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"No!" Sokka laughed, overridden by a fit of giggles. "They're not!"

Aang and Jin exchanged a look before eagerly nodding and grinning at their sempai and holding back their own laughter.

"They are." Aang exclaimed back and Sokka leaned against the hallways lockers, wiping his tears away.

"Oh, Kami-sama," He huffed out, "Arigato, this is too good."

"I wonder," Jin said slyly, pulling her hands out of the pouch of his hoodie, waving the other two closer, "Who bottoms?"

Sokka's eyes widened, filling with mirth. "Jin, I think I love you." When he turned on his heel, he missed the blush across the girl's face and the strange look Aang gave Jin. "Well?" Sokka asked, turning back to them while walking away, "Are you two coming, or what?"

Aang blinked and dragged Jin along with him and inquired when they fell into each other's step, "Are we gonna ask them?"

"Oh, yeah," He nodded enthusiastically, "We're gonna find out who's uke, right," He pushed the doors leading outside open, and his eyes ran over the group of their friends waving him over and to a more—intimidating crew. "Now,"

"You can't wait, eh, Sokka-kun?" Jin asked, sighing.

"Of course not, Jin-kun, this is—like I said before—too good. I can't wait. I'll die!" He proclaimed, breaking into a pace fast enough to be a jog.

Aang was about to comment on the older boy's melodramatic antics when the three of them halted in front of the group. When all of them glared, Jin was the only one out of the three perceptive enough to notice.

"Who's the uke?" Sokka spoke directly to the two boys standing side by side.

It wasn't out of a blunt nature, more out of the burning need to know. Jet was the only one out of the two that reacted visibly, Zuko just sat there disinterestedly.

"It's more of an equal opportunity thing." Jet blurted out and Sokka glanced down at Jin in question.

Who sighed in exasperation and whispered in his ear, "They both seme and uke,"

There was a moment where Sokka just stood there tensed before the puzzle pieces went together and he had to pinch his arms to keep from laughing again, but the others in their group still saw.

Smellerbee, the only girl in the group, rolled her eyes at the blatant display of immaturity, "Is this all you came here to do?—Laugh like an idiot?"

If it was possible to nod your head happily, Sokka did it. "They're both the girl."

Zuko sighed heavily and ran a hand along the scar around his eyes, impatiently. "We're both the boy."

Sokka snorted, pushing the hair flying into his face away. "Hey, you say tomato. I say ta-mah-toe." He paused, "The difference?—my way's cooler."

Even while they talked, Sokka's mind was drifting towards whether or not he should have stopped shaving the sides of his head. Sure, Yeu liked it longer and let go, but they'd broken up nearly a year ago and she was even back with Hahn. He figured the only reason he kept it like that was out of laziness, and it kept his face warmer during winter.

Then, an image came into his mind, a wonder glorious picture. It was too much, too much for him to take. The laughter took over and in moments he was writhing on the grass wracked with giggles. Every time, his eyes landed on Jet and Zuko, it would only get worse.

The only reason Smellerbee was holding Jet and Zuko back from beating Sokka into next month, was the look Longshot gave her. Otherwise, she would have happily watched it. Aang, who'd been snickering silently off to the side, then noticed the deadly auras coming from the group and picked Sokka up from the ground easily. He nodded for Jin to follow and his anxiety rose when Sokka actually paused to laugh and point at the group.

It looked like smoke was coming out of Zuko's nose.

Katara punched Sokka upside the head, the moment Aang explained to her what had happened, "You idiot," She hissed, "You're just lucky we befriended them." He had a feeling the 'we' didn't include him. "Or else your mug would be smeared all over the field!"

"Yell a little louder, Kat," Sokka sighed, slightly embarrassed at the looks people were giving me, "I don't think they heard you in Shu Jing!"

She rolled his eyes at him, "Doesn't matter, there're always people observing your stupidity."

Sokka glanced around, about to contradict his younger sister before realizing a more genius plot. He decided to share his image with the rest of the group. He waved Toph, Aang, Katara, and Haru—Katara's older, boyfriend-ish thing.

"Okay, you guys, what I'm about to share with you is pure gold." When he said this, Katara and Haru rolled their eyes down at him, Toph and Aang only stared at him with curiosity. "Okay, picture it, Jet and Zuko," He took a moment to keep his own giggles tucked in. "In pretty princess costumes," Toph was already laughing, "Tiaras, high heeled shoes, hair up in bows—the whole nine yards,"

And then Aang followed her, leaning onto one another, clutching their stomachs, wiping the tears from their eyes. Even Haru chuckled, but Katara barely smiled.

"That's what all the commotion was about, Sokka, one of your stupid daydreams?" She snapped, and Aang and Haru sobered up.

Sokka's head snapped up in indignation and he wrapped an arm around a giggling Toph, "Fine, then, come Toph, let us go find Suki-chan. She'll appreciate this!"

"Yes, definitely," Toph cackled and they both separated to sprint to where Suki would be, with those other girls in her fighting club.

Suki didn't appreciate it. Especially since right then, she was hanging out with Ty Lee, Azula and Mai—Zuko's sister, and Zuko and Jet's ex-girl friends. They weren't as amused by this as the other two. They only stared blankly after Sokka mindlessly spewed the story to them, his face suddenly flushed pink at the realization that they didn't appreciate it.

