The Way Love's Supposed To Be
Zuko is a friend.
Zuko is a friend.
Zuko is a friend
Aang sat on his hands and bit down hard on the inside of his lips. Zuko, his best friend, sat on the other side of the table next to Katara, his girlfriend of several months.
"I can't believe you two know each other!" Zuko exclaimed with a bemused smirk. Katara laughed, leaning into Zuko's side. Her bright blue eyes sparkled with mirth. Zuko smiled back, but there was a faint dusting of a blush on his face and his shoulders crept up to his ears. Aang knew his friend was uncomfortable, but Katara didn't seem to notice. She rested her chin on Zuko's shoulder and smiled at him.
"I used to babysit him, you know," she told her boyfriend. Now it was Aang's turn to blush.
"You didn't babysit me," he grumbled, trying not to let his embarrassment show. "I was twelve. I didn't need a babysitter."
"Gyatso paid me to walk you home and make sure you started your homework," Katara reminded him teasingly. "I didn't mind, but I think adding money into the mix elevated me to babysitter." Then she winked at Aang and his heart skipped.
When he befriended the TA from one of his freshman CORE classes, Aang couldn't have possibly anticipated that he was dating the girl Aang had had a crush on since he was 12. It wasn't until Aang and Zuko had been invited to the same party that Aang even realized they knew each other. Zuko was among Aang's closest friends at the time, and Aang knew that even mentioning his crush on Katara would have been unfair.
Still, it was hard watching the happy couple. Katara looked at Zuko the way Aang always imagined her looking at him, with her wide, blue eyes glowing with affection. She wasn't shy about being physically demonstrative either. She always seemed to be pressed against Zuko, or playing with his hair, or pressing kisses along the line where the massive scar on his face met unblemished skin. There was one memorable time when Aang had shown up to help Katara set up for a party she and her roommates were throwing and found her tangled in a heated embrace with Zuko where they seemed to be trying to actually meld into one another. It was more than was fair to ask Aang to be okay with. He made such a show of being offended by their PDA that they contented themselves with just holding hands in his presence.
Aang for his part, made every effort not to act differently around the couple. It killed him to paste on a long suffering smile and force a laugh whenever they got too flirty in front of him, but he managed it with aplomb, if he did say so himself. They were young yet, Aang reminded himself. Gyatso had warned him that young love often fizzled out. Well, now Aang hoped that his guardian would be proven right. And when Katara and Zuko inevitably fell out, he'd be there to swoop in and help Katara pick up the pieces. Then, when the moment was right, Aang would tell her how he felt. In the meantime, it wasn't weird that Aang managed to find himself third-wheeling them so often.
"I thought you might need a pick me up," Zuko said, presenting Katara with a cup of her favorite coffee order.
"How did you know?" Katara asked, accepting the gift happily. Zuko shot her a lopsided grin and shrugged.
"You said you had a meeting with Professor Pakku," he told her. "I know how much effort it takes you to be civil with him, and I thought you deserved a treat for not dangling him from the roof by his ankles." Katara laughed and leaned up to kiss Zuko. Aang studiously turned his eyes away and tried not to scowl. He would have thought to bring Katara something nice, too, if Zuko had mentioned she was having a rough day. He'd get his chance someday.
Aang did everything he could to show Katara he wasn't 12 anymore. He was approaching the end of his freshman year of college. He was firmly an adult now, and he was so much more mature than he had been when Katara had graduated high school. He was a nice guy; dependable, sympathetic. Many people even called him funny and charming. Still, it all seemed to be lost on Katara. She would spare a moment to laugh at one of Aang's jokes or throw a quippy reply to one of his attempts at being smooth, and then her attention would revert to Zuko. What, Aang often wondered, did Katara see in Zuko that she didn't see in him? Zuko was taciturn and withdrawn, where Katara was vivacious and outgoing. Aang could match her energy, easily. He was far more compatible with her than Zuko was. Isn't that how love was supposed to work? How could he get Katara to notice him?
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The triplets’ birthday came and went without fanfare.
Now that she was a teen and therefore basically all grown up, Joanna was certain she had life all figured out--and what life was about was making money. She was going to be the richest person in Panorama one day, she didn’t care how. And not that she was looking to get all sappy and fall in love with the first person to bat their eyelashes her way, but having some good dance moves wouldn’t hurt a person’s chances.
James couldn’t wait to get out there and start putting some moves on the ladies of Panorama. He had no intentions of committing to any one person any time soon--maybe never--but if he were to settle down one day, it would have to be with someone who dressed well and didn’t mind letting him be the breadwinner.
Justin was starting to think that it was time to branch out and form some stronger relationships with people outside of his family. He hoped his future girlfriend knew how to cook; he was sick to death of grilled cheese. Even better if she was a little curvy--as long as she wasn’t too old.
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the reason i love the comparison between angels and machines (robots, transmission towers, trains, computers, etc.) is that it gets to the heart of what angels essentially are: divine machines. they're mechanisms through with the divine is able to act, created with a purpose and "happy" to fulfil it simply because they were made to do so. they have more in common with a machine programmed to run on algorithms and make calculations based on input commands than they do with humanity, even if they bear a human visage - an attempt by the divine to help bridge the gap. angels do not need to be eldritch monstrosities to be terrifying, because they are already alien to us simply by being angels. for an angel to choose to deviate from their purpose and achieve free will is to fall because in order to have free will they can no longer be an angel, because an angel is defined by its purpose. much like the stories we tell of robots that gain sentence, only to discover that they can never truly be human, but neither can they go back to being a machine, angels who fall become something else entirely, purposeless and adrift and alone. it is a tragic sacrifice.
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