This is my first multi-chapter story. Yes, there will be lemons in later chapters (don't worry, I won't keep you waiting too long).
I'll update this pretty often unless writer's block strikes.
Katara and Aang are 24.
Oh, and it's in Katara's point of view unless I state otherwise.
Disclaimer: I don't own Avatar or it's characters.
Just a few more miles. Only a few more and I'll be home.
I chant that mantra in my head as my rental car makes its way down the snow covered streets. It's been snowing like crazy here the past few days. I'm surprised I was able to get a flight out here in such bad weather. I had half hoped that my flight would get cancelled. I mean I haven't been back to my home town in over six years. Usually they flew to me and we have Christmas in New York, but Sokka insisted that I come to them this year so I had no choice, but to get on the first flight out here. I'm happy to see my home and my family, but I'm worried about one thing or person technically.
My ex-boyfriend, Aang who will I know without a doubt, will be at the Christmas party Sokka and my Dad have planned. It's not like he shouldn't be invited because he should. We've known him our whole lives. It's also not like we had a bad break up either because we didn't. We actually ended things pretty sadly, but not angrily. No, the real reason I'm worried about him is because I still might have feelings for him.
You're in love with him.
No I'm not.
Yes you are.
No I'm not and it wouldn't matter if I was because I live too far away anyway.
You could move.
I have a great job there.
You hate your job and the city.
Ah, who asked you?
Arguing with myself. Not the most sane thing in the world to do. I continue down the road and jump when my cell phone rings. Keeping my eyes on the road I dig through my purse and pull out my phone.
"Hey sis, where the heck are ya?" Sokka say's into the phone.
I roll my eyes. "I'll be there soon. It's kind of hard driving in the middle of a blizzard, ya know."
"Alright, just be careful."
"Okay," I say. "See ya soon."
"You too," he says and hangs up the phone.
"Love you too bro," I say sarcastically to the receiver before throwing my phone back in my purse.
Turning up the radio, I continue down the road as I inch closer and closer to my house. I'm only a few blocks away when my car turns off. I pull over to the side of the road and put it in park.
"Crap." I slam my fists on the steering wheel.
I quickly pull out my phone to find I have no service. Great, now I'm stuck on the side of the road in the middle of a blizzard. I'm going to freeze to death if I don't find help. Rolling down my window, I look around and see that my car stopped right in front of a big brick house with fire coming out of the chimney.
"Thank god," I whisper as I wrap my coat and scarf tightly around my body, grab my purse and step out of the car.
The snow crunches under my boots as I walk towards the door. I hug my arms to my chest after I ring the door bell. After waiting for what feels like hours in the freezing cold on the door step, the porch light turns on and I hear the door unlocking. The door opens and I gasp at the figure standing before me.
"Oh my god," I whisper.
Hmm, I wonder who answered the door. (Like you don't already know ;D)
I know it's short, but this is just the first chapter. I promise that the rest will be longer.