He glanced to the side for Toph, but she'd retreated when all their attention was on Sokka.

"Um," He stammered when Azula stood from the bench was sitting on, fists twitching.

He decided to make a tactical retreat, not wanting his face messed up by the Goth girl.

Sokka's bright spirits were majorly pooed on when he stepped into his first period class and the first thing he saw was Yeu and Hahn making out while the teacher decided not to care. He spent the whole class period next to his ex and the biggest jerk ever making out. Second period was only slightly better, because Hahn was a senior, the only class they had together was first period, but Yeu spent the whole time staring off into space, probably thinking of Hahn.

During third period, the class he TA-ed for, the snotty frosh kept calling him a girl. At least Toph and Aang weren't in that class, they'd never shut up about it. Lunch was better, even if Jin was gone. Ty Lee, Suki and even Toph laughed genuinely at all his jokes, and some things that weren't jokes, like when he complained about third period. He fell asleep in fourth period. The teacher yelled at him for not paying attention in fifth and the coach—Bumi, Aang's favorite teacher—made them run laps in sixth. All through this—second, fourth, fifth, sixth, and seventh—Zuko was glaring a hole into the back of Sokka's head.

The only decent period was the last. He was going to get to be in a class with his favorite teacher—Piandao—but Piandao was sick, and the substitute just gave them a free period. Sokka, like the rest of the class, figured that since it was the last period, left the classroom and wondered outside the classroom. The first thing he saw when he stepped out was Zuko playing tonsil hockey, not with Jet, but with a long haired girl that, after closer inspection, he realized was Song.

After a frozen moment, Sokka decided to ignore it and walked past them, but an arm shot out and grabbed him by the back of his neck. Sokka screamed, but then he had a faceful of locker, and when he was finally allowed to breath, he was looking at a lobster faced Song and angry Zuko. He almost squeaked when Zuko's face was an inch from his, eyes narrowed into furious, gold slits, seemingly unaware of Song so suddenly.

"Look, Zuko, mi amigo," Sokka said desperately, "You don't want to beat me up. You want to go back to eating Song's face!" Her face went even redder, if that was possible. "So, why don't you just," He shut up at the look Zuko was giving him.

"I seme," Zuko finally hissed out, and both brunettes were shocked, exchanging a swift look before both their eyes drifted back to Zuko. "Got it?"

"I-I got it." Sokka nodded eagerly and only then did Zuko set him down.

He hurried out of the building, not caring to stick around.

Yeah, Kami was frowning down on Sokka, because twenty minutes after he sat down on a bench in front of the school, it began to rain. When he tried to reopen the doors into the school, he found out they were locked from the outside and plopped back onto the bench, the hair sticking to his face. Everything stuck to him and the heavier the rain, the more he pouted and whimpered.

Then, when a limo rolled in front of him and the window rolled down to reveal Zuko of all people, he knew that Kami didn't like him that day. He expected a few taunts, maybe even for the window to roll back up for Zuko to order his chauffeur to driv back and then try again, just to splash Sokka with dirty water.

Instead, he yelled, "You need a ride?"

"Um, I'll mess up your car!" He wasn't sure whether this was a form of taunting him or what.

"You want it or what?!"

"Uh, y-yeah?" Sokka stammered and then the door flew open, a hand shot out and dragged Sokka inside.

Sokka landed on the seat next to Zuko and had to rub his eyes to get rid of the bleariness. The first people he recognized were Jet and June. Strangely enough, June was the one that was giving Zuko a hickey and Jet had his arm wrapped around a brunette Sokka didn't know.

"Hm," Sokka blurted out, "You two are such an odd couple."

June arched an eyebrow at him, before she remembered, "Oh, you think that Jet and Zuko are together?"

"No, I know they are."

"So they fucked a couple of times over Winter Break," The other one shrugged, "That doesn't mean anything."

Sokka's face went blank, his right eyebrow twitching. He got scolded by Katara for this—so not worth it. The rest of the ride consisted of Sokka texting Katara to tell her Zuko was giving him a ride home after telling them where he lived. All the while, Jet, Girl-Sokka-Didn't-Know, Zuko and June swapped spit. It was traumatizing to say the least. Oh, well, he comforted himself with the fact that at least he didn't have to watch Jet and Zuko make out. His eyebrow's twitch eventually went away.

Jet and his girlfriend left the limo, but Sokka was stuck there with June and Zuko, "Erm, listen, I don't think it takes this long to get to my house."

"Probably doesn't," Zuko agreed and June sighed when he broke apart from her.

"Um," Even Sokka felt kind of stupid asking the question, "That is where we're going, yeah?"

"Sure," He nodded, "Eventually, but we're stopping at my house first."

His eyebrow's twitch returned with a vengeance. "What?" He squawked. "You two can't wait to-to—you know—long enough to drop me off home?

"Dude, you can't even say it!" June snickered, "What are you, a virgin?"

When Sokka's only response was a blush, sinking deeper into the seat and Zuko looked at the situation with newfound interest.

"Oh, Kami," June laughed harder. "You are."

Sokka's hand instinctively went to his purity necklace. "Fine, laugh, but when Zuko gives a few of his STDs, don't come crying to ol' healthy, virgin Sokka!"

She snorted, "Whatever, bishie, you don't know what you're missing."

"I'm not a bishie!" All Sokka thought to say was, "I'm manly."

"Whatever,"