big, pure white smile at him and in an instant, before they even knew what was happening, their lips met in a kiss.

It wasn't clear who kissed who, but when both of them realized what had occurred, the kiss was over as quickly as it had begun.

"What was that for?" Aang asked, slightly shocked.

"What are you asking me for? You're the one who kissed me!" Mai argued.

"No, you kissed me."

"Alright, we kissed each other…but why?"

"Well, your smile is beautiful. You should do it more often. And you laugh…surprised me," Aang answered. "Now why did you kiss me?"

"Because you made me laugh. I haven't truly laughed in what feels like years. Thank you."

They now became aware of all the stares they were getting. It wasn't that strange at first, they were just another couple sharing a kiss, but the fact that they were arguing about it drew a little more attention.

Aang took Mai's hand and drew her away from the fountains. This time, as Aang led her through the buys streets, Mai did not protest against him holding her hand.

They found refuge from on looking eyes in a meadow beside the path out of the city. Mai hung her head, fiddling with a wildflower she'd plucked from its roots. Aang looked over at the girl, but she did not meet his gaze. Awkward silence fell over them. He was about to speak but she beat him to it.

"So what happens now?" She asked gently pulling petals from the flower like she had that morning by the pond.

"What do you mean?" Aang asked. He knew what she was talking about, he just wanted to get her to open up.

"You know perfectly well what I mean." Aang's plan clearly hadn't worked.

"Well, I'm not entirely sure," the boy replied. "Did what happen back there even change anything between us?"

Only now did the girl turn from her half stripped flower to look up at him. "I hope so." She leaned in a kissed the young avatar gently on the lips. He kissed her back.

When they pulled away, the silence between them was no longer awkward; it was just peaceful as they both smiled to themselves.

Mai finished picking the petals of the small daisy, but this time, when she plucked the last petal, she said in her mind; he loves me. And that was the difference between the pure white daisy and the blood red flower from the pond.