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A little rebelion is good for the soul (Original link) Author: Loveroftheflame
Katara tugged at the bodice of her gown one more time. Stupid overnight puberty enhancement! Sokka had informed her, before they left for the formal, that any sign of cleavage meant a ticket home. Not that it mattered. Her “date” wasn’t paying any attention. They just went as friends and she really didn’t mind, but it was a bit irritating to have him ignoring her this way…
She grabbed his arm, pulling him around to face her.
“Haru, dance with me. Now.” Her eyes narrowed at his “deer in the headlights” expression.
“Uh, I don’t…” She didn’t let him finish but just pulled him out on the floor.
Five minutes and two bruised feet later, she was back at the table watching him get her some punch. That boy dances like a rock… I should have brought Aang… at least he is light on his feet… I wish Zuko were here… he knew how to dance… A deep sigh expanded her already burgeoning chest as she tried to put the thought out of her head. He’s gone and he’s not coming back… “Hey there, beautiful. Care to dance?” A smile escaped before she could stop it and she looked up at Jet, who was standing there smirking, the ever present toothpick hanging from his lip. His hair was wild and his tux fit his lanky body like a dream. The boy was a hottie. No one could deny that.
“Won’t your date be angry?” He had come with Azula, against her father’s wishes… she was in her “rebellious stage” as she liked to put it.
He shrugged negligibly. “I doubt she’ll notice.” He said wryly, jerking his chin to the punch bowl where, low and behold, her own date was standing there laughing with Jet’s date. Huh, who’da thunk it? Haru and Azula? But both had faint blushes on their cheeks and were edging ever closer to each other.
She looked back at Jet. Why not? Sokka would be furious, but she didn’t care.
Maybe she was in her “rebellious stage” too.
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